The day the true heiress of the Sterling family returned, I was in a car accident. My spine was permanently damaged. I was trapped in my own body, unable to move, a prisoner in a waking coma. I cried, I begged for death, but my adoptive mother insisted I live. She cared for me meticulously, day in and day out, for an entire year. Then, the true heiress, my "sister," was diagnosed with leukemia. She needed umbilical cord blood to survive. My adoptive mother started letting strange men into my bedroom. One after another. Soon, I was pregnant. As my belly swelled, the heiress, Veronica, would taunt me, her voice dripping with triumphant malice. "Thank you for the baby. The cord blood is doing wonders for my skin." It took me three days to slowly, painstakingly, pull out my own breathing tube. When I opened my eyes again, I was back. Back to the day she returned. … “Sister, I think the car broke down. Could you get out and check?” Veronica’s voice, the voice of a demon, jolted me awake. The inky blackness outside the window confirmed it. I was reborn. “It’s so dark out there, and I’m scared,” she continued, her voice trembling. “The driver said he’ll stay in here with me. Can you please go see what’s wrong?” Her hand, cold as ice, gripped mine. I instinctively ripped my hand away, my eyes welling with tears. How long had it been since I’d felt the simple freedom of my own body? Veronica was the true Sterling heiress, lost for over twenty years, only recently found. The family was throwing a lavish party to welcome her home. She had insisted on riding with me instead of her parents, claiming she wanted to share "girl talk." I had believed her. The car "broke down" on the highway. She cried, she pleaded, she begged me to get out and push. The moment I stepped out of the car, a speeding sedan slammed into me, sending me flying. As I lay dying in a pool of my own blood, Veronica, the same girl who had been sobbing in fear moments before, knelt beside me. Her face was a mask of dissatisfaction. “How are you not dead?” The driver who hit me leaned in and whispered something in her ear. “Miss, a live one is more valuable. You can do a lot more with her this way.” Veronica’s expression shifted as she looked at me. Then, she called my adoptive mother, her voice choked with fabricated sobs. By the time my adoptive parents arrived at the hospital, Veronica had bruised her own face. “It’s all my fault! If I hadn't come back, there wouldn't have been a party, and this wouldn't have happened to Sharon! Why wasn't it me? Am I bad luck? I shouldn't have come back…” My adoptive mother, completely taken in, believed every word. To "compensate" me, she had a state-of-the-art medical suite built in our villa, with round-the-clock care. Then, Veronica was suddenly diagnosed with leukemia. She needed umbilical cord blood to survive. My adoptive mother listened to her, and an idea formed. She decided I would become a surrogate. A procession of strange men began to enter my room. On top of me, off of me… I lost count. I only knew that soon, I was pregnant. One child wasn't enough. So there was a second. A third. As my dignity was systematically stripped away, Veronica would sit nearby, watching. “You stole my life for twenty years,” she’d hiss. “This is what you deserve.” Her eyes were filled with a vicious hatred. “I want you to suffer for twenty years before you die. Otherwise, I’ll never be satisfied.” In front of her lay my fifth newborn. As I watched its neck being snapped, I bit through the artery in my own wrist. A chilling cold spread through me. “Veronica,” I managed to whisper, “you will burn in hell for this…” She tossed the tiny body aside. “Thank you for the baby. Now I can use the cord blood for my beauty treatments.” That same demonic smile was now dancing before my eyes. Seeing me hesitate, she urged me again. “Sister, hurry up and get out. We’re going to be late.” I glanced at my phone. It was 8:00 PM, just like last time. And in the distance, I could already hear the roar of an approaching engine. “Okay,” I said, meeting her eyes, and obediently stepped out of the car. Normally, the side I exited on faced away from traffic. I shouldn't have been hit. But last time, the moment my feet touched the pavement, our driver sped away, leaving me exposed. In the next second, the speeding car was on me. I had no chance to escape. The car door clicked open. I stepped out. A flicker of malice crossed Veronica’s eyes as she gave the driver a subtle nod. 