Rebirth: I Kill with a Borrowed Knife

My parents favored a son over a daughter, so I was raised by an old lady and her family from the neighboring village. I called her Granny and had always been grateful to her.

On the day I was preparing to study abroad, Granny and my parents made me unconscious and locked me in the room. They wanted me to marry Granny's son, a man I had called Uncle since I was a child.

It turned out that Granny's financial support was just a different way to find her son a wife.

I refused to marry Uncle, and then I was locked up and abused.

I ended up being buried in their backyard.

When I woke up again, I found myself back to the day I was made unconscious.

I told everyone in a sincere tone, "I have always had a crush on Uncle. Please let me marry him."

1

At the dinner table, Granny picked up some food for me and said I had lost a lot of weight compared to the last time she saw me long ago. She told me to stay at home for recuperation first after graduation before going to find a job.

In my previous life, it was today that I readily responded to Granny with the news that I was going to study abroad. I thought she would be proud of me because she was the one who raised me.

Granny seemed very happy at first, but in the evening, she gave me a glass of milk containing narcotics.

When I regained consciousness, I found myself locked in the room. Granny asked me to marry her son, the man I had regarded as an uncle since I was a child!

It turned out that Granny had been helping me just to find her son a wife, but I stupidly believed that she supported me because she loved me and valued me.

I would rather die than obey, so I went on a hunger strike and threatened to commit suicide, but all I got in return was beatings, verbal abuse, and an even stricter watch.

Not only did my parents not help me, but they also built a house for my brother with the large sum of money they got from Granny by agreeing to marry me to Uncle so that my brother could get married in style.

Granny kept a close eye on me all the time and would tie me up whenever she went out, so I had no way to cry out for help or kill myself.

I didn't know what day it was outside. One day when Uncle intended to rape me again, I pretended to be obedient and took the opportunity to kill myself in revenge for the humiliation I suffered. Perhaps it was because I had lost all hope in life that I managed to bang my head against the wall with all my strength.

To prevent my death from being discovered, my parents and Granny spread the rumor that I had cuckolded Uncle and run away with my lover, but in reality, they buried me in the backyard.

When I was reborn in this life, I swore I would make all those who had harmed me pay for it.

2

"Granny, my graduation is still a few months away," I forced a smile and said, "To be honest, I want to marry Uncle after graduation."

What I said made everyone at the dining table lose their composure.

I looked at Granny's shocked and somewhat delighted eyes, at Uncle's complacent look, and at my parents' excited expressions that they tried to hide.

I only felt that a good show was about to begin.

"Yolanda, you have to think it over. Your uncle is over 20 years older than you. Besides, what will people say if you get together with your uncle?" Granny said to me very considerately.

"That's right. He's more than 20 years older than me, and you know what others will think. But in my previous incarnation, you old woman still locked me up and forced me to marry him. You and your son even gaslighted and abused me every day," I thought to myself.

"Granny, I'm sorry, but I have fallen in love with Uncle."

"Mom, let's talk about this later. Yolanda is still young. She probably can't tell the difference between love and family affection," Uncle said hypocritically, which disgusted me.

"Yes, you're right, I can't tell the difference. But did you ever care about what I felt about you when you wanted to sexually abuse me in my previous life? How disgusting you are," I complained inwardly.

"Godmother, we advocate freedom of marriage. If Yolanda does love Pastard, her father and I have no objection to her marrying him," my mother said, indicating that she respected my choice, but her fawning look couldn't be more obvious.

I spoke to myself in my heart, "Yes, of course, you have no objection. The construction of the new house for my brother is almost completed. All my brother needs now is a sum of money for his engagement to his future wife.

2

The meal ended with everyone's bad mood. To keep everything under my control as soon as possible, I pretended to be disappointed and left the Zelle family's place to return to my dormitory at college.

I needed to sort out everything I had been through in my past life and come up with an elaborate scheme.

When I was about to leave, Pastard, the man I called Uncle, handed me several hundred-dollar bills and stroked my hand lovingly.

I only felt goosebumps all over me, but I still acted reluctant to leave to convince him of my affection for him.

3

When I got back to my dormitory, I was finally allowed to let down my guard. I took several showers at a time, which made my roommates think I was crazy.

