My sister, Chloe, had always been obsessed with the idea of marrying into old money. To make it happen, she bought a bottle of viral "Glow-Up Pills" that were trending all over TikTok. Back then, I warned her. I told her these sketchy, unregulated supplements had severe side effects and could literally ruin her body. Hearing my warning, Chloe threw the pills away immediately. She even hugged me and thanked me for saving her life. But not long after, photos of a lavish wedding went viral on Instagram. The groom was a billionaire heir, and the bride was the very influencer who sold Chloe those pills. Chloe was convinced that the influencer only snagged the billionaire because of those Glow-Up Pills. She blamed me for destroying her dream. In a fit of rage, she ran me over with her car. "You jealous bitch! If you hadn’t meddled, I’d be the one marrying into the Sterling family!" Our parents helped her cover up the crime, telling everyone that my death was just a tragic car accident. When I opened my eyes again, I was back to the day Chloe was showing off those Glow-Up Pills to me. Our parents were standing by, smiling. "It's fine, Mia. Every girl wants to look pretty. Right?" I smiled back. "Yeah. If you want to take them, Chloe, go ahead." 1 "Mia, look! I paid a fortune for these Glow-Up Pills. Everyone on Snapchat says they make you gorgeous enough to snag a billionaire!" The moment I opened my eyes, I saw Chloe excitedly waving a beautifully packaged bottle of pills in front of my face. "Once these pills make my skin flawless and pale, those rich guys will be crawling to me." Before I could say anything, Mom and Dad cut in. "If Chloe wants them, let her have them. It's normal for girls to care about their looks." "Mia, don't always be such a buzzkill. As long as Chloe is happy." In my past life, they said the exact same thing. But as a Pre-Med graduate, I could see through the scam immediately. The so-called "glow-up" effect of these pills was caused by banned hormones. They gave a temporary boost to the skin, but long-term use caused toxins to build up in the body, leading to sudden organ failure. In my previous life, I had explained all the medical risks to Chloe. I even showed her news articles about girls who ended up permanently disfigured from taking them. Chloe had been terrified. She threw the pills straight into the trash. "Mia, thank God you told me. Being pretty isn't worth dying for." Even our parents had looked relieved back then. But soon after, photos of a high-society wedding flooded Instagram. The bride was the very influencer who sold Chloe those pills. Chloe lost her mind. She convinced herself that if I hadn't stopped her, she would have been the one in that wedding dress. So, she lured me out, waited until my back was turned, and slammed her accelerator, crashing her car straight into me. "You jealous bitch! If you hadn’t meddled, I’d be the one marrying into the Sterling family!" I died on the spot. My parents lied to the cops, claiming I had severe depression and that it was a suicide. Chloe didn't spend a single day in jail. Instead, she used my tragic death to gain clout on TikTok, building a massive following and making a fortune. Feeling the phantom pain still lingering in my chest, I forced down the burning hatred inside me and forced a casual smile. "Chloe, once you marry a billionaire and live in a mansion, don't forget about me." Chloe beamed with pride, her smile reaching her ears. "Mia, we're sisters. Once I make it big, I'll definitely look out for you." Then, Chloe hesitated, a flicker of worry crossing her face. "But... I am a little nervous. These pills won't actually hurt me, right? You studied medicine. Can you check the ingredients for me?" I opened my mouth, but then swallowed my words. I had warned her in my past life, and what did I get? My parents helped her lie, blamed me, and treated my brutal murder like a convenient accident. I blinked innocently. "I didn't major in pharmacology, Chloe. I don't really know much about these synthetic supplements. If you're that worried, maybe just throw them away?" I said this on purpose. I knew Chloe, and I knew our parents. Since we were kids, our parents never said "no" to anything Chloe wanted. Sure enough, Chloe instantly clutched the pill bottle tightly to her chest. "Tons of girls on TikTok got gorgeous from these. I will too. Once my skin is perfect, finding a rich guy will be a piece of cake." I said nothing. Go ahead. Take them. This time, I wanted to see if Chloe would end up in a mansion or with a ruined face. 2 Chloe was still slightly anxious, so she spent the whole night searching Snapchat and TikTok for success stories. Thanks to the algorithm, her feed was quickly flooded with videos of girls glowing up and marrying rich after taking the pills. Occasionally, a video debunking the pills as a dangerous scam would pop up. But Chloe swiped past them instantly. She only wanted to see the success stories, fantasizing about achieving instant fame and wealth. Meanwhile, I was busy sending out resumes, running to job interviews, and looking for internships. When I got exhausted, I relied on coffee and mint balm to keep myself awake. Chloe, on the other hand, stayed up all night researching how to sneak into exclusive VIP parties and hunting for wealthy guys on Instagram, giggling at her phone all day. One day, seeing me editing my resume over a cheap takeout box, Chloe curled her lip in disdain. "Mia, you