In my past life, I spent eighteen years as an orphan before finally being reunited with my biological parents. I never expected that my mother, Eleanor, who was pathologically obsessed with being the only woman in my father's life, would hate me with a burning passion. For eighteen years, she had quietly "dealt with" any woman who got too close to my father. And naturally, she hated me too. The moment I arrived home and simply called out "Dad," she slapped me across the face. "You little bitch! Think you can just walk in here, call him 'Dad,' and steal his attention?!" When my dad went to my high school for a senior parent-teacher conference, she waited until he got home and shredded my entire college application portfolio. "You still think you're going to college?! I won't let you use school as an excuse to steal my husband!" When college was no longer an option, my dad tried to send me abroad to study. The night before I was supposed to get my visa, she stabbed me to death in my own bed and sold my corpse to the dark web for snuff films. "Dead bitch! Thought you could take my husband away?!" I died with my eyes wide open, my face mutilated. The King of the Underworld took pity on my unjust death and granted me one wish. I made my wish quietly: "I want to be born into the absolute pinnacle of wealth and power. And I want to be born from a different belly—" 1 The King of the Underworld was truly a man of his word. With a loud buzzing in my head, I was stuffed into a warm, fleshy womb. I was just trying to guess what kind of woman the King had picked to be my mother, when I heard someone scream in pure terror: "I'm a man! How the hell am I pregnant?!" The scream pierced the night sky. The doctors in the examination room looked like they wanted to cut their own ears off. How were they supposed to know how Dominic Vance, the richest billionaire in Seattle, managed to get pregnant?! The attending physician finally stood up straight. Bearing immense pressure, he stuttered, "Mr. Vance... you are, indeed... carrying a child." I, however, instantly realized what was happening and was ecstatic. Holy shit! The heavens have blessed me! I was actually reincarnated into Dominic Vance's stomach! The King of the Underworld really came through! In my past life, my dad’s business deals were constantly being hijacked by Dominic’s father. I used to hear my dad screaming and cursing in his study all the time. Now that Dominic had taken over his family's empire, he was even more ruthless and unforgiving, completely crushing my dad's company without breaking a sweat. But a few years ago, a massive scandal broke out regarding Dominic. Despite having countless lovers, not a single one ever got pregnant. The reason? He suffered from azoospermia—he had a zero sperm count! Due to a severe injury in his youth, having a child was supposed to be literally impossible for him. So, for this pregnancy, Dominic would have to grit his teeth, hold his nose, and give birth to me no matter what. This was absolutely fantastic. Having died once, I was much more open-minded. I knew exactly what being born into a family like this meant. I was going to grow safely and healthily inside his belly, carrying the exact face that Eleanor hated so much. Didn't you hate me competing for your husband's attention? Didn't you want me dead? Didn't you want me to rot? In this life, I am going to rewrite my destiny with my own two hands... and then I will stand above her, looking down. I will tell Eleanor that her entire life was a joke. She was a nobody. What gave her the right to treat me like that? I came back to this life for one reason: revenge. I curled up quietly, determined to stay secure in the womb for the next ten months. Suddenly, a voice that sounded like a living nightmare echoed from outside: "I will have the hospital director fire you, believe it! You clearly haven't asked around to see who I am! How dare you tell me 'it's against protocol'?!" It was Eleanor! A crisp slap rang out, followed by the sound of someone falling heavily to the floor. "I am going to find out today! Whoever dares to help that little bitch steal my husband, I will chop them to pieces!" My dad, Richard, trembled. His voice was tight: "Eleanor, let's just go to a different hospital." I felt my new dad, Dominic, carefully hold onto the bedrail, stand up, and stroll out of the room with a casual, arrogant swagger. "What's all this noise about?" Richard went dead silent. Eleanor was about to unleash a string of curses, but Richard slapped a hand over her mouth. Dominic looked at them with sheer contempt. "Well, well, if it isn't Richard. Haven't seen you try to fight me in the boardroom lately. I guess you've been too busy helping your wife throw a tantrum in someone else's hospital?" That single sentence turned my former parents' faces the color of bruised plums. Dominic was the majority shareholder of this hospital. I cheered internally from inside his belly. That's how you use your words! In my past life, this absolute menace Dominic should have been my dad! Dominic's highly trained bodyguards swarmed forward, dragged Eleanor away, and tossed both her and Richard onto the sidewalk outside the inpatient building. Once Dominic walked back inside to finish his examination, I comfortably flipped over in his belly, stretching my limbs out so the doctor could check my fetal heartbeat. The doctor praised, "The ultrasound is so clear... what a good baby..." But catching Dominic's dark, brooding, suppressed anger, the doctor immediately shut up. Completely baffled by the situation, Dominic had no choice but to take his magically appearing pregnancy home and become a pregnant man. Thanks to Dominic's immense wealth and his private nutritionist, I ate incredibly well and grew very strong. 