When I lay in bed late at night, I dared not close my eyes, for my mind was filled with recurring flashbacks to the time Pastard abused me once I closed my eyes. At that time, if I did not obey him, he would dose me up with narcotics.

According to my experience in my previous life, my parents must have gotten a lot of benefits from the Zelle family by this time. The total of the money would be sufficient for evidence to prove their extortion, wouldn't it?

My parents only loved my brother.

Just like Granny loved her son Pastard.

I used the phone my mother bought for me to send Pastard my heartfelt profession of love by message.

I told him that he was the man in this world who treated me the best, that my parents only loved my brother, and that it was he and Granny who truly cared about me.

I declared that I could distinguish between love and family affection and that I truly loved him.

As expected, he was still awake and replied to my message.

4

"Yolanda, is it true that you love Uncle? I'm old enough to be your father."

I suppressed the feeling of nausea while typing affectionate words. "Of course, it's true. I'm not a child anymore. To be honest, I felt you were my savior at first sight. I want to marry you, not just to repay you for your kindness. Uncle, don't you love me? But I love you..."

I admit that I couldn't hold back the nausea and ran to the toilet to vomit in the end. The scenes of Pastard abusing me started flashing through my mind again.

"Yolanda, let's talk about it over dinner some other day. I know you are still young."

At the sight of Pastard's reply, I felt even more nauseous.

"Uncle, I have always wanted to marry you and be your wife. You don't have to give me any money as an engagement gift, but I'm afraid my parents won't agree to it. After all, they still need money for my brother's engagement."

The man on the other end fell silent. The chat kept showing that he was typing. My parents have asked the Zelle family for a lot of money over the years, so I supposed the Zelle family also couldn't stand it.

"Uncle, you and Granny have raised me all these years. I know who is good to me. I don't want you and Granny to be threatened by my parents anymore. Now that I have grown up, I can be your wife. We can support each other."

There was silence again. He kept typing many times, but in the end, he gave no reply.

If I guessed it right, Pastard must be thinking about how to get the money back. After all, he had a bad habit of gambling at cards.

Although he could earn 10,000 dollars a month in recent years, and Granny had an old-age pension, my parents and my brother kept asking the two of them for money.

If the Zelle family wasn't so eager to manipulate me, they wouldn't have let my family do what they wanted.

In my previous incarnation, after I died, my mother demanded a fortune of money from the Zelle family by threatening to tell everyone about my death. With no other choice, Granny and Pastard moved away overnight.

But my parents also didn't dare to look for Granny for fear of being implicated in my death.

5

After staying at the campus for a week, I felt great that I was alive again.

It was Sunday. I saw my mother when I went downstairs after cleaning up my dorm.

She glared at me fiercely and jerked at my hair the instant I walked out of the dormitory gate.

"You ungrateful girl, I gave birth to you and raised you, yet you betrayed us. Do you think the Zelle family are good people?"

It hurt so much that I instinctively tried to break free, but my mother held me tighter.

Since I was a child, my mother enjoyed teaching me a lesson in public, which made her indescribably satisfied.

"Mom, what are you talking about? I'm your daughter. I stand by you without any doubt!"

"You little bitch, stop pretending to be ignorant! What did you tell that old man in the Zelle family? He threatened to sue me for extortion. How dare that old bastard sue me?"

My mother grabbed my ear and continued to curse, "What? Is it that you don't even know which family you belong to after sleeping with that old man a few times? Did you enjoy sleeping with him so much?"

I couldn't believe my mother said something outrageous like this as if I was not her child.

6

"Stop!"

Pastard finally arrived. He pulled my mother away and shielded me in his arms. I couldn't stop trembling.

I had been consulting my therapist every day to adjust my emotions so that my disgust for Pastard could be alleviated, but my instinct still told me that I was afraid.

"Great, great! Everyone, come and take a look at this bitch and this bastard! A student of a famous college has her eye on a man who is old enough to be her father! Do you think it's funny?"

My mother burst out laughing, pointing at me. Pastard let go of me, held my mother's shoulder, and stuffed her into the car.

"You bastard and you bitch, you immoral couple! I'm not out of my mind!"

Seeing my mother yelling in the car, I hurriedly got in and closed the car door.

"You ungrateful girl! You have been hooking up with this old man since you were little, haven't you? You hid it so well! You are so good at acting!"

