The day the real heiress returned to the Harrington family, I was in a car accident. My spine suffered permanent damage, leaving me motionless, like a vegetable, in bed. I cried, wanting to end my life, but my adoptive mother insisted I live. She cared for me meticulously for a year. Until the real heiress was diagnosed with leukemia, needing umbilical cord blood to survive. My adoptive mother allowed a procession of strangers into my bedroom, and soon, I was pregnant. Looking at my swollen belly, the real heiress gloated, “Thank you for your child. The umbilical cord blood for my beauty treatments works wonders.” It took me three days to slowly disconnect my oxygen tube. When I opened my eyes again, I was back to the day the real heiress returned. … “Lisa, it seems the car broke down. Could you go out and check?” Holly’s voice, like that of a demon, startled me awake. Looking out at the pitch-black night, I realized I had been reborn. “Lisa, it’s too dark outside, and I’m scared. Uncle Jack, the driver, says he’ll stay in the car with me. Could you go see what happened?” Holly’s icy hand clutched mine. I instinctively recoiled, almost crying out. How long had it been since I’d felt control over my own body? Holly was the true heiress of the Harrington family, found after being lost for over twenty years. To welcome her, the Harringtons held a lavish banquet. She didn’t travel with my adoptive parents, insisting on coming with me, claiming she wanted to share girl talk. I believed her. After the car broke down on the highway, she feigned fear, crying and begging me to get out and push. But the moment I stepped out, I was hit by an oncoming sedan. As I lay bleeding and dying, Holly, who had just been crying about being scared, walked up to me and crouched down. Her face showed clear dissatisfaction. “Why didn’t you die?” “Miss, a living person who isn't dead yet is more valuable. They can be used for anything.” The driver who had hit me whispered a few words in her ear. Holly’s gaze upon me slowly changed. She called my adoptive mother in front of me, sobbing uncontrollably. When my adoptive parents arrived at the hospital, she had already bruised her own face. “It’s all my fault for coming back. If I hadn’t, there wouldn't have been a banquet, and Lisa wouldn’t have been hurt.” “Why wasn’t it me who got hurt? Am I bad luck, causing Lisa’s injury? I’m sorry, I shouldn't have come back…” My adoptive mother was moved by her performance and believed every word. To compensate me, my adoptive mother specifically renovated a critical care room for me in the villa, with round-the-clock care. Later, Holly suddenly developed leukemia, needing umbilical cord blood to survive. My adoptive mother, influenced by Holly, wanted me to get pregnant. Countless strangers entered and exited my bedroom, getting on and off me… I couldn’t remember how many, only that I was soon pregnant. One child couldn’t save her, so I’d bear two, three… As my dignity was trampled, Holly would sit nearby, watching. “Who told you to take my place for twenty years? This is what you deserve!” She glared at me fiercely. “I want you to suffer for twenty years before you die, otherwise I can’t let this go!” Before her was my fifth newborn child. Watching the child’s neck being twisted, I bit through the artery in my wrist. My body grew cold. “Holly, may you die a terrible death…” She tossed the child aside. “Thanks for your child, I can extract umbilical cord blood for my beauty treatments now.” Her demonic smile from that time now danced before my eyes. Seeing my inaction, she urged again. “Lisa, hurry down, or we’ll be late.” I checked my phone; the time was eight o’clock, just like in my previous life. And in the distance, I could already hear the roaring engine of a speeding car. “Alright.” I looked into her eyes and obediently stepped out of the car. Ordinarily, stepping out of the car would place me on the side away from traffic, making it impossible to be hit. But in my previous life, the moment I stepped out, the driver drove off. The next second, a speeding car crashed directly into me. I had no chance to escape. The car door clicked open, and I stepped out. A malicious glint flickered in Holly’s eyes, and she signaled the driver. Just as the car door was about to close, I grabbed her hand. “I smell gasoline. The car isn’t safe; you should get out too.” I pulled her out with force. The blinding headlights from the opposite lane illuminated her terrified expression. At that critical moment, the driver was the first to react. He floored the gas pedal, using the car to shield us. Amidst the massive crash, Holly's face turned ashen, and she collapsed directly to her knees. I ignored her and immediately called for emergency services. “Hello, a vehicle in the opposite lane illegally swerved, driving against traffic, suspected of attempted murder, please…” Holly stood up and hung up the phone. “Lisa, aren’t we fine? Mom and Dad are waiting for us at the hotel. Let’s not make a fuss, okay?” “But you’ve just returned and encountered something like this. I suspect someone is targeting you.” I feigned concern for her. “I’ll call Mom and Dad too, and have them come pick you up first.” Holly