2 After getting pregnant with me, even though Dominic cursed constantly, he still meticulously got all his checkups, quit smoking and drinking, and started going to bed early. He sighed, "Good kid, you better behave before I give birth to you. Don't cause me any trouble. Once you're born, Daddy will spoil you." I wanted to die laughing. Watching Dominic admit defeat was incredibly entertaining. By the second trimester, even though it was winter and he wore loose, thick hoodies to hide it, his belly grew noticeably bigger every single day. He was extremely busy with his empire. When he first took over his father's business, plenty of people were waiting for him to fail, and countless uncles and board members wanted to usurp his position. He had survived kidnappings and car crashes, neutralizing every threat and retaliating tenfold. Ever since his infertility scandal leaked, the sharks were probably circling again. As his belly became impossible to hide, Dominic moved into a high-end, private recovery clinic. He told the public he was suffering from an illness that required total bed rest. Perhaps it was the lingering blood connection from my past life, or perhaps our karmic debt wasn't settled, but I sensed that Eleanor was staying on the floor right below us. She was forty years old this year, officially a high-risk geriatric pregnancy. Remembering the torture she put me through, I let out a cold sneer. I intentionally rolled around in Dominic's belly every day, making him feel restless, so he would secretly wander downstairs to get some air. Because I was a good baby and didn't cause him morning sickness or pain, his pregnancy was actually pretty easy. Before we even reached Eleanor's floor, I heard her vicious voice echoing from the stairwell: "I'll teach you to steal my husband—" For eighteen years, no woman had been allowed to stay near my dad, Richard. Eleanor was the main reason for that. Now that she was finally pregnant again, her last hospital visit was purely to find out the baby's gender. If they couldn't produce an heir, the family bloodline would end. I heard the sound of her aggressively jumping rope, her feet slamming heavily against the floor. Thud, thud, thud. I snorted coldly. You reap what you sow. Dominic clearly heard it too and stopped in his tracks. Eleanor's older sister sounded incredibly worried as she tried to stop her. "Enough, Eleanor, stop it! You're going too far—" Eleanor looked resentful and deranged. "What if it's that little bitch's ghost?! What if she reincarnated into my belly?! That cheap whore!" She picked up an iron pipe and started hitting her own stomach hard, acting as if she couldn't feel the pain. I literally didn't know what to say. After a long while, Eleanor dropped the pipe, her face pale as she cursed, "Dead brat! If you dare try to steal my husband, I'll throw you in an orphanage! And then I'll hire a bunch of men to gang-rape you! Letting that little bitch live to be eighteen was my biggest mistake!" Inside Dominic's belly, it felt like I was struck by lightning. W-What?! Her sister kept trying to reason with her. "What if it's a boy? Why are you torturing him? You're forty years old. Just live a quiet life with Richard. Isn't all his money yours anyway?" Eleanor's face was dark. "My intuition tells me it's a girl! It's a worthless bitch! It's definitely that slut trying to steal my husband again!" Seeing that she couldn't be reasoned with, her sister sighed and stopped talking. Dominic let out an amused, mocking smirk. I felt his disbelief, but I uncomfortably rolled over in his belly. Even though I never expected anything from that family, hearing such a venomous curse still chilled me to the bone. Sensing my unease, Dominic turned around and took me back upstairs to our suite. Dominic's room was on the top floor. We rarely ran into Eleanor, except during checkups. 