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 yanked her out with all my might. The blinding headlights from the oncoming lane illuminated the terror in her eyes. At the last second, it was our driver who reacted first. He slammed on the accelerator, positioning our car to shield us. The sound of the impact was deafening. Veronica’s face went white, and she collapsed to her knees. I ignored her and dialed 911. “Hello, there’s been a violation on the highway, a car driving against traffic. I suspect attempted murder. Please…” Veronica scrambled to her feet and snatched the phone, ending the call. “Sister, we’re fine, aren’t we? Mom and Dad are waiting at the hotel. Let’s not cause any trouble.” “But you just got back, and something like this happens. I think someone might be targeting you.” I put on a concerned expression. “I should call Mom and Dad and have them pick you up.” Veronica refused. “Driver, can we still drive the car? Maybe we should just leave.” The driver gave me a furtive glance. “It’s a minor issue. It won’t affect our driving.” He cleared his throat. “Miss Sharon, Miss Veronica, Mrs. Sterling just called. The guests have almost all arrived. As the main characters, you shouldn't be late. We should get going.” Looking at the driver, I knew. From the very day she arrived, Veronica had been buying off the staff. She had wanted me dead from the start. I didn’t know why she hated me so much. From the moment she returned, I had already decided to leave. She had found her real parents, and I wanted to find mine. But she never gave me the chance. She immediately started playing the victim in front of my adoptive parents, acting as if she were terrified of offending me. “Whatever sister doesn’t want, I’ll take. I like everything.” “As long as sister is happy, I don’t mind.” In just a few days, she had charmed everyone in the villa. It was why, when I later became a vegetable, everyone despised me. Half an hour later, we arrived at the hotel. My adoptive mother immediately saw the scrapes on Veronica’s arm, and her expression soured. “Sharon, did you bully Veronica?” Tears welled in Veronica’s eyes. “Sister didn’t mean it. She was just trying to protect me… Mom, don’t be angry.” Then, she came to me, gently tugging on my sleeve. “Sister, I didn’t come here to tear your family apart, just to join it. Please don’t be angry. Next time, I’ll make sure the driver checks the car properly. And if there’s a problem, I’ll be brave, just like today. I won’t let you face the danger alone.” My adoptive parents questioned the driver and learned what had happened. My mother shot me a glare. “Sharon, it seems genes really do determine everything. A bad seed is a bad seed. How could you make your sister get out of the car to check?” “You knew she’s afraid of the dark! Why didn’t you go yourself? Would getting out of the car have killed you?” The warmth in her eyes when she looked at Veronica vanished the moment she turned to me, replaced by pure disgust. My already-shattered heart ached anew. Before Veronica, I was the apple of her eye. She had given me all her love, made me feel like the happiest princess in the world. That was why I was so shocked, so uncomprehending, when she allowed Veronica's men to hold me down. I didn’t even know how to resist. I just let her touch my face, let her smile as she tied me up herself. “Sharon, just bear with it for a little while. Veronica and I have finally been reunited, and I can’t lose her. As soon as you give birth, Mommy will let you go, okay?” I shook my head, and she slapped me, hard. Then, she lovingly applied ointment to my cheek. “I’m sorry, Mommy was just too anxious. You and Veronica are both my treasures. I don’t want to lose either of you. It’s just giving birth. Don’t be so resistant.” Now, I didn't argue. I just bowed my head and apologized, afraid she would see the hatred in my eyes. “If sorry was enough, what would we need police for?” my adoptive father snorted. “Get out. I don’t want to see you again tonight.” His words were exactly what I wanted. I found an empty lounge to review the situation. But before I could close the door, several men burst in. My face went pale. They were Veronica’s bodyguards. In my past life, they were the first to torture me. In fact, the first child I lost was theirs. “What are you doing?” The men approached, their intentions clear. The one in front was already undoing his tie, wrapping it around his hand. “Miss, we’re just following orders. Don’t blame us for what happens…” I backed away, stumbling against a sofa. “Did Veronica send you? Why is she doing this?” “We don’t know what you’re talking about, Miss.” They were cautious. No matter how I tried to trick them, they wouldn’t say Veronica’s name. “We just like you so much, Miss. We wanted to… get to know you better.” The man in front suddenly raised his hand. I saw the bottle he was holding. My eyes widened. That familiar scent—last time, they said I was a living corpse, no fun at all. So before they touched me, they would always make me inhale an aphrodisiac. Over time, my tolerance grew. They went from spraying it to pouring it down my throat, to injecting it directly. I was so sensitized to it, I would never forget the smell. I clamped my hand over my nose, holding my breath, but I still caught a whiff. A familiar heat began to spread through my body. I couldn't stop trembling. I dug my nails into my thigh, desperately trying to hide my reaction. But they had already noticed. Their laughter grew more unrestrained. “Miss, your neck is so red. It’s quite beautiful.” “I wonder if a neck that red tastes sweet? I can hardly wait. Look at my pants, they’re already straining…” “You’re so pathetic, just looking at her neck? I think the real scenery is further