Exchanged Fates, Twisted Souls

I gently declined Carmen's offer. In this life, I finally got to live like a normal person. All I wanted was to experience college life just like any other student. "Don't worry, sis. I'll take care of myself. Remember? Stay low-key."

Carmen chuckled, wiping away her tears. "Alright."

As she turned to greet other guests, Damian finally snapped out of his stunned silence. He grabbed my arm, his voice filled with urgency. "Why is she so nice to you?"

I ignored his flustered expression and replied with a half-smile, "She’s, my sister. Isn't it normal for her to be nice to me? Or are you saying your rich parents aren't nice to you?"

My question struck a nerve, bringing back painful memories. Damian broke down. He clutched his hair tightly as if drowning in agony. "How could this happen? Why is it like this?"

Just then, a couple's voices rang out behind him. Damian's face instantly paled. "Damian, Mr. Magnus is here today. Come with us to meet him!"

The wealthy couple dragged Damian away, but his entire body trembled. His eyes met mine, silently pleading for help. I sighed and stepped in to block their way. "Uncle, Auntie, it's been years since I last saw my little brother. Can we talk for a bit longer?"

The wealthy couple didn't dare offend me. After all, I was the son of the richest man and had always been well-loved by him and my sister. "Of course, of course."

The man smiled and agreed, but his wife quickly pinched Damian hard. "Hurry up! If you mess things up, you'll be sorry!"

Damian grimaced in pain but nodded obediently. As they walked away, he let out a sigh of relief. His legs seemed to tremble slightly and I couldn't help but find it amusing. "What's wrong? Your parents don't treat you well, huh?"

My expression must have triggered something in him because he suddenly lunged at me, trying to grab my collar. "I don't believe you! I don't believe you! You must be lying! The only reason you don't wear expensive clothes is that you're hiding injuries, right?"

I quickly understood after watching his hysterical reaction. It seemed he was experiencing the same torment I had endured in my past life. In my previous life, after the wealthy couple brought me home, they subjected me to a twisted form of "education."

I was only allowed to sleep four hours a day. The rest of my time was spent studying chess, painting, advanced mathematics, piano and horseback riding. Years of sleep deprivation took a toll on me. One time, I fell off a horse and almost ended up paralyzed. The couple kept track of every penny they spent on me, including my medical expenses.

When I turned eighteen, they forced me to repay them with interest. That was when my life started spiraling into an inescapable abyss. They trained me to be charming and obedient, using me as a tool to entertain wealthy women and powerful men. All those glamorous opportunities? They were brought with my body, my blood and my tears.

Once, a mighty man used me so ruthlessly that I couldn't get out of bed for days. I couldn't even walk or go to the bathroom. The pain was unbearable. I felt filthy. My mind and body were exhausted, but there was no way to escape their grasp. The night I won the Best Actor award, three powerful men were already waiting for me in my room, ready to "celebrate" with me.

In my darkest hour, my brother appeared in a wheelchair, his eyes red with tears and burned me to death. Judging by the timeline, he had just entered the entertainment industry in this life. He had probably only endured physical abuse from the couple, not yet the true horrors they would unleash.