As my mother spat abuse, she intended to hit me again. I dodged feeling wronged and looked at Pastard with misty eyes for help.

"Mercy, do you want your family to end up in jail so much?"

Pastard's words instantly rendered my mother silent.

7

My mother made a fuss in the car, refusing to go to the Zelle family's house. Eventually, she quieted down when Pastard said my brother was also there.

When I returned to the Zelle family's place again, Pastard and I entered holding hands. At the sight of this, my father slapped me without further ado.

I immediately burst into tears and took the opportunity to let go of Pastard's hand, hiding behind him.

"You ungrateful girl, you are just like what your mother said. You have been hooking up with this old man for a long time!"

"Dad! What nonsense are you talking about? My love for Uncle is unrequited. It has nothing to do with him. Just scold me if you want."

"Yolanda, I mean you no harm, but you have your eye on this old guy at such a young age," my brother said to me regretfully.

"Luke Lyon, is this how you teach your son? If you still recognize me as your godmother, tell your son to apologize to Yolanda."

Granny spoke to my dad harshly.

"Granny, it's okay. My brother always scolds me. But Brother, please stop saying such words to Uncle. My affection for him is one-sided. Uncle even told me to think over what kind of my affection was. Please don't accuse Uncle wrongly."

I wiped the tears off my eyes. I couldn't help but feel my acting was excellent with my affectionate look.

Now that it could be a case of dog eat dog, why should I bother to do it myself?

Dad, Mom, Brother, you were just too greedy.

8

"We will never return this money, so just give up on it. If you still want to marry my daughter, give us one million dollars! Otherwise, don't even think about it," my father said, sitting there casually, no longer fawning as before.

"That's right. After all, Yolanda is a student at a renowned college, and she's young and beautiful. Look at you, how old you are," my mother said with ulterior motives, but I liked to hear it.

"Uncle Zelle, you are of a different generation from mine. You should be glad that my sister has her eye on you. In our village, all those who don't have a wife at your age are called old bachelors," said my brother. What he said sounded nice to me as well, although he was saying it for his own benefit.

Looking at Pastard, who flushed red with anger but didn't retort, I was secretly happy. In my previous life, without a dispute over interests, my family had never said such things.

"Dad, Mom, Brother, I honestly have feelings for Uncle. To be honest, I know very well who is truly good to me. You have favored my brother since childhood..."

I kept inflaming the situation.

"Bah! You little bastard! You still don't know which side you should stand on, right?" my mother said as she was about to hit me again.

"Mom! Return the money to the Zelle family. I was raised by the Zelle family. It's already very generous of the Zelle family to not ask you for the upkeep of me. Why do you still have the nerve to ask them for more money?"

"Because it's me who gave birth to you!"

"Is it that you'll return the money to Uncle and Granny once I die?"

As I spoke, I pretended that I was going to bang my head against the wall, but Pastard quickly stopped me. Granny pulled me toward her, held me in her arms, and patted my back gently to comfort me.

"Oh, my poor Yolanda. How could you do such a silly thing? I can't bear to see you do this. What can I do if you die?"

I buried my head in my Granny's arms and burst out crying.

I was crying for the lost family love in my previous incarnation.

"I won't marry Yolanda. She will have a better future. She is just too confused to understand her feelings for me. As Yolanda's parents, you not only treat her badly but also spread rumors about the relationship between her and me. I have already filed a suit against you. You must return the money even if you don't want to."

While listening to Pastard's words, I laughed in my heart, "Wow, you are so good at talking. If you are not going to marry me, then why did you secretly text me in advance to ask me to cooperate with you?

"Pastard, you also said you would go get the marriage license with me after getting the money back."

9

With the suit Pastard filed, my parents and my brother were brought to court. Over the years, my family demanded a total of about six hundred thousand dollars from the Zelle family.

When my parents knew they would be imprisoned for at least ten years, they panicked and asked for an out-of-court settlement.

Pastard refused, and my parents couldn't contact me, so they had no choice but to plead guilty, but they didn't implicate my brother in the slightest and claimed that he was an innocent young man who was ignorant of what they did.

Overnight, two people in my family, also two of my enemies, were imprisoned.

As for my brother, he was still of great use to me.