work so hard sending resumes and doing interviews, but you're just going to end up with a basic, low-paying job." "You should really try these Glow-Up Pills with me. Once you're hot, you won't have to worry about finding a guy to take care of you. It's way better than wage-slaving." Without thinking, I blurted out, "No, thanks." Chloe’s face darkened instantly. "Mia, do you still think something is wrong with these pills?" Seeing the suspicion in her eyes, I quickly smoothed things over. "No, Chloe. It's just... I'm not naturally pretty anyway. Even if I take them, it won't make a difference." "But you’re already gorgeous and slim. The pills will work like magic on you. I don't want to waste them." Seeing my self-deprecating look, Chloe’s anger turned into smug satisfaction. She looked down at my faded hoodie with sheer contempt. "True. A plain girl like you wouldn't know what to do with a glow-up anyway." I nodded in agreement, my mind completely calm. Our family was working-class. Our parents worked odd jobs to get us through school. In my past life, I worked myself to the bone just to land a decent entry-level job. But I had been content. I wanted to graduate, work hard, and help my parents. I never expected Chloe to destroy everything. And what broke my heart the most was that my parents knew the truth, yet chose to protect my murderer. Remembering how they casually dismissed my death as an "accident," a cold rage washed over me. Watching Chloe lose herself in her delusional fantasies, I looked away and went back to editing my resume. Soon, the night of the charity gala hosted by the Sterling family arrived. Before leaving the house, Chloe posted on Twitter: "Big night ahead! ✨" with a picture of a Glow-Up Pill. The gala ended late. The moment I walked through the front door, I heard Chloe’s excited voice echoing from the living room. "Chloe, did you seriously meet Zachary Sterling?!" A few of her friends were crowding around her, green with envy. Chloe tossed her hair proudly. "Of course. He even asked for my Snapchat. He told me I looked absolutely stunning tonight." To prove she wasn't lying, Chloe started listing the brand of Zachary's designer suit, his luxury watch, and the exact words he said to her. My heart skipped a beat. Knowing Chloe's social circle, there was no way she could have gotten close to someone in that elite bracket. Did Zachary Sterling actually take an interest in her? 3 Listening to Chloe brag, the other girls' eyes practically turned into hearts. "Oh my god, Chloe! This is insane! Zachary is totally into you!" "Forget about basic rich guys, you're about to secure an actual billionaire!" The flattery went straight to Chloe's head. Then, one girl asked, "Chloe, how did you do it? We're best friends, you can't keep the secret to yourself." "I saw your Twitter post. Is it because of those Glow-Up Pills?" Chloe didn't even hesitate. She proudly admitted it. The girls gasped. "If we take those pills before the next party, will we get that gorgeous too?" The room went wild. Everyone stared at Chloe like she held the key to heaven. "Chloe, where did you buy them? Can you get some for me? I'll pay you right now!" Chloe hesitated at first, but when she realized she could charge them a premium, her eyes lit up with greed. After pocketing their cash, Chloe promised she would secure the pills as soon as possible. Then, she turned to look at me. "Mia, I can get a bottle for you too. I'll even give you a sister discount." I rejected her instantly. "No, thanks. I'll just stick to my regular routine. Besides, those things have crazy side effects. What if something goes wrong?" Hearing my words, the hyped-up girls suddenly quieted down. Realizing there might be dangerous side effects, several girls started getting cold feet. Seeing her easy cash being handed back, Chloe glared at me with pure venom. "Mia, I can't believe you. Just because you can't afford these pills doesn't mean you have to ruin things for everyone else!" I put on a hurt expression. "Chloe, I'm just looking out for you guys. What if someone gets hurt?" Chloe snorted. "I've been taking them and I'm perfectly fine! Look at how bright my skin is. If you guys want to stay ugly, fine by me." Seeing Chloe’s flawless skin, the girls wavered again. A few of the more insecure girls didn't hesitate. They Venmoed Chloe the money on the spot, begging her to buy the pills for them. Chloe smiled and accepted the money, then smirked at the others. They looked back and forth between me and Chloe, eventually shaking their heads. "We'll pass." Chloe let out a condescending laugh, pointing at me. "Fine. Since you'd rather listen to Mia, let's see what kind of 'amazing' job she lands with her boring life." That night, the girls who bought the pills posted matching Snapchat stories of the capsules with the caption: "Ready for my glow-up! ?" Looking at their stubbornness, I sighed and went back to preparing for my interview tomorrow. A week later, at another college party, those girls indeed looked significantly fairer. Wealthy frat boys were actually approaching them. They came back ecstatic, crowding around Chloe. "Chloe, these pills are literally magic! My skin is glowing!" "Those rich guys who used to ignore me were buying me drinks all night!" But I knew this was just the calm before the storm. I had secretly researched the chemical compounds in those pills. The short-term whitening effect was real, but the banned hormones would build up in the body. Within six months, the backlash would begin—skin rotting, severe pigmentation, and even organ damage. I tried to drop subtle hints to Chloe, but she wouldn't listen to a word. "You're just jealous! Look at my skin, it's better than any celebrity's!" What she didn't know was that Zachary Sterling wasn't interested in her looks. He was using her as an unregistered distributor to sell his toxic pills to college girls. 