Blurb：
Betrayed by her fiancé Alec Rivers and brother, framed by the manipulative Linda Lowe, Sierra Wood died in disgrace—only to wake up reborn in high school! This time, the future Best Actress won’t play nice. Watch Sierra unleash fury on Linda Lowe, exposing her lies while navigating a second chance at life. A gripping tale of revenge, redemption, and ruthless showdowns. Will Sierra rewrite her destiny, or will Linda’s schemes destroy her again? Dive into the explosive drama now!
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My fiancé and brother hated me for ten years.
They firmly believed I had bullied their beloved Linda Lowe.
At my engagement party, they exposed my crimes to the world.
She’s nothing but a bully who tormented her classmate!
In the viral livestream video, Linda smiled through tears:
I’ve already forgiven her.
“What’s done is done. The past is behind us now”
She became an overnight sensation.
Meanwhile, I was condemned by thousands, attacked with acid by fanatic fans, and in despair, I took us both down together.
When I opened my eyes again, I was back in my senior year of high school.
Linda was pouring water over her own head while smiling, asking me, “Have you thought about how you’ll apologize to me?”
I lost it right there.
Grabbing her by the hair, I dragged her into the bathroom, shoving her head into the toilet.
“Let me show you what real bullying looks like. Since your mouth is so filthy, make sure to wash it clean before you go telling tales.”
Chapter 1
The final memory of my previous life was the blinding, searing agony of acid burning into my eyes, pushing me to the brink of death.
Through the haze of excruciating pain and blurred vision, I spotted Linda Lowe hiding behind my brother. Gripping a cake knife, I lunged forward and drove it into her chest.
“Let’s go to hell together!”
…
When I opened my eyes again, the unexpectedly vivid scene before me left me stunned for two seconds.
Then I saw Linda, younger and almost unrecognizable, standing a short distance away.
Dressed in a washed-out school uniform, she twisted the faucet open, letting the water cascade over her head.
While drenching herself, she laughed and asked, “Who do you think they’ll believe, me or you?”
That was when it hit me.
So, it was today. The very day the rumors of me bullying her began in my last life.
Seeing me frozen in place, Linda’s smile widened.
“Have you thought about how you’ll apologize to me, Miss Wood?”
“Ah—!”
A surge of old grudges and fresh anger roared to life within me.
I rushed over, grabbed her by the hair, and dragged her into the bathroom.
Her sudden, shrill screams echoed as I shoved her face into the toilet.
“Pouring a little water on yourself and you think you can frame me? Let me show you what real bullying looks like.”
Linda thrashed like a madwoman, her arms flailing as if powered by engines, but she couldn’t break free from my grip.
Her face was forced into the filthy water, and her muffled voice bubbled up, “Sierra Wood, let me go… gurgle… ugh—”
I threw my head back and laughed.
“Since your mouth is so filthy, make sure to wash it clean before you go telling tales!”
Whether this was some chance to rewrite the past or just a hallucination after death, I didn’t care anymore.
I let go of my sanity completely.
…
In my previous life, I died on what should have been the most glorious day of my life.
That day, I won my third Best Actress award, dressed in a couture gown, standing next to my childhood sweetheart and fiancé, Alec Rivers, at our grandly live-streamed engagement party.
Then he announced to the entire world, “I would never marry a despicable woman who bullied her classmates in high school.”
I stared at him in stunned disbelief.
From the audience, Linda stepped forward, her eyes brimming with tears, her lips curving into a soft, triumphant smile.
“Sierra, do you remember me? The Linda Lowe you bullied for ten years. I bet you never imagined a day would come when we’d stand on equal ground.
“But it’s fine. I don’t blame you anymore. What’s done is done. The past is behind us now.”
The live stream made her an overnight sensation.
Before I could even process what was happening, the reporters that Alec and my brother had arranged swarmed in, surrounding me.
“Miss Wood, is it true that you’re still bullying newcomers on set?”
“Recently, someone spotted you visiting a gynecologist. Is it because you caught an STD from your promiscuous lifestyle?”