refused. “Uncle Jack, can the car still be driven? Otherwise, should we leave here first?” The driver gave me a subtle glance. “Minor issue, won’t affect driving.” “Miss Harrington, Miss Thorne, Mrs. Harrington just called to rush you. She said most of the guests have arrived, and as the guests of honor, you shouldn’t be late. We should head off quickly.” Looking at the driver, I had already drawn my conclusion. Holly had bribed the family staff from her first day back, clearly intending to kill me. I didn't know why she hated me, because from the day she returned, I had already decided to leave. She had found her birth parents, and I wanted to find mine too. But she never gave me the chance. The moment she returned, she put on an act in front of our adoptive parents, pretending to be afraid of upsetting me. Whatever was brought to her, she always insisted I choose first. “Whatever Lisa doesn't like, just give it to me. I like everything.” “As long as Lisa is happy, I don’t mind.” In just a few days, she had won over everyone in the villa. This led to everyone despising me after I became a vegetable. Half an hour later, we arrived at the hotel. My adoptive mother immediately noticed the scrapes on Holly’s body, and her face instantly changed. “Lisa, what did you do to Holly?” Holly’s eyes were misty with tears. “Lisa didn’t mean it, she only meant well… Mom, please don’t be angry.” Then, she walked up to me and cautiously tugged at my sleeve. “Lisa, I’m not trying to break you apart, I’m just joining you. Please don’t be angry. Next time, I’ll make sure Uncle Jack checks the car thoroughly before we leave. If we encounter problems, I'll still be there, just like today, to keep you safe.” My adoptive parents only learned what happened after questioning the driver. My adoptive mother shot me a dark glare. “Lisa, genes truly determine everything. A bad seed is a bad seed. How could you make your sister get out to check the car?” “You know she’s afraid of the dark! Why didn’t you go down yourself? Would getting out of the car kill you?” Her gentle expression towards Holly vanished the moment she turned to me, replaced only by disgust. My already torn heart still ached. Before Holly, I was my adoptive mother’s darling; she gave me all her love, making me believe I was the happiest princess. So, when she allowed Holly’s people to restrain me, I was shocked and utterly confused. I didn’t even know what resistance was anymore, letting her caress my face, smiling as she personally tied me up. “Darling, just bear with it. Holly and I have finally reunited, and I can’t lose her. As soon as you have a child, Mom will let you go, okay?” I shook my head repeatedly, but she slapped me hard. Afterward, she tenderly applied ointment to my face. “I’m sorry, Mom was just too anxious. You and Holly are both my darlings, and I don’t want to lose either of you.” “It’s just having a child, don’t be so resistant.” I didn’t retort now, simply bowing my head in apology, afraid that if I looked up, she would see the hatred in my eyes. “If ‘sorry’ worked, what would we need the police for?” My adoptive father snorted. “Get out. I don’t want to see you tonight.” His words suited me perfectly. I hid in an empty lounge, preparing to review the entire situation. But before I could even close the door, several men burst in. My face instantly changed. They were Holly’s bodyguards, and in my previous life, they were the first to torment me! In fact, the first children I had, the ones who were killed, were theirs. “What do you want?” Several men approached, their intentions clear. The one in front had already untied his necktie, wrapping it around his hand. “Miss Thorne, we’re just following orders. Don’t blame us if anything happens…” I kept backing away until I hit the sofa. “Did Holly send you? Why would she do this?” “Miss Thorne, we don’t understand what you’re saying.” The men were cautious; no matter how I tried to trick them, they wouldn’t say Holly’s name. “We just really like Miss Thorne and want to… converse.” The leader suddenly raised his hand, and I saw the small bottle in his grip. My eyes widened. A familiar scent assaulted me—in my previous life, they used to say I was a living corpse, uninteresting. Each time before touching me, they’d make me smell something to excite them. Over time, my tolerance increased. They went from spraying it to pouring it into my mouth, even injecting it directly. This made me highly sensitive to the drug; I couldn’t forget its smell in either life. I covered my nose, afraid to breathe, but still caught a faint whiff. A familiar heat began to sweep through my body, and I trembled uncontrollably. My fingers dug into my thigh, terrified of showing any weakness. But the men had already noticed, and their laughter grew more uninhibited. “Miss Thorne, your neck is flushed. It looks quite pretty.” “I wonder if such a red neck is sweet? I can barely control myself, look at my trousers, they’re bulging…” “You’re so uncultured, just looking at her neck? I think further down is where the real beauty lies.” Their laughter was grating, and their movements sent shivers down my spine. As their clothes came off, memories from the past began to flood