4 As word spread, more and more girls came knocking on our door. "Chloe, do these pills really work?" "Are you blind? Look at me! It’s your own fault for not believing me sooner. Just sit back and watch me shine." "Chloe, you're literally an angel for sharing this with us." Hearing this, the girls who had hesitated earlier were filled with deep regret. Noticing their jealousy, Chloe turned her smug gaze onto me. "Mia, if you hadn't held me back, I would have reached this level months ago. I’d probably be engaged to Zachary by now." She sighed dramatically. "But don't be too sad. If you missed out this semester, there's always next year." Chloe’s words completely shifted the blame. The girls who had been on my side yesterday now glared at me with burning resentment. "Mia, did you do that on purpose? Just because you're plain doesn't mean you have to hold your sister back!" "I was going to buy them, but I listened to you and missed my chance! You ruined my life!" Accusations flew at me from all directions. I kept my face blank, my mind focused on one thing. The pills' results were real, but the price was absolute. Chloe had no idea she was walking straight into Zachary’s trap. While I was lost in thought, a girl violently shoved my shoulder. "Mia, are you just jealous of Chloe? Why do you hate seeing her succeed?" Chloe put on a fake, sympathetic show. "Guys, don't blame Mia. She was just 'worried' I'd ruin my face. That's why she stopped me." This made everyone even angrier. A few girls got so worked up they cornered me against the wall. "Who do you think you are, trying to control our bodies?" I braced myself against the wall, trying to stay calm. "Get a grip! Those pills contain banned substances! They will destroy your kidneys and rot your skin in the long run! I was trying to save you!" But they blocked out my voice. The scene was spiraling into chaos. Our parents, hearing the shouting, rushed out of their room. They were shocked to see me surrounded by a hostile crowd. "What is going on here? Get away from Mia!" Chloe stepped forward. "Mom, Dad, don't blame them. Mia is the one who blocked everyone from getting their glow-up pills." Under our parents' confused stares, the girls started shouting their grievances all at once. Our parents' expressions became very complicated. But Chloe didn't notice. She kept egging them on. "This is all Mia's fault. She's average-looking, so she wants everyone else to stay average too. She's just toxic and jealous!" The crowd roared in agreement, demanding I apologize on my knees. Dad frowned, looking at Chloe. "Wait... Chloe, you're saying you took those pills and your skin actually got better?" Chloe nodded proudly. "Yes, Dad! Look at me. Don't I look ten times better? Just wait until I marry Zachary, you'll see." Hearing this, the girls who hadn't taken the pills looked green with envy, their hatred toward me growing stronger. Mom tried to disperse the crowd, but nobody listened. A few girls got so aggressive that one of them screamed, "She took away our future! Push her off the balcony!" Before I could react, several hands grabbed my arms, dragging me toward the apartment balcony. I desperately grabbed the doorframe, my sneakers sliding against the floor. "Let go of me! Are you guys insane?!" They didn't care. They shoved me hard, pushing my upper body over the low balcony railing. I was dangling stories above the concrete pavement, the cold wind whipping my hair across my face. "What are you doing?! Pull her back!" Mom screamed in terror. "Mia, you think you're so smart? Keep talking now, bitch!" one girl yelled, her eyes bloodshot with rage. I gripped the railing, my knuckles white. "Don't listen to Chloe! The medical results aren't out yet! Don't do this! Murder is a federal crime!" But they were completely deaf to my pleas, trying to push me over the edge. Just as I thought I was going to plummet to my death, the sharp wail of police sirens echoed from the street below. A neighbor had called 91 The cops burst into the apartment seconds later, tearing the girls away from me and pulling me back to safety. Chloe stood in the corner, a faint, cold smirk on her face. When the officer demanded an explanation, Chloe spoke up first. "Officer, this is my sister, Mia. She got jealous because I'm prettier than her, so she tried to stop us from taking our vitamins. Everyone just got a little emotional." I leaned against the wall, gasping for air, unable to utter a single word. Finally, Dad sighed, looking exhausted. "Since this has become a police matter, I'm taking Chloe to the clinic tomorrow for a full medical checkup. We'll see if these pills are actually poison." Chloe whined, but she couldn't argue with Dad. The next afternoon, the lab results came back. The report showed Chloe's liver enzymes were off the charts, heavy metals in her blood were at toxic levels, and her skin biopsy showed deep-layer chemical damage. Chloe stared at the paper, completely frozen.
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