A fanatic fan burst through the crowd and flung acid straight at my face.
“Die, you shameless woman!”
Chapter 2
The liquid splashed onto my face, igniting a searing, all-consuming pain that seemed to fuse with my skin.
My vision blurred and never returned.
In an instant, I plummeted from heaven to hell.
…
Snapping back to reality, I loosened my grip and watched as Linda collapsed weakly to the floor, her innocent, doe-eyed face now smeared with filth.
I couldn’t hold back a laugh.
“Go ahead! Cry, scream! Show the world that face and tell them I bullied you. Do it!”
My voice rose sharply at the end.
The memory of the acid burning away my features in my previous life flashed through my mind.
Overwhelmed with rage, I stomped on her face twice before finally turning to leave.
…
Downstairs by the school building, my desk mate, Rachel Summers, was waiting for me.
“PE class started ages ago. What were you doing up there?”
I replied casually, “Oh, just bullying the new girl.”
She turned to me in shock. “What?!”
I smirked. “As the saying goes, if the whole world thinks you’re a bully, you might as well become one.”
“Who even said that…?”
“That’s not the point.”
As we reached the edge of the sports field, we ran straight into Alec.
He wasn’t in my class, but everyone in school knew he was my childhood sweetheart and boyfriend.
Alec’s gaze flicked from my face to something behind me, lingering briefly.
“Sierra, why are you so late? Oh, by the way, I heard there’s a new transfer student in your class?”
In my previous life, every time Linda smeared my reputation, Alec would always make me apologize to her, brushing the matter aside.
He seemed to be on my side, but with just a few words, he cemented the accusation that I was a bully.
The thought sent a surge of anger through me, and without warning, I raised my hand and slapped him.
“Oh my god!”
Rachel stood frozen in shock once again.
Alec’s expression didn’t change.
His gaze cooled for a moment, but it was fleeting as if the slap hadn’t even happened.
Instead, he leaned in close, his cheek brushing lightly against mine as he whispered, “What’s wrong, Sierra? Feeling upset?”
…
In my previous life, it wasn’t until much later that I learned the truth.
As a child, Alec’s mother abandoned him at an amusement park. He spent some time in an orphanage, where he met a bright, cheerful little girl.
She shared a bed with him and gave him a piece of candy.
She became the only light in his otherwise dark life.
That light was Linda.
And on her very first day as a transfer student, Alec recognized her immediately.
He believed every word Linda said about me bullying her, harboring a deep hatred for me ever since.
But because of his status as an illegitimate child, Alec had no choice but to swallow his pride and curry favor with me.
He needed our marriage to solidify his position in the family.
Thinking of this, I said coldly, “Let’s break up.”
His eyes widened suddenly. “Why? Give me a reason, Sierra.”
I pulled out a tissue and carefully wiped the part of my cheek where his touch lingered.
“I don’t want to date the son of a mistress. It feels dirty. Is that reason good enough?”
…
After leaving, Rachel nervously asked if I had been possessed.
I wasn’t surprised by her question.
After all, back in high school, I was so openly and passionately in love with Alec.
I’d wait for him after school every day so we could walk home together.
I’d bake cookies for him until my hands were covered in burns, still smiling as I handed them over.
My affection for him was so obvious that the whole world knew.
But things were different now.
The Sierra Wood who had just started her senior year of high school was already dead.
Standing here now was a reborn Sierra Wood, stronger and sharper.
…
For the rest of the day, Linda didn’t show her face again.
I knew her well enough. Her greatest pride was that flawless face of hers. If she couldn’t make full use of it, she wouldn’t act so easily.
I had all the patience in the world to wait.
Soon, Saturday arrived, marking my eighteenth birthday.
Chapter 3
My parents mentioned long ago that they wanted to host a grand banquet to celebrate my coming of age.
However, unexpected work issues delayed their arrival.
The crystal chandelier cast a dazzling light over the room.
Dressed in a tailored cocktail dress, I descended the spiral staircase into the living room.
