I was reborn. In my last life, I died horribly at the hands of my bully. But fate had other plans, letting me be reborn as that bully's daughter. "Tiffany Miller, are you ready?" "I've come back for my revenge." 1 "Please, Tiffany, don't! I'll die!" I knelt on the floor, begging, just hoping she'd move the already smoking-hot curling iron away from my face. Hearing my pleas, she just smirked cruelly. "Who gave you the guts to flirt with Chad? I'm going to ruin that face of yours right now, see if you dare try it again!" Without hesitation, she pressed the curling iron, heated to 350 degrees, against my cheek. A sizzling sound, followed by a soul-searing pain. I struggled, trying to run, but her two admirers pinned me down hard. I don't know how long it took, but the smell of burning flesh filled the air. She finally tossed the curling iron aside and looked down at me with a mocking laugh. "Tsk tsk tsk, look at you now, a total freak. Bet you won't try to hit on Chad anymore." "Strip her naked! I want to see what kind of slutty heart is hiding under those clothes!" Tiffany's vicious voice rang out, and her two followers grinned wickedly as they reached for me. I fought back desperately, struggling to escape, but in my panic, I stumbled near the edge. I clung tightly to the ledge – eighteen floors below. I looked at Tiffany with pleading eyes, begging her to pull me up. Click-clack-click-clack She walked towards me in her expensive little shoes, ignoring my desperate gaze. She smiled, then extended her foot and slowly, deliberately, ground her heel onto my fingers. "Sarah, better luck finding a good family next time." The intense pain forced my fingers to release their grip, and I fell. Looking up at Tiffany and her friends' laughing faces, I realized my life was nothing more than a joke to them. If there is an afterlife, if I could do it all over again… I would grind Tiffany Miller into dust! 2 "So annoying! What are you crying for, you useless little brat!" The warmth near my lips made me open my eyes. I saw a familiar face, and my pupils contracted. It was Tiffany! She impatiently spoon-fed me some mushy cereal, her movements rough. "What's the big deal, worthless girl! Hurry up and eat!" Had I been reborn? God finally heard my prayers! I looked at Tiffany's familiar face and gave her a chilling, slow smile. Long time no see, Tiffany. My smile made her jump, and she let out a shriek. "What are you yelling about! You'll scare Penny!" an angry female voice snapped. Hearing the voice, Tiffany froze for a couple of seconds, nervously putting the bowl down and forcing a smile. "Nothing, Mom. Penny's old enough for solid food now, so I made her some warm cereal." Judging by her reaction, Tiffany seemed really scared of this woman? How ironic. So even she had someone she was afraid of. Remembering what happened in my past life, I reached out with my tiny hand and knocked the cereal bowl over. The hot cereal spilled onto me, but compared to the curling iron from my past life, this heat was nothing. I started wailing at the top of my lungs. Mrs. Miller hurried over. Seeing the spilled cereal on me, her eyes turned red with anger. She grabbed Tiffany and slapped her hard across the face. "Damn you! How dare you try to hurt my granddaughter!" Tiffany clutched her stinging cheek, forcing a fawning expression. "Mom, how could I? It was just… Penny wasn't eating properly, so I scolded her a little. I didn't expect her to throw a tantrum and spill it herself." Mrs. Miller opened my clothes, revealing the red, swollen skin underneath. Her anger flared even more. I struggled, reaching my arms out to Mrs. Miller, my eyes filled with tears. "Grandma, hold me… scared…" Mrs. Miller’s heart melted. She picked me up gently, cooing softly, then turned and slapped Tiffany again, yelling, "Don't think I didn't hear you call my granddaughter a 'worthless girl'! You bitch, scalding my granddaughter like this!" "Wait till Kevin gets home, I'll make him divorce you! If you hadn't gotten knocked up before you were married, I would never have let a trashy bitch like you into my family! You rotten-hearted creature, daring to harm my granddaughter!" I never thought Tiffany would see a day like this. Thinking this, I raised an eyebrow slightly and giggled at her. Hearing my giggle, Tiffany looked like she’d seen a ghost and shrieked again. "A ghost! Mom! She's a ghost! She just raised her eyebrow at me! She's not my daughter!" Mrs. Miller's face turned livid. Holding me with one arm, she grabbed an ashtray with the other and hurled it at Tiffany. "What nonsense are you talking!" Hit squarely by the ashtray, Tiffany stared at me, her eyes filled with terror. I gave her a wicked smile. This was just the beginning. 