3 During this ultrasound, I stretched my arms and legs out just like always and turned my face directly toward the wand. As fate would have it, Eleanor was right next door. She was begging the doctor to tell her the baby's gender again, and the doctor was strictly refusing. "Ma'am, you are a high-risk pregnancy. If you abort this baby, it will severely damage your body, and you will likely never conceive again." Eleanor started screaming, "But I don't want a girl! What did I do wrong?! Check it right now! If you don't check the gender, I'm not leaving!" Her sister finally seemed to snap. She marched up and slapped Eleanor across the face. "Shut the fuck up! You're about to hit menopause, but your husband can still produce kids! If you keep acting crazy and he divorces you, you'll be the one crying!" That single slap managed to silence Eleanor. She covered her face and started crying. Dominic closed his eyes in irritation, and I quickly moved around to soothe him. His mood gradually stabilized. I was never going to experience the slaps, the neglect, and the destruction of my dreams from my past life ever again. Sometimes, after a long day of reviewing documents, Dominic would awkwardly rub his belly. "Kid, you really make things easy for your dad. No pain, no insomnia, no puking. I'm pretty lucky." I gently pressed against his hand through his stomach, pretending to be sweet. He sighed, "If you're a boy, great. If you're a girl... Dad will find you a husband who takes your last name. And you're still going to learn how to inherit the company!" Me: ...You're an interesting guy, Dad. After multiple checkups, I figured out Eleanor's routine. When her husband—my ex-dad—was around, she radiated maternal warmth, constantly murmuring about how giving him a child was her life's only wish. But the moment Richard left, she went completely psychotic. She refused to eat nutritious food. She took massive doses of hormonal drugs. She drank alcohol like it was water. She even tried to steal neurological medication from the hospital pharmacy. "You little slut, trying to torture me with another pregnancy, huh? I'm going to starve you! Let's see how much you can grow!" After two months in the clinic, while other pregnant women were glowing, she had tortured herself until she was nothing but skin and bones. Yet her eyes were filled with the manic, vindictive thrill of revenge. She even booked extreme sports tours—bungee jumping, skiing, high diving—she did it all. In contrast, Dominic was perfectly calm. He didn't cause trouble, and he maintained a strict sleep schedule. I was growing strong and cooperative. Every time the doctors saw us, they were practically beaming with satisfaction, even if they were too scared of Dominic to praise him out loud. Years of high-stress corporate grinding had taken a toll on Dominic's body, but this forced bed rest actually helped him recover. At the very least, he wouldn't get knocked out by a simple flu anymore. One day, during a checkup, Dominic went into the private VIP room as usual. Eleanor was in the room next door. I heard her say, "Hey sister, looking at your pointy belly, I can tell it's a boy! When's your due date? Oh, I'm just curious." I was baffled. When did this woman become so insane? After asking a whole string of pregnant women, she seemed to pick a target. While chatting with the woman, she let her true intentions slip and was brutally cursed out by the other mother. After that incident, Eleanor started looking at every pregnant belly and asking for due dates. She even intentionally threw herself down a flight of stairs once. The doctors and nurses were so terrified they didn't dare hide it; they called Richard immediately. Richard stormed into the clinic and slapped Eleanor across the face. "What the hell are you trying to do?!" But I felt absolutely nothing. In my past life, when I was living in terror under Eleanor's abuse, he just stood by and watched coldly. Did he care about his child? Not at all. All he cared about was his wife embarrassing him at the hospital. He had stood by and watched my suffering in my past life. He was one of my murderers too. 4 Dominic's due date was originally supposed to be slightly after Eleanor's, but because Eleanor had tortured her body so much during the pregnancy, she went into labor early but couldn't deliver. When I finally left the warm placenta and saw the world for the first time... In the dead of night, a woman bleeding from her lower half dragged her paralyzed legs like a ghost, crawling into the neonatal nursery. First, she checked the ID bracelets on all the babies' wrists. I felt a chill run down my spine, but then I relaxed. I was a girl. I didn't have the parts she wanted. Eleanor would never swap me. I had nothing to worry about. Eleanor set her sights on a baby boy sleeping in the bassinet next to mine. She quietly slipped his wristband off, intending to go back to her own bed and swap the tags. Throughout this, I tried my hardest to pretend I was asleep. Don't mess with crazy. But to my absolute shock, right as she was about to succeed, Eleanor used the faint beam of her flashlight and noticed me. The color drained from her face. In an instant, pure venom and terror crawled across her features. She screamed, "I knew it! I knew a little bitch like you wouldn't give up! It was you eighteen years ago! How could I ever forget your face?!" Looking at her twisted expression, genuine fear gripped my heart. She snatched a cleaning rag from the nurse's station and slammed it over my face. She grabbed a cup of scalding hot water and poured it directly onto me, while her other hand violently pounded against my chest. "I'll teach you to haunt me! I'll teach you to show your face in