From a distance, I spotted my brother, Shawn Wood. He was dressed sharply in a suit, his expression cold and detached as he called out to me, “Sierra, come here.”
I walked over, deliberately ignoring Alec’s piercing gaze and Linda’s tearful, pitiful display behind him.
Smiling sweetly, I asked, “What’s up, Shawn? Did you prepare a gift for me?”
Shawn’s icy stare lingered on me for a moment before he spoke.
“Bullying your classmates and insulting your friends—Sierra Wood, is this the kind of behavior the Wood family taught you?”
His voice was loud and unyielding, drawing the attention of every guest in the room.
“What are you talking about, Shawn? I don’t understand.”
I turned to Linda, tilting my head innocently.
“Who did I insult? When did I bully a classmate? I don’t even know her.”
“Denying it now won’t help you. When you make a mistake, you pay the price.”
Shawn’s voice was stern as he continued, “With Mom and Dad away, it’s my responsibility to discipline you.”
He reached for a ruler from the antique shelf nearby, turning to face me with a harsh command.
“Kneel down.”
…
In the grand banquet hall, countless guests turned to watch, their faces a mix of curiosity and barely concealed amusement.
“What? Bullying a classmate? Even the Wood family’s heiress does things like this?”
“Well, she’s been spoiled her whole life. It’s not surprising she’d lash out at someone better than her.”
“Good thing her brother is stepping in. At least he’s not covering for her.”
Under Linda’s triumphant and provocative gaze, I stood tall, refusing to bow.
I smiled, letting venom drip from my words.
“What nonsense are you spouting, Shawn? People who know you might recognize you as Shawn Wood, but those who don’t might just think you’re an outdated, overly dramatic lunatic”
I tilted my head, feigning thought before continuing with a mocking grin.
“I only kneel for the dead. Tell you what, go take a dive off a building, and I’ll happily bow three times to send you on your way.”
Shawn’s face darkened instantly.
Behind him, Linda put on her usual act, speaking in a soft, tearful voice.
“Shawn, I know Sierra doesn’t like me, and it’s fine if she bullies me. But how could she say something like that to her own brother?”
She widened her eyes, letting tears glisten as she deliberately assumed an innocent and childlike expression.
Alec, standing nearby, caught sight of her performance.
A shadow of something dark and unreadable flickered in his gaze before he spoke quietly.
“Sierra, if you’ve done something wrong, just admit it and apologize. There’s no need to—”
I cut him off, my own eyes widening in mock distress.
“Sorry, I don’t understand whatever nonsense you’re saying. Care to try again in plain English?”
“Enough!” Shawn barked sharply.
“Sierra, you’re a young woman! Have you no sense of shame? Who taught you to speak so crudely and behave so disgracefully?”
As always, he didn’t believe a word I said.
No matter what came out of my mouth, it was useless.
Instead, he always judged me with intense bias, nailing me to the pillar of shame time and time again.
I curled my lips into a smirk, mimicking his cold expression as I replied, “Mom and Dad are too busy to bother with me. So, guess who taught me?
“Of course, it was you, my dear brother.”
…
In my previous life, I had always felt a mix of fear and admiration for Shawn.
He was several years older than me, and in my eyes, he had always been an imposing figure.
When we were younger, Mom and Dad were often tied up with work at the company, leaving him in charge of me.
Whenever I made a mistake, even a small one, he’d strike my palms with a ruler or punish me by withholding meals.
Chapter 4
When I brought home a curly-haired stray puppy, Shawn wouldn’t let the housekeeper open the door for me.
“It’s filthy. We don’t welcome things like that in this house.”
So, I sat on the steps outside, clutching the little dog in my arms, all night long.
I was still young back then and thought that was just his nature—incapable of the gentle affection other brothers showed their sisters until Linda came along.
That was when I realized Shawn wasn’t incapable of being affectionate. He simply chose not to show me such affection.
I’d seen him sitting in his car, handing Linda a cup of warm milk while ruffling her hair, saying, “Make sure you eat three proper meals a day. If you ever need money, you know I’ve got you.”