3 Sure enough, her expression turned even more fearful, and she started shouting hysterically. I chose that moment to yawn, burying my head in Mrs. Miller's shoulder and whimpering pitifully, "Grandma… noisy… can't sleep." Hearing my voice, Mrs. Miller frowned at the screaming Tiffany. "Lock her in her room! Don't let her disturb my granddaughter's sleep!" Watching the maids forcibly drag Tiffany away, I felt a surge of satisfaction. In the past, whenever she bullied me, she’d make up excuses to lure me to the rooftop. If I refused, she’d send a gang of people to drag me there. Now, she got a taste of her own medicine. When I woke up, my nominal father had come home from work. He walked towards me, beaming. I instinctively flinched. It was one of the guys who had held me down on the rooftop – Kevin Miller. I couldn't believe Tiffany had actually married him. "Penny, did you miss Daddy?" He picked me up and tossed me playfully in the air. I squeezed my eyes shut instinctively. Because he used to throw me just like that, into dark, disgusting storm drains. Down there, rats and roaches crawled all over me. I could only hope someone would pass by and rescue me. Hearing Kevin's voice from downstairs, Tiffany ignored the maids trying to stop her and ran out, throwing herself into Kevin's arms, tears streaming down her face. "Kevin! She's not our daughter! She's a devil! She smiled at me today!" Hearing Tiffany's rambling, Kevin's face darkened instantly. "Kids smile, it's normal! Tiffany, how could you call your own daughter a devil!" "You'll scare Penny!" "That's not all! Today she spilled hot cereal all over Penny, and then blamed Penny for spilling it herself!" Mrs. Miller took me from him, glaring fiercely at Tiffany. Speaking of which, I decided to add fuel to the fire. I buried my face in Mrs. Miller's shoulder and mumbled, "Hurt… Mommy called me… worthless girl." Tiffany spun around, staring hard at my face. Then she suddenly lunged, grabbing my throat. "You're lying! Who are you! Get out of my daughter's body!" I immediately started crying loudly. Kevin violently pulled Tiffany off me, shoving her to the ground. His face was dark and terrifying as he growled through clenched teeth, "Are you insane!" "Penny is your own daughter!" Shoved unexpectedly to the floor, Tiffany stared in disbelief. "Kevin, you actually pushed me!" "You dared to push me!" "Do you want me to tell everyone what happened back then—" Before she could finish, Kevin slapped her hard across the face, knocking her down again. Hmm? Enjoying the show, my ears perked up. What happened back then? 4 "Someone get this crazy woman out of here and lock her in her room! Spouting nonsense like that!" Kevin was clearly afraid Tiffany would spill something important. The maids swarmed forward, grabbing Tiffany and dragging her towards her room. Seeing her pathetic state, a smirk unconsciously formed on my lips. She looked up and saw my smirk. She didn't even need the maids to drag her anymore; she scrambled back to her room on her own. "Our Penny is the cutest, how could she be a devil?" Listening to Kevin coo like he was talking to a baby, I smiled, but the smile didn't reach my eyes. Of course, I'm a devil. A devil who's going to take all your lives. The next morning, Kevin went to work, and Mrs. Miller went off to join her friends for their community dance group. After everyone left, Tiffany crept downstairs cautiously. She glanced at me warily, then pulled out her phone and made a call. Soon, a man dressed in yellow robes arrived – some kind of spiritualist or exorcist. He went around the entire house, plastering paper charms everywhere, even sticking several onto me. I watched the "master" dance around a small brazier filled with burning coals while Tiffany knelt beside it, muttering something under her breath. "Master, I don't know what demon or ghost has possessed my