Awakening of the Real Miss Rich: Abusing the Scum

Misfortune had shadowed me since the day I was born.

I was originally born into a wealthy family, but my identity was stolen, and I ended up in a destitute household.

For eighteen years, I endured relentless abuse from my foster parents, who beat and scolded me, while outside, I was bullied until I was covered in bruises.

My life was a living hell, shrouded in darkness.

On the day my biological parents found me, I was cornered in a secluded alley by a group of people.

"Steal something and think you can get away with it?"

The girl leading the charge against me was Belinda Veblen, the only daughter of the rich Veblen family, known for her arrogant and domineering ways.

The number of people she had bullied was beyond count.

Those who suffered under her, intimidated by the Veblen family's status, could only silently endure, too afraid to speak out.

This allowed Belinda to grow increasingly brazen and unrestrained, bullying whoever she wished, whenever and wherever she pleased. With just one word, she could reduce her victim to a pitiful wreck.

Today was no different—I was beaten mercilessly.

They laughed wantonly, their eyes gleaming with bloodthirsty cruelty.

"Every one of you is a monster. I won't let any of you get away with this..."

I spat out a mouthful of blood, gritted my teeth, and with tears in my eyes, glared at the people tormenting me.

"Look at this little wretch, still struggle!"

"Trash like you should be groveling for mercy when we teach you a lesson. Who gave you the guts to fight back?"

"Today you had the nerve to steal from Belinda! You're lucky we haven't killed you. And you dare to say you won't let us get away with it? I'd like to see how you plan to do that..."

Belinda stood with her arms crossed, watching with a smile as her entourage surrounded and attacked me.

"Hey, don't go too far. Don't kill her—that would spoil the fun.

"She might be worthless, but if she really dies, we'll be in trouble. Besides, what would I do if I didn't have anyone to bully? I'd be boring! "

Belinda's words only fueled their excitement. They laughed and reassured her that they were pros—no matter how badly they beat me, they wouldn't kill me.

Instinctively, I curled up, bracing myself for the blows, silently counting in my mind. One, two, three...

On the third count, a furious shout came from the entrance of the alley. "Stop!"

By this time, my face was swollen like a loaf of bread, numb to the point of losing sensation. I could barely open my eyes, and blood rimmed my vision, painting the world in crimson...

Through my blurred sight, I saw a middle-aged man in a sharp suit and a woman in elegant attire hurrying toward me with a group of people in tow.

I smiled faintly and closed my eyes.

These two were my biological parents and, at the same time, Belinda's adoptive parents.

Today, as they found me, they happened upon the scene of their biological daughter being mercilessly tormented by their adoptive daughter.

I closed my eyes, hearing my father Abner Veblen's enraged shout, my mother Nelly Jefferson's sobs, and Belinda's desperate, nonsensical explanations.

I knew Belinda's luck was about to run out, and my fate was about to take a sharp turn.

Because this was all part of my premeditated revenge plan—I would drag everyone who had ever tormented me straight to hell.

Just before I feigned unconsciousness, I caught a glimpse of Belinda's shocked expression. She hadn't imagined her parents would discover her bullying me.