I’d seen her pick up a frail stray cat on a rainy day, with him standing beside her, holding an umbrella and gently asking, “Do you want to keep it?”
Even when Linda got drunk and clung to his shirt, rambling nonsense, he listened patiently, his eyes filled with nothing but tenderness.
In my previous life, I was trapped in a delusion of love.
I kept wondering why my brother didn’t love me, why my fiancé never sided with me.
Given a second chance at life, I finally saw things clearly.
I was my own person.
I didn’t need someone’s love to survive.
…
The birthday banquet didn’t end on a high note after all.
Just as Shawn and I stood locked in confrontation, my parents finally returned.
They thanked the guests politely and saw everyone out of the hall.
Linda tried to pull the same pity act in front of my mom, but she shut her down with a simple smile.
“Sorry, Miss Lowe, but we will handle our own family affairs. Please leave.”
Linda froze, her face stiffening as she cast a tearful glance at Shawn before reluctantly turning to leave.
Once the guests left and it was just Shawn and me in the house, my dad finally spoke, his expression stern.
“Enough. Now, explain what happened.”
Before Shawn could say a word, I cut in.
“A new transfer student arrived at school recently. On her first day, she suddenly poured water over her own head and accused me of doing it, claiming I was bullying her.”
I paused for a moment, then continued, “Later, I found out she’s the same girl Shawn has been secretly sponsoring, a poor student named Linda Lowe.”
Shawn, seated on the couch, snapped his head up to look at me, his eyes filled with shock.
“Surprised, aren’t you, Shawn? You didn’t think I’d find out so soon about the little connection between you two, did you?” I thought.
I pressed the corner of my reddened eye and said in a choked voice, “Honestly, I don’t blame her. It’s just a birthday party. I can let it go.
“But what hurts is… why doesn’t my own brother believe me?”
After all, Linda wasn’t the only one who knew how to play the innocent victim.
As my voice broke slightly, laced with tears, my dad brought the matter to a decisive end.
“Enough. I don’t care who bullied whom. None of you are to stir up trouble again. If this gets out, it won’t look good for anyone. This ends here.”
…
When I returned to school, I started bullying Linda openly and without remorse.
I poured ink into her desk drawer, loudly mocked her accented English as she recited passages in class, and tore her physics test paper to shreds, scattering the pieces over her head.
“Go on, report me again,” I said with a smile. “Isn’t that what you’re best at?”
A piece of torn paper drifted lazily from her hair to the ground.
She stared at me, a flash of deep-seated hatred glinting in her eyes.
But in the end, she still trembled and cried as she apologized.
“I’m sorry, I’m so sorry, Sierra. If I’ve done anything to upset you, I’ll apologize now. I’ll change, okay?”
“Your existence upset me.”
I raised an eyebrow, feigning curiosity. “How do you plan to fix that? By dying right here and now?”
Chapter 5
She was at a loss for words, unable to utter a single sentence.
In the end, all she could do was keep crying.
For the first time, I realized how satisfying it was to embrace being the villain.
Of course, she ran to tell the teacher.
The teacher called me to the office, where I put on a tearful performance, recounting the events of my birthday party.
By the end, I pulled out a hospital diagnosis.
“Because of her lies, my brother humiliated me in front of everyone that night. I cry every time I think about it, and I even wake up from nightmares.
“I’m seeing a therapist now, and I’m on medication. The doctor says I’m severely depressed.”
In the end, the teacher ended up comforting me instead.
It was no secret that I disliked Linda.
Rachel, baffled, asked, “Why do you keep targeting her? Did she ever actually do anything to offend you?”
I tilted my head and smiled at her.
“Can’t I just be a spoiled rich girl who looks down on the poor transfer student?”
“Yeah, right.”
She rolled her eyes at me.
“If you were really like that, why haven’t you bullied me? My family’s even worse off than hers.
“On our first day as friends, you bought me enough school supplies to last three years. If I’m supposed to believe you’re a bully, I might as well believe I’m Cleopatra. Even I’m not that clueless.”
Exactly.
Everyone understood that much.
Everyone except my brother and the man I liked.
