I received a call from a scammer and transferred $10 million to them without hesitation. When the police called to tell me I’d been scammed, I didn't panic. But my "rich girl" roommate sure did. In my past life, on the first day of the semester, my roommate stole my Black Card and took the whole class to a high-end charity auction, engaging in a bidding war just to show off. She drained over a hundred million dollars from the card, freezing my family's company assets and pushing us to the brink of bankruptcy. When I confronted her and demanded repayment, she threw herself into my boyfriend's arms, sobbing. "Maya, you can't just accuse me because your family is broke!" My boyfriend slapped me across the face and yelled, "Maya, you spent the money yourself! How dare you try to make Chloe take the fall? Have some shame!" When I went to the bank to get the transaction records as evidence, my roommate ran me over with her car. My boyfriend and the entire class testified that I was mentally unstable and had jumped in front of the car myself. When I opened my eyes again, I was back on the day my roommate offered to take the whole class to the auction. Chapter 1 "Hey everyone! Are you free tomorrow? I'm taking the whole class to the charity auction downtown. My treat. Put it all on my card!" Hearing Chloe's voice, I shivered. I realized instantly that I had been reborn. Suddenly, Chloe linked her arm through mine. "Maya, I heard you have a VIP pass for that auction. Can I borrow it? That way we can all sit in a private box." Chapter 2 Hearing those words, the phantom pain of being crushed to death flooded back. In my last life, Chloe used the excuse of borrowing my VIP pass to steal the Black Card my dad gave me. I didn't realize until my dad called, furious, asking why I had drained over a hundred million dollars in one night, cutting off the company's cash flow. When I confronted Chloe, she cried in my boyfriend's arms. "Maya, you can't just frame me because your family is going bankrupt!" My boyfriend, Tyler, slapped me hard. "Maya, have some shame! You spent that money yourself, and now you want Chloe to take the fall?" I went to the bank to get the statements. Chloe ran me over with her car, reversing over my body to make sure I was dead. My parents tried to get justice, but Tyler and the whole class testified for Chloe, claiming I was desperate for money and committed suicide by jumping in front of her car. Thinking of this, rage burned through me. I gripped my handbag tightly and said coldly, "I lost my pass. I can't lend it to you." Tyler snatched my bag from my hands, unzipped it, and dumped everything onto the floor. He picked up the gold VIP card lying on the ground and handed it to Chloe. "Here, Chloe. Use this." Chloe hugged Tyler's arm, her voice sugary sweet. "Tyler, you're the best! Thank you so much." Tyler beamed at her, then looked at me with disgust. "Maya, when did you become such a liar? You clearly had the card. Why didn't you want to lend it?" I slapped Tyler across the face, then snatched the card back from Chloe. "Tyler, who gave you the right to touch my stuff?" Tyler’s eyes widened in shock. "Maya, are you crazy? Did you just hit me?" I slapped him again. "Yeah, I hit you. So what?" Chapter 3 Chloe immediately stepped in front of Tyler, looking like a martyr. "Maya, it's all my fault. Blame me if you want, but don't take it out on Tyler." I looked at her coldly and slapped her too. "Don't worry, I won't leave you out. You two deserve each other. Stop acting like victims in front of me. It's disgusting." Tyler’s face turned red with anger. He shoved me hard, knocking me to the ground. My back hit a desk, and I gasped in pain. "Maya, you've crossed the line! How dare you hit Chloe!" I rubbed my back and glared at him. "Are you deaf? She asked for it. I was just obliging her." The other classmates started chiming in. "Maya, that's too much. You can't just hit people for no reason." Chloe was crying hysterically now. "I'm sorry, everyone. Don't blame Maya. Tyler and I are innocent, he just treats me like a little sister..." Tyler hugged Chloe tightly, comforting her. "Chloe, you're too kind. You're being bullied, and you still blame yourself." I watched them, my fingers trembling with rage. Tyler glared at me. "Maya, drop the spoiled princess act. This is college, not your house. No one is