daughter's body, but you must drive it out!" Tiffany stared intently at my face, as if searching for some sign. The master glanced at me. "There is a malicious spirit inside her." I raised an eyebrow slightly. This guy had some nerve, at least. The next second, the master shook his head. "This is a vengeful spirit you harmed in a past life. I'm afraid it won't be easy to deal with." Me: ...Liar. Hearing it wouldn't be easy, Tiffany clung to him like a lifeline. "Master, I'll pay more! Extra!" Satisfied with her response, the master smoothed his brow and casually tossed a stack of paper charms into the brazier. "Alright, let's all go outside now. When the fire burns out, the evil entity will naturally be expelled." I tilted my head, watching Tiffany look back nervously as she left, and gave her a smile. She stumbled backward in fear and practically crawled out the door. Once everyone was gone, I crawled over to the sofa. A brightly colored silk scarf lay there. I pulled it down and tossed it into the brazier, watching the flames leap higher. It was Mrs. Miller's favorite scarf; she'd forgotten it when she went out dancing today. I casually glanced at the living room clock. About time. Mrs. Miller should be back soon. I placed my hand over the brazier. The tongues of flame licked at my skin, pain shooting through me. But compared to the pain of falling eighteen stories, this was nothing. Just then, Mrs. Miller's confused voice came from the doorway. "What's everyone doing standing out here?" "Where's Penny? Did you leave Penny inside alone?" Hearing this, I summoned all my strength and burst into tears. Mrs. Miller rushed in and scooped me into her arms. Seeing the burn on my hand, her eyes reddened with distress. "Penny, sweetie, don't cry. Tell Grandma what happened." Sobbing, I pointed at the fake master. "Said I… vengeful spirit… burn me… Mommy found him…" Hearing my description, Mrs. Miller flew into a rage. She grabbed Tiffany and started slapping her face furiously. "You bitch! I think you're the vengeful spirit! Always scheming to hurt my granddaughter! Today you even conspired with this fraud to try and burn Penny alive!" Nestled in Mrs. Miller's arms, I shot Tiffany a gloating smile. Seeing it, Tiffany ignored the slaps and pointed frantically at me. "She smiled! She smiled! Master! Burn her quickly! I'll give you more money!" Hearing Tiffany dare to say such things right in front of her, Mrs. Miller turned purple with rage and slapped her even harder. In just a few seconds, Tiffany's face swelled up like a pig's. Soon, Kevin came home. Seeing the burn on my hand, he asked with a pained expression how it happened. I took his hand and wobbled towards the brazier, mumbling indistinctly, "Grandma… scarf… fall in fire… I get." Without hesitation, I pushed his hand down onto the still-hot coals in the brazier, making it look like I was showing him how I tried to retrieve the scarf. Although the flames were out, the coals were still scorching. He screamed in pain, desperately trying to pull his hand away, but I held it down firmly. Just like he had held me down back then. The sound of flesh searing on the hot coals sizzled through the air, mixed with Kevin's agonized cries. "Mom! Help me!" Mrs. Miller finally snapped out of it and rushed forward to pull Kevin's hand away from mine. "Penny, tell Grandma why you pushed Daddy's hand down?" Because your son did the same thing to me. I turned my head away, and when I looked back, my eyes were filled with tears. "Grandma's favorite scarf… and Mommy said… burn me… but it hurt too much… scared to burn myself." After saying this, I clung tightly to Mrs. Miller's clothes, hiding behind her and staring fearfully in Tiffany's direction. "Mom! This little demon is lying! She's lying!" Tiffany slurred, her face swollen and red. "You really are insane!" Seeing Tiffany still spouting nonsense, Kevin gritted his teeth and used his good hand to slap her several more times. "Divorce! I'm divorcing you!" Tiffany let out a wail, finally unable to take it anymore, and burst out cursing, "You dare divorce me! Kevin Miller, you good-for-nothing bastard!" "When that little bitch Sarah died, if I hadn't suggested pinning it all on Rick Quinn, you'd be the one in jail right now!"
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