I curved my lips into a faint smile, but there wasn’t a trace of warmth in my eyes.
…
A month later, the school prepared to celebrate its hundredth anniversary.
In my previous life, Linda performed a piano solo at the anniversary gala, arranged by Shawn and Alec.
Her performance caught the attention of a talent scout in attendance, who granted her the only special admission spot to their prestigious program.
And me?
I had been trained in dance since I was four years old, practicing for over a decade. I had prepared a classical dance routine for the gala.
But Alec found me before the performance.
As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting a warm glow over the campus, he pulled me into a gentle hug and murmured, “Don’t perform, Sierra. I don’t want everyone else to notice how beautiful you are—it’ll make me jealous. Just dance for me, okay?”
Back then, I was a fool.
I thought it was his way of caring about me.
So, on the night of the gala, I didn’t perform.
Instead, I stayed in the empty dance studio, performing for him over and over again.
When my routine finally ended, a thunderous wave of cheers erupted from the auditorium in the distance.
Alec heard it and suddenly smiled.
He was always so gentle and reserved around me, his smiles faint and almost hazy, as though separated by a veil.
It was the first time I saw him show such obvious emotion.
I stopped dancing, naively asking, “Are you happy?”
He hesitated for a moment. “Yes, I’m happy.”
At the time, I thought his happiness came from watching me dance just for him.
It wasn’t until much later that I learned the truth.
He was happy because Linda’s performance was a resounding success.
The only light in his life had found her bright, dazzling future.
…
I submitted the dance routine I had prepared long ago.
But this time, it wasn’t a solo performance.
I pulled in every girl in my class who was interested in performing, and together, we choreographed a group classical dance.
I hired a professional instructor, splurged on the most expensive costumes, and had the finest props custom-made.
By comparison, Linda’s simple piano solo in a plain white dress seemed far too underwhelming.
I wasn’t sure what sob story she told Shawn, but that evening, when I returned home after school, he stopped me in the garden.
“Sierra Wood.”
He looked at me with a cold, expressionless face.
“For the school anniversary performance, I want you to drop out from your act.”
Chapter 6
I smirked. “Shawn, what nonsense are you spouting again?”
“Don’t think this is up for discussion,” he replied coldly, a trace of mocking disdain flashing in his eyes.
“If you insist on performing, you’ll deal with the consequences yourself.”
I stopped in my tracks, locking eyes with him and his icy stare.
“Brother, is your precious little angel so lacking in confidence that after ten years of piano lessons, she’s afraid of competing with me on the same stage? What a pathetic loser.”
…
Just a few days before the anniversary gala, Alec came to find me.
“Sierra, what happened last time was my fault. But you’ve blocked me from contacting you, and you refuse to see me.
“I don’t know what’s going on, Sierra. Do you have a misunderstanding about me, or… have you fallen for someone else?”
As he said those final words, his voice carried a distinct trace of pain.
“But you said it yourself that you’d always love me the most.”
A surge of anger, sharp and burning, shot through my chest.
Once, I had loved him with all my heart for so many years.
He said he didn’t like me doing kissing scenes, so I gave up countless opportunities with some of the best directors in the industry.
He said Linda came from a rough background and was bullied in the orphanage, so I should go easy on her.
And I forgave her again and again for every offense she committed against me.
All I ever wanted was to have my sincerity returned in kind.
And what did I get in return? A decade of slander and hatred from both of them.
At that moment, I couldn’t even be bothered to put on a fa?ade anymore.
Grabbing Alec by the collar, I shoved him hard against the tree behind him.
He gasped in pain, sucking in a sharp breath.
Before he could say a word, I slapped him hard across the face.
I didn’t hold back.
His pale complexion instantly flushed red and swelled where my hand had landed.
Leaning in close, I spoke slowly, each word cutting like a blade.
“You’ve known Linda Lowe for a long time. I already figured that out. You like her, don’t you? So why are you here pretending to be devoted to me?
“You just want to string me along, use me, while playing lapdog to your precious little angel. You’re no better than your mother, that homewrecking whore—absolutely pathetic.”