going to pamper you. Give the card to Chloe right now and apologize, or we're done. I can't have a girlfriend who acts like a barbarian." Chapter 4 I laughed out loud. "Fine. We're done. Go be happy with your precious 'little sister.'" Chloe looked at me with big, teary eyes. "Maya, don't be impulsive! You and Tyler have been together for three years. You can't just break up like this. I'd feel so guilty." Hearing this made me even angrier at myself for being blind enough to love scum like Tyler for three years. Suddenly, Chloe grabbed my arm. "Maya, how about this? Lend me the VIP card. All the points from our purchases will go to your account. That way you can upgrade your membership status." Tyler looked at Chloe with admiration. "Chloe, you are literally an angel. She bullies you, and you still look out for her." Then he turned to me, impatient. "Maya, Chloe is being incredibly generous. Don't be ungrateful." I sneered. "No thanks. I can't afford your 'kindness.'" A flash of malice crossed Chloe’s eyes, but she hid it quickly. "Maya, I really want to use this chance to bond with the class. If you lend me the card, I'll buy you two items from the auction. Anything you want. Consider it a rental fee." The classmates gasped. "Maya, take the deal! Auction items start at like ten grand. Chloe is giving you two for free! You're making a killing!" "Plus you get the points! It's a win-win. Why are you refusing?" Tyler mocked me. "Maya, you're just greedy, aren't you? Only Chloe is nice enough to tolerate you. Take the offer before she changes her mind." Chapter 5 I rolled my eyes. "Do you guys not understand English? I said no. I don't want to lend my card." Chloe’s expression darkened. The next second, she wiped her tears and turned to the class, looking devastated. "I'm so sorry, everyone. I wanted to take you all to the auction to bond, but Maya is unhappy about it. I guess we can't go. I shouldn't have promised anything." She burst into tears and collapsed into Tyler’s arms. Tyler looked at me with pure hatred. He slapped me across the face, then kicked me in the stomach. I curled up on the floor, gasping for air. "Maya, you did this on purpose! You just can't stand seeing Chloe do well! You think you're so special because your family has money, walking around in designer clothes. Now that you know Chloe is rich enough to treat the whole class, you're jealous!" A classmate grabbed a water bottle and threw it at my head. "Maya, have some shame! We finally had a chance to see the high life, and you ruined it!" "Just because you carry last season's Chanel bag, you think you're better than us?" Chapter 6 "You're so 'rich,' but you only ever bought us Starbucks. Do you think we're beggars?" She splashed her leftover soda on my face. Others followed suit, dumping their drinks on me. In an instant, I was soaked and humiliated. I struggled to my feet, grabbed a chair, and smashed it on the floor. Everyone jumped back, cursing at me. "Maya, are you crazy?" I ignored the pain and pulled out my phone, dialing 911. "Yes, I'd like to report an assault. A group attack. The address is..." Hearing me call the police, Tyler rushed over and smashed my phone on the ground. "Maya, are you sick? You actually called the cops?" I glared at him. "You dared to hit me. Why wouldn't I call the cops?" Tyler raised his hand to hit me again. I looked him dead in the eye. "Touch me one more time. Every hit is just more evidence." The police arrived in ten minutes. The professor ran in behind them. The police saw it as a minor dispute since I wasn't seriously injured and suggested a settlement. The professor glared at me, warning me not to make a scene. I demanded $1,000 from each person involved for emotional distress. The police agreed. The class started cursing me out. The officer looked at them coldly. "Settle privately, or go to court and get a criminal record. Your choice." They all shut up and reluctantly transferred the money. $1,000 was half a month's living expenses for most of them. It hurt them. After the police left, I picked up my stuff. My bank cards were still there. I sighed in relief, went back to the dorm to change, and called the professor to move off-campus. As I was packing to go home, I noticed my bag had been rifled through again. But nothing seemed to be missing.
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