me. After the car accident, I was a quadriplegic. I could only lie in a hospital bed, needing round-the-clock care. Holly, who had always been healthy, fell ill shortly after I was brought home from the hospital. Acute leukemia, needing umbilical cord blood to save her life. “Mom, I’m sorry, I’m so useless.” Holly lay on the hospital bed, her face utterly pale. “If only I could get pregnant. I heard the doctor say that umbilical cord blood is the most effective. Mom, please find someone for me to marry.” “I want to stay with you and Dad forever. Even if I have to sacrifice my virtue, it doesn’t matter. I only ask to be with my family.” My adoptive parents struggled internally, unwilling for her to endure such suffering. They even considered buying what they needed. But Holly stopped them. “Mom and Dad, that’s illegal. I don’t want you to risk yourselves for me. I want our family to be together.” Her deliberate emphasis on ‘family’ made my parents turn their gaze to my bedroom. That night, my bedroom door was opened. The lights in my room stayed on all night, and my hoarse screams echoed through the entire villa. Yet, no one came to save me. The next day, the nurse, as if oblivious to the marks on my body, changed my dressings and massaged me as usual. That night, another sleepless night. It wasn’t until the nurse confirmed my pregnancy that I found a brief respite. On the day I gave birth, Holly, who had been bedridden, uncharacteristically came to see me. I watched, wide-eyed, as the blood was drained from the child in their hands. Holly looked at the blood and the child’s corpse and smiled. “Lisa, you stole twenty years of my life. Now you’ll bear children for me for twenty years.” She subtly curled her lips. “I hear umbilical cord blood is excellent for beauty. I should thank you properly for making me younger.” Because of her thanks, more men entered my room. The hellish torment lasted for years. I couldn't even commit suicide. Until that time, I finally managed to raise my weak hand to my mouth and ended my own life. Reborn, Holly, unable to kill me outright, had prepared a backup plan! I moved around behind the sofa, throwing everything I could get my hands on. The loud noise attracted the attention of those outside. I finally found an opportunity to rush to the door and open it. “Help me!” A waiter nearby turned, and a flicker of hope crossed my face. The next second, I was dragged back by my hair. When my scalp was pulled and I was thrown to the ground, my hair also fell out. I clutched my blood-soaked hair, looking at them in terror. “What you’re doing is illegal.” “How much did Holly give you? I can double it, just let me go.” “Pfft!” The leader spat at me. “Miss Thorne is the true heiress. You’re just a bastard no one wants. You think you can buy us off? Do you even have the money?” “Be a good girl, crawl over here and satisfy me. Then maybe I’ll tell my boys to be nice to you. Otherwise…” The cold glint in his eyes cut through my skin like a knife, making every inch of me sting. Two men walked over and pinned me to the ground, tearing my clothes with one hand. The white skin on my chest further excited them. “As expected of someone pampered. This color, so good!” “Let me touch… Ah!” I bit down hard on his arm, tearing off a piece of flesh. The foul, metallic taste in my mouth made me gag all over him. But remembering what he had done to me in my previous life, I lunged at him again, biting down hard on his other hand. My hair was pulled back forcefully; I could even hear the tearing sound of my scalp. But I dared not let go—this was my only chance. Soon, the man couldn't bear the pain and threw me aside. I seized the opportunity to shove the other man, then head-butted the last man directly between his legs. Amidst his cries of pain, I burst through the door. “Help!” I grabbed a passing waiter. “Call the police for me!” The waiter looked at me in shock, covered in blood, with a tear at the corner of my mouth. Terrified, she gasped. She quickly pulled out her phone to call. I stared intently at her actions, my heart pounding. “911…” Just as she was about to press the last digit, Holly walked around the corner. She gave a signal to the people behind her. “Lisa, are you ill again? It’s alright, I’ll have someone take you to the hospital immediately. I’ll handle the assault.” She patiently explained to the waiter that I was just sick and there was no need to call the police. My attempts to explain were completely shut down. Watching the waiter about to leave, I frantically shook off the men and rushed forward. “I’m not sick! They were trying to assault me! Please…” But the waiter had already believed Holly and wouldn't listen to me. Despair slowly consumed my mind. Holly smiled. “No one will believe you. I’ve already spread the word that you have a mental illness.” “Mom and Dad think you’re an embarrassment. They’ve already removed you from the family tree, Lisa…” She whispered in my ear. “Two lifetimes, and you’ll never defeat me. Give up.” I stared at her, stunned, my eyes filled with disbelief. “You’ve been reborn too?” She didn’t answer me, motioning for the bodyguards to lock me up.
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