After Rebirth, I Will Take Revenge!

I was reborn on the night of my parents' memorial.

My uncle led a woman and pushed open the door.

My sister, Olivia Martin, was no longer her usual clever self. She bit her nails and hid behind the door. Her drool was soaking her collar.

Gianna frowned and beckoned to the quiet and obedient me.

Olivia peeked out and gave me a sly smile. I knew she had also been reborn.

Olivia and I were fraternal twins. One of us was steady like Dad, the other cheerful like Mom.

In my previous life, the wealthy Smith family favored my cheerful sister.

When Gianna took my sister into the car, I chased after them and asked if she would come back to see me.

However, a few days later, my uncle sent me to an ordinary family in the countryside.

I never saw Olivia again.

The daughter of that family was seriously ill, and the adoptive mother was very superstitious. They adopted me to extend her daughter's life.

I grew up being beaten by my adoptive parents. To raise money for her daughter's treatment, I was even forced to sell my blood.

When I became an adult, my adoptive mother couldn't wait to send me to learn a skill, which was actually to become a bar hostess.

I escaped and went to another place. I worked and studied at the same time.

Three years later, I finally saved 2,000 dollars to look for Olivia.

But that day, Olivia jumped off a bridge because of online bullying.

They said Olivia was born lowly. Even after being adopted by the Smith family, she was involved with the maid's son.

They said she was used without knowing it and deserved it.

Some said the Smith family had terrible luck to have adopted such an idiot.

Later, someone gave me a letter stained with tears.

"I'm unwilling! If my sister had been adopted by the Smith family, she would have thrived!"

I went crazy trying to see Olivia but was hit by a small truck.

When I opened my eyes again, I was six years old, on the night of my parents' memorial.

In this life, I went with Gianna to the Smith residence. With a new name, Ellie Smith.

This house was big and beautiful with just Dad and Mom. The maid, Zoe Taylor, and her son, Lucas Harris.

Dinner was very sumptuous. I accidentally overrated. After a big burp, I covered my mouth. I was ready to be scolded.

But instead of the expected scolding and glares, Zoe brought digestive tablets. Mom took me for a walk in the garden.

I realized that this was not my previous life. Overeating wouldn't get me scolded.

The Smith family was very wealthy, but everyone was busy. Dad was always on business trips, and Mom had many social events.

In this house, I was free.

New clothes, new toys, and imported snacks I had never seen filled my room.

I also attended a prestigious elementary school with Lucas.

Lucas' dad, Jack Harris, was the Smith family's driver. He died in a traffic accident, saving my parents.

My parents took special care of Zoe and her son. They let Lucas live and eat at the Smith residence and promised to cover all his tuition until he graduated from college.

Lucas was very talented at piano. He started learning at age three and could play major compositions by age seven.

He sat at the piano. With the morning light streaming through the floor-to-ceiling windows, it was seemingly giving him a golden halo.

I heard that Mom couldn't have children because she had accompanied Dad while starting his business, which left her with health issues.

They had considered adopting Lucas, but Zoe declined politely. She didn't want Jack's only bloodline to lose his surname.

Later, they adopted me.

Sometimes, I felt like a guest in the Smith residence. But I was grateful for everything they gave me.

If not for Olivia's death in my previous life, I might have been lost in this luxurious happiness.