front of me! You subhuman piece of trash, you don't deserve to be reincarnated into my belly!" Hearing my muffled cries, Eleanor grabbed a pair of umbilical cord scissors from a nearby cart and stabbed them viciously toward my mouth twice. Still not satisfied, she clamped her hand tightly over my mouth and started slapping my face. The oxygen in my lungs was slowly being sucked away. I kicked my legs in sheer terror. My head was spinning, and my skin was covered in bleeding scratches from her pinching me. Eleanor looked at me with a hatred that seeped into her very bones. She dug her fingernails into the bleeding cuts on my body, gouging them ruthlessly. I convulsed in agonizing pain. Watching my helpless, agonizing struggle, Eleanor took a deep breath. It was as if she had just absorbed some dark nourishment, and a long-lost smile of peaceful, blissful relief spread across her face. "In this life... just go ahead and die..." Hearing her words, tears of pure terror rolled down my cheeks. No. In my heart, I screamed Dominic's name with everything I had. Hurry up and get here! Damn it, if I die, your bloodline is actually going to end! 5 A sharp gust of wind blew open the heavy doors. Dominic stood in the doorway, his face darker than a thundercloud, staring at the scene in the room. He gritted out, word by excruciating word: "How... dare... you... touch... her!" I was being choked so hard I was on the verge of passing out, yet I somehow still had the energy to be sarcastic in my head. See? Men are just built better for having kids. His physical recovery is insane. Only then did the bodyguards behind my freshly postpartum dad catch up, panting heavily. They stared at the scene in the room, absolutely horrified. It was only then that Eleanor reacted as if she had touched a live wire, immediately releasing her grip on my neck. She looked at the arrogant, cold-faced man in the doorway, and then looked back at me in pure disbelief. "What... what exactly are you?!" No one answered her. The doctors finally came rushing in from behind. As soon as they entered the nursery, one of them gasped, "Isn't that the pregnant woman from bed number eight?" "Why is the patient from bed eight in here??!" A nurse stepped forward to tell her to go back and rest, but the bodyguards immediately blocked her path. Dominic, wearing his untouchable, icy expression, finally spoke: "You're Eleanor, right? You are suspected of aggravated assault and attempted murder of an infant. I'm afraid I'm going to have to invite you to have a chat at the police station." My biological mother, who had controlled my entire existence in my past life, was now so terrified her face was completely bloodless. She screamed in disbelief, "How could this little bastard have anything to do with you?! I don't believe it! You're lying to me!" "Who are you calling a bastard? That is my daughter." Laying in the warm bassinet, I looked straight at her with eyes filled with pure hatred. Surprise, Mom. I'm back. I brought my memories from my past life, and this time, I am a debt collector. I'm here to collect what you owe me. Eleanor shuddered violently. She suddenly lunged forward and grabbed my neck again. "I don't care! Even if I die here today, I'm going to kill you!" "You reincarnated just to seduce my husband again, didn't you?!" "You're still alive in this life, so you're still planning to do it, aren't you?!" "I'll strangle you, you little slut!" I started feeling oxygen deprivation again. Just as I suspected, Dominic's bodyguards were hesitant to use force on a postpartum woman for fear of liability. "Mr. Vance, what about the little miss?!" Dominic's brow furrowed deeply, his eyes locked onto me in Eleanor's grip. Suddenly, a mocking smirk appeared on his face. "Eleanor, if I call your husband right now and show him what you look like at this exact moment... do you think he'll be so disgusted he won't be able to eat for three days?" "Have you not looked in a mirror to see the monstrous, pathetic state you've tortured yourself into?" Eleanor's face drained of all color at his words. Seeing him actually pull out his phone to call her husband, she dropped to her knees in an instant. "Please! I'm begging you, please don't call my husband! If he sees me like this, he'll definitely go out and find another woman!" "Please, just let me go this one time..." The police finally arrived. Amidst the flashing red and blue lights of the cruisers, Eleanor was shoved into the back of a squad car. Safe in a man's broad, warm chest, I fell into a deep sleep. I was just too exhausted and in too much pain. The physical limitations of a newborn body made it impossible for me to stay awake for long; it was an irresistible force dragging me into the abyss of unconsciousness. Dominic forced his eyes open just long enough to see me fall asleep. He handed my soft swaddle to a nearby bodyguard and muttered weakly, "Get my daughter the absolute best private neonatal care team..." My domineering, arrogant father, after delivering that weak command, finally rolled his eyes back and passed out.
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