down.” Their laughter was like daggers, their movements sending tremors of fear through me. As they began to undress, memories of my past life assaulted me. After the car accident, I was a quadriplegic, confined to a hospital bed, needing 24/7 care. Veronica, who had always been healthy, fell ill shortly after I was brought home from the hospital. Acute leukemia. She needed umbilical cord blood to live. “Mom, I’m sorry. I’m so useless,” Veronica had said, lying in her bed, pale as a ghost. “If only I could get pregnant. I heard the doctor say that an infant’s cord blood is the most effective. Mom, please, find someone for me to marry.” “I want to be with you and Dad forever. I don't care if I have to sacrifice my purity. I just want to be with you.” My adoptive parents struggled with the idea, unwilling to subject her to such an ordeal. They even considered buying a child, but Veronica stopped them. “Mom, Dad, that’s illegal. I don’t want you to take risks for me. I just want our family to be together.” Her emphasis on “family” made their gazes drift toward my bedroom. That night, my door was opened. That night, the lights in my room stayed on. My hoarse screams echoed through the villa, but no one came to save me. The next day, the nurses acted as if they saw nothing, changing my dressings and massaging my limbs as usual. The next night was another sleepless one. It was only when the nurse confirmed I was pregnant that I was given a brief respite. The day I gave birth, Veronica, who had been bedridden, came to see me. I watched, helpless, as they drained the blood from my newborn. Veronica looked at the blood and the lifeless body and smiled. “Sharon, you stole twenty years of my life. Now, you can give birth to my children for twenty years.” She curled her lip. “I hear umbilical cord blood is the best for one's complexion. I must thank you for helping me stay young.” Because of her "thanks," more men were brought to my room. I don’t know how many years that hellish torture lasted. I couldn’t even kill myself. Until that one day, when I finally managed to raise my limp hand to my mouth and end my own life. Reborn, Veronica had failed to kill me once, and now she had a backup plan. I scrambled behind the sofa, throwing anything I could grab at them. The loud crash attracted attention from outside. I found an opening and lunged for the door. “Help me!” A waiter down the hall turned. A flicker of hope ignited within me. In the next second, my hair was yanked, and I was dragged back. My scalp screamed as I was thrown to the floor, clumps of my hair falling around me. I clutched my bleeding head, staring at them in terror. “This is illegal.” “How much did Veronica pay you? I’ll give you double if you let me go.” “Pah!” The leader spat at me. “Miss Veronica is the true heiress. You’re just some bastard from god-knows-where. You think you can buy us off? Do you even have any money?” “Crawl over here and serve us well, and maybe I’ll tell my brothers to be gentle with you. Otherwise…” The glint in his eyes was like a knife, slicing at my skin, making every inch of me ache. Two men came over and pinned me to the floor, tearing my clothes with one hand. The sight of my white skin seemed to excite them further. “As expected of a pampered lady. This color… so nice!” “Let me have a feel… Ah!” I bit down hard on his arm, tearing away a piece of flesh. The foul, coppery taste in my mouth made me vomit all over him. But remembering what he had done to me in my past life, I lunged again, sinking my teeth into his other hand. My hair was pulled back so hard I could hear my scalp tearing. But I didn't dare let go. This was my only chance. Finally, the man couldn't take the pain and threw me off. I seized the opportunity, knocking into another man and ramming my head into the last man's groin. Amidst his pained cry, I threw open the door. “Help!” I grabbed a passing waitress. “Call the police!” The waitress stared at me, covered in blood, my lips torn, and shrieked. She fumbled for her phone. I watched her, my heart pounding, as she dialed. “9-1…” Just as she was about to press the last digit, Veronica appeared around the corner. She gave her men a look. “Sister, are you sick again? It’s okay, I’ll have someone take you to the hospital. I’ll handle the assault.” She patiently explained to the waitress that I was just ill, that there was no need to call the police. My attempts to explain were silenced. As the waitress was about to leave, I broke free and rushed to her. “I’m not sick! They were about to assault me! Please…” But the waitress had already believed Veronica. She wouldn't listen. Despair began to consume me. Veronica smiled. “No one will believe you. I’ve already spread the news that you have a mental illness.” “Mom and Dad are ashamed of you. They’ve already removed you from the family tree, Sharon…” she whispered in my ear. “Two lifetimes, and you’ll never beat me. Just give up.” I stared at her, my eyes wide with disbelief. “You’re reborn, too?” She didn’t answer, just motioned for the bodyguards to restrain me.
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