As the final word left my lips, a storm brewed in his eyes, dark and turbulent.
But he couldn’t say a single word in response.
I scoffed, letting go of his collar, and walked away without looking back.
…
That night, I had a dream.
Unusually, it was about what happened after my death in my previous life.
After I stabbed Linda in the chest with the cake knife, I succumbed to the unbearable pain and died.
However, she was rushed to the hospital for emergency treatment.
Outside her hospital room, Alec grabbed Shawn by the collar and demanded, “You said you’d take care of everything! You said you’d protect her—”
Shawn shrugged off his hand and replied coldly, “I’ve already agreed to share her with you. Do you think you, an illegitimate son, could control the Wood family without my help? Don’t push your luck.”
Alec stumbled back a few steps, retorting, “Your help? It was—”
He abruptly stopped mid-sentence, his words hanging in the air.
Shawn let out a cold laugh.
“That’s right. It was my sister who helped you. But she’s dead now. And the person who threw the acid on her? That was someone you personally contacted and arranged. Have you forgotten?”
Alec stood silently in place, motionless.
The red light above the operating room door continued to blink.
Moments later, Linda was wheeled out.
The doctor said, “The patient is still in critical condition…”
Alec’s gaze flickered over her pale, bloodless face, his eyes trembling ever so slightly.
Then, with eerie calmness, he said, “I haven’t forgotten, and I’ve never regretted it.”
…
I jolted awake from the nightmare, stumbling into the bathroom.
Clutching the edge of the toilet, I dry-heaved for what felt like an eternity.
Chapter 7
When I finally straightened up, I braced myself against the counter and caught a glimpse of my reflection in the mirror.
My bloodshot eyes burned with hatred.
“You don’t regret it, huh?” I murmured.
“That’s fine. In this life, you’ll regret everything, even being born. Just wait and see.”
…
The day of the school’s anniversary performance finally arrived.
I ran into Linda by the artificial lake on campus.
She was dressed in an understated yet luxurious silver cocktail dress, with an expensive diamond necklace adorning her neck.
I immediately knew it was probably Shawn who bought her the necklace to comfort her.
“Sierra, do you really think being the heiress of the Wood family will protect you forever?” she sneered.
“You’ve been bullying me for so long. Do you really think I won’t fight back? I’ll make you pay for this a thousand times over.
“So what if you know about Alec and me? He loves me. Your brother loves me too. People like you? You’ll never be loved by anyone.”
She rambled on, throwing insult after insult, and I simply smiled before replying, “How did that toilet water taste like?”
Her face twisted in fury, and I walked away without another word.
…
By evening, the fiery sunset stretched across the sky, painting it in vibrant shades of red and gold.
The girls in the dance team and I had changed into our performance costumes, holding up the hems of our skirts as we hurried from the dance studio to the backstage area.
Halfway there, I realized something was missing—my prop for the final bow.
“Did I leave it in the dance studio?”
I thought back carefully and decided to head back to look for it.
Rachel asked, “Want me to come with you?”
“No need. It’s not heavy. I can manage on my own.”
I smiled and added, “You go ahead to the backstage and start getting your makeup done. Then coordinate with the stage manager to finalize the order of our stage setup.”
The large multipurpose building was eerily quiet.
Lifting the hem of my ornate gilded dress, I took long strides up the stairs.
But just as I was about to reach the floor where the dance studio was, I stopped in my tracks.
Someone was standing a few steps ahead on the staircase.
The golden-red light of the sunset streamed in through the windows, casting its glow on half of his face.
The rest remained shrouded in shadow, his eyes dark and unfathomable, like whirlpools in the depths of the ocean.
Alec’s voice was low and heavy with an emotion that felt like a storm on the verge of breaking.
“Sierra, what are you doing?”
“None of your damn business. Get lost.”
I brushed past him, taking a step to move upstairs.
But before I could go further, a powerful force gripped my shoulder.
My mind froze for a second, the shock delaying my reaction.
By the time I realized what was happening, my body had already gone weightless.
