I transmigrated into the role of the vicious villainess, while my entire family gained the ability to hear the protagonist's inner thoughts. According to the script, I was supposed to deliberately trip while walking upstairs with my sister, then accuse her of pushing me. Sure enough, as I followed Sarah up the stairs, my body moved against my will. I stumbled and tumbled down the steps. My parents and brother watched with bated breath, waiting to see if I would say exactly what my sister’s inner voice had predicted. Instead, I simply stood up, dusted myself off, and said calmly: "Sorry about that. I skipped breakfast, must be low blood sugar." Chapter 1 I transmigrated into a novel as Chloe, the adopted daughter of the wealthy Blackwell family. Because I have rare Rh-null blood—"Golden Blood"—I was kept in the family primarily to serve as a mobile blood bank for my older brother, Ethan. Not long ago, the protagonist of this world, the true daughter of the Blackwells, Sarah, was found and brought home. Except for me, the designated villainess, everyone in the family can hear Sarah's inner thoughts. According to the plot, I am supposed to repeatedly frame her and bully her in front of our parents, trying to make them hate her. However, relying on her "God's eye view" provided by the plot, Sarah predicts my actions and words every time, causing the Blackwells to completely lose trust in me. On Sarah's first day home, Mom asked me to show her the room prepared upstairs. I recalled the plot. Right now, the family should be hearing Sarah's internal monologue and waiting to see if reality aligns with her thoughts. I wanted to break the script, but my body betrayed me. I was forced to hurl myself down the stairs. The moment I rolled onto the floor landing, I saw the disappointment in the eyes of my parents and Ethan. They were waiting for my accusation. No one moved to help me. I could only clutch my waist, stand up on my own, and say awkwardly: "Sorry, skipped breakfast. Just a bit of low blood sugar." Sarah looked at me in shock. "Weren't you going to say I pushed you? That you didn't know why I did it, but begged Mom and Dad not to be angry at me?" My parents and Ethan looked at me with scrutiny. I leaned against the wall, feigning weakness, and retorted, "Do you have a persecution complex? I told you, I have low blood sugar." Then, I looked at Ethan with puppy-dog eyes. "Sorry, Ethan. I'll take better care of my health so I'm ready if you need me." Hearing this, Ethan and my parents immediately softened and rushed over to support me. Chapter 2 Eighteen years ago, their daughter Sarah was kidnapped. The couple was devastated. To alleviate their grief, they adopted me from the orphanage because I shared the same rare blood type. For eighteen years, they raised me with care, like their own. But it was transactional. I was groomed to serve Blackwell Enterprises and to bleed for Ethan. Ethan is a professional race car driver. Every time he crashes—which is often—I am the one on the operating table next to him. Because of this, he treats me like a real sister. Mom took my hand gently. "Chloe, your health really isn't great. From now on, take the large master suite on the first floor. No stairs." In the original plot, Sarah had just returned, and the house wasn't ready. The original Chloe, trying to act magnanimous, offered her room to Sarah and insisted on sleeping in the utility room to play the victim. Before I could speak, Sarah's inner voice started ranting: She's definitely going to refuse. She'll say she's an outsider and insist on living in the utility closet to make us feel guilty. Hearing this, the family looked at me awkwardly. I immediately hugged Mom, beaming. "Mom, you're the best! I love you! I'll take the downstairs room. It's easier to get around, and I'll be closer to Ethan in case he needs anything." My parents and Ethan all lived on the first floor. Now, I was joining them, leaving Sarah alone upstairs. She looked at me like I was an alien. I wasn't following the script. She grabbed my arm. "Weren't you going to refuse? Weren't you going to demand the utility room? Why did you change your mind?" She couldn't understand why I wasn't reciting my lines. I had realized a loophole. When a key plot point triggers, my actions are controlled, but my speech is entirely my own. "Which ear heard me say I wanted a utility room? Why would I sleep in a closet when there's a perfectly good suite available?" Everyone looked at Sarah strangely. Unable to handle the pressure, she shoved me. Chapter 3 "No! You aren't even a Blackwell! Why do you get to live my life for eighteen years and then take the biggest room when I return? You're humiliating me! Why did you even bring me back?" She screamed at everyone, venting years of grievance. But her kidnapping had nothing to do with me. I was adopted later. Ethan helped me up, glaring at Sarah. "Don't push your luck. You shove people whenever you lose your temper. Where are your manners? I bet you pushed Chloe down the stairs earlier, too!" Sarah, having grown up rough, cursed back at Ethan. My father, headache throbbing, slammed his hand on the table. "Enough!" "Chloe needs to recover, she stays downstairs. Sarah, the entire second floor is yours. Renovate it however you want. Is that fair?" Ethan scoffed. Mom wiped her tears. Sarah, realizing she