Memories from my past and present lives blurred together, leaving me feeling like I was walking on air. After returning home, I hurried through my evening routine and collapsed into bed. The soft blankets wrapped around me as I drifted into a heavy sleep.The door to my room creaked open slightly. Someone entered. It seemed like...I found myself seeing the events that followed my death in my previous life.After my mother and I died, Liam took care of everything. He had us cremated, and our ashes were kept in two small urns that he placed in his home.Liam seemed hollow, consumed by grief. He handed over control of the company to his assistant, and day by day, he sat there, talking to my urn as if I could hear him.Most of the time, he stared blankly at the urn, lost in thought. But at night, when the world was quiet, he would press his face against it and silently cry, his sobs low and broken, like a wounded animal.News of Vincent and Denise seizing the Young family’s assets j
"Don’t be sad! Here, you can have my candy! It’s imported chocolate, and it’s really delicious. My mom only gave me a few because she’s worried about my teeth, but I haven’t even eaten them yet," Little Suzy said softly, slipping the chocolate into the boy’s hand.The boy sniffed and finally looked up. Even though she was still young, Little Suzy could already tell the difference between someone who was handsome and someone who wasn’t. And this boy? He was definitely handsome, far more so than the chubby kid in the neighboring class who was always trying to be her boyfriend. But the boy was thin, almost fragile, like a twig. With a smile, Little Suzy reached out her hand to help him up.The boy hesitated, about to take her hand, when suddenly Little Suzy heard something. She jumped up, calling out hurriedly in response.She fumbled in her pocket one last time and dumped the rest of her chocolates—three pieces—into his hand."My name’s Suzy Young! You can come find me if you want to
The Denise Walsh in front of me still carried that same aloof and proud demeanor I remembered. Her clothes, though faded from too many washes, were immaculately kept. With a stubborn expression, she stood tall, like a lone winter rose, turning her face away.The facilitator, Jasmine Jones, noticing the tension, nervously wiped her brow and subtly tugged at Denise’s sleeve. Only then did she turn her head slowly, her voice steady and serious as she said, "Even though you've decided to sponsor me, I’m not obligated to bow and scrape before you, am I?"Her righteousness was so over-the-top that I couldn’t help but laugh. Jasmine had merely asked her to bow to show some gratitude. Did she really think of that as humiliation? Then what about everything I went through in my previous life?I stepped closer, lifting her chin slightly as I murmured, "If you're so full of pride, then why accept my help at all?"Her eyes widened, and her face flushed red. Before she could respond, a familiar
I pulled Liam over and, right in front of those two cheaters, signed the sponsorship contract and exchanged contact information with him. Ignoring Denise’s clenched teeth, I grabbed my bag and turned to leave. But I hadn’t made it far before Vincent blocked my way.Tears filled his eyes as he looked at me, and he immediately began, "Suzy, is this really how you think of me? It’s okay, I’ll keep loving you as I’ve always been, waiting for the moment you turn back..."I poked him in the chest with my finger, interrupting his dramatic speech. "Oh, right, I got so busy scolding her that I almost forgot about you.""Don’t bother with that ‘devoted man’ act. You’re just as cheap as those worthless gifts you sent me with free shipping."Ever since I was born, I’ve been used to nothing but the finest things in life. Every now and then, I might entertain something cheap just for the novelty, but let’s not kid ourselves into thinking you’re anything special."Watching him stumble backward with
"Miss Young, isn’t this scarf beautiful? Vincent just bought it for me." Denise pulled the scarf out of the bag and waved it in front of me, practically shoving it in my face.I responded coolly, "Mmm, it really suits your bitchy charm. And how did you end up with this one? Oh, right, you always seem to pick up the things I don’t want. The same scarf I already gave to the cleaning lady."Denise’s face froze.Seeing her reaction, Vincent stepped up to defend her, "Do you really think you’re a princess, that everyone has to worship at your feet? We don’t owe you anything, Suzy. What gives you the right to act so high and mighty?"Bolstered by his words, Denise added with a smirk, "This scarf is from Vincent’s first paycheck! Don’t be so jealous just because you missed out. And by the way, hasn’t the Young family been struggling financially? Maybe you should focus more on your own problems, Miss Young."I frowned. How did Denise know about the internal affairs of the Young family? Seeing
The Young family was indeed facing significant internal problems. Somehow, confidential files from a new project had been leaked to a rival company. The entire company was working tirelessly to minimize the damage.Recently, Liam had earned my mother’s approval, and he was now helping me work overtime as part of the team. After a grueling week, the crisis was finally averted. I exhaled in relief and collapsed into a deep sleep, completely exhausted.But it seemed the universe wasn’t ready to let me rest. I was jolted awake by Liam, still groggy and disoriented. His face was unusually serious, his sharp features tense, his eyes dark with concern.I focused on the phone he handed me, and any trace of sleep vanished instantly.At the top of the campus forum was a trending post, its title blaring, “Young family heiress bullies her classmate, her mother rumored to be a homewrecker who seduced her way to the top.”I swallowed my anger as I carefully read through the entire post. The po
Thanks to the deliberate manipulation of a few key players over the past few days, my post, attached with the incriminating files, gained massive traction the moment it was released. Views and clicks surged, and the number of comments and likes grew exponentially.Just then, my phone started blowing up. I glanced at the screen and recognized the all-too-familiar number. I picked up the call and immediately switched on the recording feature.On the other end, Vincent’s angry voice erupted, "Suzy, have you lost your mind? You’re going to ruin Denise with this!""How can you be such a hypocrite? It’s okay for her to post things to stir up online hate, but I’m not allowed to clear things up? “It was just a post! It’s not like you were really harmed, so delete it right now!""So, it was really her who made that post." With that, I hung up, packaging the recorded call and the IP address I had previously traced and uploaded them to the forum thread.The comment section exploded once again
She spent money extravagantly, and even with Vincent’s occasional support, she barely scraped by. Yet, in her pride, she refused to lower herself by taking a job. The scholarship was essentially her only source of income.I took this opportunity to expose Vincent’s true nature as a freeloader, something that must have stung him more than anything else—his pride was everything to him.Days passed, and Vincent still hadn’t repaid the money he owed. Just when I was ready to involve the Young family’s legal team, I received a notification—his payment had come through. Vincent had actually paid the debt.I couldn’t help but feel disappointed, but the more I thought about it, the more suspicious it seemed. Vincent had always relied on the monthly allowance I gave him. Even if he had tried to earn or borrow money, there was no way he could’ve raised such a large amount so quickly. Who was secretly helping him?Alarm bells went off in my head. I immediately reached out to some friends