I was falling backward.
Behind me lay the long flight of stairs, dozens of steps stretching down.
My back hit the hard surface with a thud, and I tumbled down the staircase, one painful roll after another.
Pain engulfed me, sharp and unrelenting, as I landed beside the iron railing. A faint crack echoed from my ankle, the sound of a bone on the verge of breaking.
Alec descended the stairs slowly, step by deliberate step, until he stood beside me.
He looked down at me with those same calm, sorrowful eyes, but when he spoke, his voice was cold and detached.
“Sierra, don’t blame me. You were born with everything—every advantage, every opportunity. Even if you miss this chance, there will always be another path for you to take.
“But Linda… she’s not like you. She’s already done her best, pushed herself as far as she can.”
With those words, he knelt down and gripped my injured ankle.
Before I could process what was happening, he slammed my leg against the iron railing with brutal force.
Chapter 8
The scene from my dream suddenly flashed in my mind.
He stood outside the hospital room, alongside Shawn, his eyes filled with gentle affection as he watched Linda being wheeled out of the emergency room.
When he spoke of me, his voice was completely indifferent, “I’ve never regretted it.”
The best fifteen years of my life.
The most passionate, sincere love.
It was all tied to someone like him.
I suddenly laughed out loud, just as my calf was about to be slammed into the railing by him.
In one swift motion, I jerked away from his grip.
“Worthless.”
The pain from my sprained ankle took my breath away, but I seized the moment before Alec could react.
Grabbing his hair, I slammed his head hard into the railing.
“Scum. You want to hurt me again? Dream on!”
His head crashed against the iron bars with a resounding thud.
His forehead hit a sharp corner, and blood immediately started pouring out.
It trickled down his cheek, dripping onto his clothes.
“Sierra…”
I took a couple of deep breaths, released his hair, and stood up.
The pain in my injured ankle shot through me relentlessly.
But it didn’t matter.
I looked down at his pain-dazed eyes, and slowly, I smiled.
“Oh my, you’re so devoted. Willing to sacrifice yourself just to see me ruined here, all to secure a future for your precious little angel?
“This is the warning Shawn gave me, isn’t it? You two had already planned to share her at this point, right? How revolting.”
I lifted my skirt, wiping the blood from his face, dragging it across until the pale fabric was stained with blotches of red.
Then I left him there, running toward the darkening sky and into the grand auditorium.
From a distance, the sound of a soft piano drifted out of the auditorium.
It was the same piece Linda had played in my previous life.
Debussy’s Clair de Lune.
She sat at the pure white piano on stage, wearing a silver cocktail dress.
The stage was shrouded in darkness, except for a single spotlight that illuminated her, like the only flicker of light in a pitch-black night.
Just like in my previous life, when she stepped on my blood at my engagement party to climb higher, her beauty was blinding.
I ran down the narrow aisle between the two rows of seats.
I pushed past the security guards and event hosts trying to stop me.
I vaulted onto the stage.
Standing in the spotlight, I kicked Linda to the ground and slammed my fist onto the piano.
In her stunned, disbelieving gaze, I began to lose control.
“Play, play, play! Go ahead, play as much as you want!
“You sent your little lapdog to ruin me, and you’re still up here playing like nothing’s wrong?”
…
Of course, I knew.
The talent scout invited by Shawn was sitting in the audience right now.
In my previous life, after hearing Linda play “Clair de Lune,” he contacted her at the end of the performance, offering her the one and only special admission spot.
She accepted it.
This was just the first step toward her bright future.
Later, thanks to Shawn’s meticulous planning, Linda was taken under the wing of a legendary figure in the music world, becoming his private disciple.
Because of my role in a film, where I was to play a genius piano prodigy with autism, my agent arranged for me to study under the same mentor.
But in the brief moment I crossed paths with Linda, I was stopped at the door when I returned home that night.
Shawn stood there, looking at me with disdain.
“Sierra, how much longer are you going to keep this up? Just because you’re nothing like Linda, you hate her so much that you’d tear up the sheet music she copied for the mentor?”
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