got an entire floor—triple the size of my room—fell silent. Soon, renovations began. My room just needed furniture moved, but Sarah's second floor was a massive project. Walk-in closet, gaming room, private study, ensuite bath. The noise was unbearable for half a month. With the room settled, Mom gave Sarah a black card for her allowance. "Sarah, Chloe and Ethan get an allowance of $250,000 a year. To make up for the eighteen years we missed, there is $5 million on this card. Spend it however you like." Sarah rejected the card coldly. "Lost family time can't be bought with money. I don't want it." Ethan, scrolling on his phone, sneered. "Stop acting high and mighty. If she doesn't want it, give it to Chloe." Triggered, Sarah's inner voice flared up: Give it to her. Go ahead. You think Chloe is a good person? Soon, she's going to sabotage Ethan's car before the championship. When he crashes and is dying, she'll use the 'blood donation' act to secure your trust forever. Once she gets the inheritance, she'll kick you all to the curb to beg on the streets. Hearing this, Ethan hesitated. My parents looked at me with sudden suspicion. Chapter 4 I calmly took out my own debit card—the one Mom gave me previously—and handed it to Sarah. "You said I took your place for eighteen years. You won't take Mom and Dad's money, but will you take mine? It's technically yours anyway." Sarah glared at me and snatched the card. "It is mine. You should have returned it long ago." Seeing this, the suspicion in my parents' eyes faded. Ethan, realizing he almost fell for the inner voice's paranoia, felt guilty. He pulled out his own black card. "Chloe, don't worry about her. If you need money, use mine. We can share." I smiled and accepted it. Why did the original Chloe want to harm a brother who was so biased toward her? Being a wealthy salted fish (slacker) is the dream. Why stir up trouble? Later, Mom took Sarah and me to the luxury mall. According to the plot, I was supposed to act helpful, picking out clothes for Sarah, only to plant a stolen item in her bag to frame her as we left. The plot triggered. My body moved on its own. I slipped an expensive watch into Sarah's bag. I wanted to take it to the counter to pay, but my muscles were frozen. I couldn't move toward the register. Sarah noticed my odd behavior and thought: Chloe looks down on me for growing up poor. She's planting stolen goods to frame me as a thief. Mom noticed my weird expression and got suspicious. Sarah suddenly grabbed her bag. "Let's go!" She dragged Mom and me toward the exit. The anti-theft sensors screamed. Mom looked at me in disbelief. The store clerks blocked us. "Please wait. Is there unpaid merchandise in your bags?" I was sweating bullets, heart pounding. Sarah looked at me triumphantly. "I don't know. Why don't you check our bags?" They checked hers first. Sure enough, they found the expensive watch in a hidden pocket. Mom looked shocked. Her hand trembled as she pointed at the watch. "That watch isn't..." The clerk interrupted her coldly. Chapter 5 "Apologies, this watch isn't from our store. Here." The clerk handed it back. Sarah's eyes bulged. Wasn't this the stolen item? Then they checked my bag. They found a diamond brooch. It turned out I was the thief. The clerk looked stern. "Miss, this is theft. We can call the police." I lowered my head in shame. Mom stepped in to save me. "I'm sorry, she hasn't been feeling well lately. She must have forgotten. We can afford anything here; she has no reason to steal." We were VIPs here. The staff knew the Blackwells wouldn't steal a measly brooch. "Of course, Miss Chloe must have been distracted. I'll ring it up now," the clerk said, smoothing things over. Just as it was resolving, Sarah blocked the clerk. "She stole it on purpose! She wanted to plant it on me but got confused and left it in her own bag! Don't let her fool you!" The clerk looked awkwardly at Mom. Mom pulled Sarah back. "Stop it, Sarah." Sarah wouldn't let go. She pulled the watch (with the tag still on) from her bag. "Look! She must have stolen this from another store and put it in my bag!" The onlookers began to whisper. Two wealthy daughters stealing? Scandalous. Mom snapped. "Enough!" I started crying. "I'm sorry, Mom. I stole the brooch. I didn't have money, I just wanted to give Sarah a gift." Sarah and Mom remembered I had given Sarah my card that morning. I was broke. Sarah scoffed. "Nice try, Chloe. If the brooch was a gift, what about the watch? Were you trying to frame me with that?" Mom finally lost it and slapped the screaming Sarah. "Shut up! That watch was the birthday gift we gave Chloe last year! She never wore it because it was too precious. She put it in your bag because she wanted to give it to you! How can you think so vilely of your sister?" Sarah looked at me, stunned. She threw the watch on the floor and ran away crying. Actually, I had brought the watch from home. I knew my body would force me to "steal," so I prepared a backup plan. If I had to be a thief, I'd rather take the blame myself than let the plot ruin me completely. Back home, Mom and Ethan didn't blame me. They felt guilty. They secretly gave me the $5 million card Sarah had rejected earlier. "Chloe, never steal again. Use this." I accepted it happily. $5 million! I'm rich!
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