Blurb：
After being murdered by my delusional daughter Olivia for her Vanderbilt heiress fantasy, I woke up reborn on the day she tries to destroy us. This time, I won’t stop her from confronting the wealthy Vanderbilt family. Let the switched-at-birth obsessed girl learn the hard truth herself. As Olivia storms off to claim her real parents, I use her college fund to transform myself—new clothes, spa treatments, reclaiming my youth. Watching her return defeated from the Vanderbilt mansion gates, I’m ready to expose the real baby-swap secret and take back my biological child. The ungrateful brat will learn poverty wasn’t punishment—her real parents’ evil bloodline was.
Content：
My daughter Olivia was obsessed with those switched at birth dramas.
She started believing she was the stolen rich heiress.
She dug up that I’d once worked as a nanny for a billionaire family.
She was convinced. Ready to claim her real parents.
I tried to stop her.
She screamed that I was a kidnapper. Shoved me into oncoming traffic.
I died under the wheels.
Then I opened my eyes again.
Back to the day she was about to ruin everything.
This time?
I won’t lift a finger.
Let the ungrateful brat smash headfirst into the truth.
…
You selfish monster! You swapped me at birth! That’s why my life’s been hell!
No wonder you were so cruel! Forcing me to do things I hated! Because I wasn’t yours!
You let your kid live in luxury while I suffered! You’re evil!
Today, I’m claiming my real family! Your brat’s getting thrown out on the street!
I watched Olivia’s mouth move, her words slicing the air.
My hands trembled at my sides.
Not from anger.
From shock.
I was back.
Back to the day Olivia decided to destroy us both
Last life, I was especially strict to her.
Once, she demanded 0-00,000 for a concert trip.
I refused.
And I started driving her to school every day, fearing she’d run off.
She hated me for it.
Became my shadow enemy.
Her grades tanked. She drowned in trashy short dramas.
Especially those stolen heiress stories. She loved them.
Started to fantasizing she was the misplaced billionaire’s daughter.
Dreamed of being saved from my abyss of misery.
One day, she was raiding my room for cash, then she uncovered a pendant engraved with a V’.
She learned I’d worked for the Vanderbilt family.
That Mrs. Vanderbilt and she were pregnant at the same time.
Bingo.
In her mind, she was Victoria Vanderbilt! stolen by me!
Just like today, she screamed her truth, ready to storm the Vanderbilt mansion.
I was terrified.
Terrified she’d learn the ugly reality. I begged her not to go.
She shoved me aside, bolted.
I caught her arm.
She went ballistic. Called me a kidnapper. A monster.
I endured her venom, pleading, Please, don’t go.
She thought I was scared of losing my real child’s cushy life.
In a final, she went crazy and pushed me into the traffic.
…
This time? No more shields. Let reality break her.
She was switched. But not by me!
Olivia ranted until she was hoarse. Seeing my stone face, she shot me a venomous glare and stormed out.
I watched from the window as she hailed a cab.
I turned, walked to my closet. A few outdated, lonely items hung inside.
For Olivia, I had given almost everything. Pinched pennies. I scrimped and saved to raise her, never spending a penny on new clothes, while she got the best of everything.
Because she was picky. She only ate my cooking.
I followed her schools. Moved cities. Took crappy part-time jobs near wherever she enrolled.
At forty years old, I had no home to call my own, not even a proper, stable job.
The years of struggle were etched deep.
My face was lined with wrinkles, my hair already streaked with grey.
All that sacrifice and I’d raised a viper.
She watched me die for a fantasy.
Remembering her cold, triumphant stare as the tires crushed me I wanted to slap my past self.
So stupid!
I thought a child was innocent. I raised her as my own and gave her everything.
Even gave up my own vengeance for her sake.
But turns out, just like her real parents. She’d never truly be human.
My bank account held 0-00,000. Scraped together for her college fund.
Now? That money was for me. New clothes. A fresh start. Ready to reclaim my real child. Take back what was mine!
New clothes, a professional hair treatment, a relaxing SPA session.
The mirror showed a woman years younger.
Money could buy one’s youth. Poverty just bought wrinkles.
Walking back to my apartment, shopping bags in hand, I saw Olivia slinking out of a cab.
Her head down, and her shoulders slumped.
Guess going home wasn’t the warm welcome she imagined.
The Vanderbilt estate wasn’t the kind of place just anyone could waltz into. She probably didn’t even get past the gates.
I pretended not to see her, heading for the building entrance.
She spotted me. And the shopping bags.
What did you do?! she shrieked, pointing. You got your hair done?! Bought clothes?! You said we were broke! Where’d you get the money?!
Her eyes narrowed, vicious. Oh, I get it! Your real brat slipped you cash, didn’t she?
You’re disgusting! How could you steal a child’s life? Let your own kid live like royalty while I suffered!
She didn’t care about the audience. Neighbors stopped and stared, pointing and whispering.
Few believed her wild claims. Most saw her for what she was, a spoiled, rebellious teenager. How I had slaved for Olivia was common knowledge in the neighborhood.
I forced a weary smile. Sorry, everyone. The child is just being difficult. You know how it is.
Their expressions softened with sympathy. They shook their heads, offering me words of understanding before moving on.
Olivia snapped. She lunged, blocking their path. Don’t believe her! Emma’s a kidnapper! A thief! She stole my life for her own kid!
She’s a criminal! Why aren’t you arresting her?!
Mrs. Henderson, our elderly neighbor, sighed. Olivia, stop this. We all know your mother. She works three jobs just to keep you in school. How can you say such things?
Ms. Baker chimed in. She starves herself to buy you the best. Where’s your conscience, girl?
Who has no conscience?! Olivia’s eyes were wild, red-rimmed. Are you blind?! She’s a kidnapper! I was supposed to be rich!
They looked at her like she was raving. Pity for me deepened.
Ms. Baker patted my arm. Emma, honey, treat yourself better.
I nodded, eyes glistening.
As the crowd dispersed, Olivia turned her fury on me. How’d you brainwash them? They believe a kidnapper over me?!
Emma, just wait! They’ll see your true colors!
I’ll make you pay for this!
Knock yourself out. I didn’t spare her a glance, walking inside.
Who would ultimately be the one to pay? That wasn’t her call.
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