Reborn with Bipolar Disorder: The Real Heiress Takes Back Everything

In my previous life, the fake daughter Linda Veil wanted the billionaire family all to herself.

She manipulated my adopted brother Jason with her two-faced act, sabotaging me at every turn.

All I ever wanted was family. Instead, they came to despise me, and shipped me off to the African savannah to fend for myself.

Before the plane even landed, Mom and Dad threw me out from low altitude, hatred written all over their faces.

"Stay out there and learn your lesson. Let's see if you ever dare hurt your sister again!"

"We'll come get you once you've straightened up."

Both my legs shattered on impact. I lay in the grass, sobbing that I was sorry, begging them to believe me.

But the sun cracked my skin open and wild animals stripped me to the bone.

They never came back for me.

Right before I died, I finally learned the truth. Sending me to the savannah had been Linda's idea all along.

She'd spent three hundred million commissioning a lifelike robot to replace my dead body.

Mom and Dad watched the cameras every day, seeing a lively, healthy "robot me" going about life.

They had no idea I was already gone.

And Linda? She married my adopted brother, poisoned my parents slowly, and inherited every last penny of the Veil fortune, handing it all to her human-trafficking birth parents.

Then I opened my eyes again.

I'd been reborn, back to the day the billionaire family first took me home.

This time around, I'd worked ten jobs at once to survive and developed a serious mental illness.

Whoever messed with me got the full crazy treatment.

The moment the billionaire parents brought me through the door, Linda Veil pulled me aside and hissed in my ear:

"Know your place. Get out of my house on your own, or I'll have someone kill you."

In my previous life I'd cowered. This time, I hit back.

I shook off the hug she was pretending to give me and burst into wailing sobs.

"I don't want to live anymore. This world is terrifying."

Then I pulled out a knife and slashed my wrist. Blood sprayed everywhere. The billionaire mansion became a crime scene in seconds.

Mom and Dad completely lost it, frantically calling emergency doctors to get me transfused.

They barely pulled me back from the edge when Jason slipped into my hospital room.

He ripped out my IV drip and wrapped his hands around my throat.

"If you ever set Linda up again, I'll carve up your face and burn out your voice. Then we'll see how much trouble you can stir up in front of Mom and Dad."

Nobody threatened me. I wasn’t taking that from anyone.

I covered my ears and screamed at the top of my lungs.

The nurse who came running mistook Jason for some kind of maniac. Security beat him until he was howling, eyes gone blank.

Linda wasn't done. She volunteered to handle my meals personally.

Three days straight, every plate she brought was either rancid meat or spoiled leftovers.

When she came again, I was so fed up I dumped the whole tray in her face.

Jason went ballistic and dragged me up, demanding I kneel and apologize to Linda.

I reached back and pulled out my personal alarm stun gun.

Mom and Dad walked in at that exact moment and nearly had heart attacks.

"Stop it, both of you!"

The second those words landed, I collapsed. My energy for the day was simply gone.

When I came to, a circle of stone-faced people sat around my hospital bed.

Dad spoke first, voice low.

"Tell me. What started it this time?"

Jason jumped in immediately: "Eve is completely out of line! She threw food in Linda's face on purpose; she was trying to ruin her looks. She's just jealous that Linda has a better life than her!"

Linda sniffled softly on the side.

"I don't know what I did to make her hate me so much the second she got here. My skin is smooth and she's all rough and sallow. Maybe she's jealous I'm prettier."

The two of them were perfectly coordinated.

Mom's brow tightened. The look she gave me didn't bother hiding the blame.

"Eve, I understand it hasn't been easy living on your own. But do you really need to go after Linda like this?"

Three against one. Like I'd committed some unforgivable sin.

I gripped the corner of the blanket, the rage creeping up slowly from somewhere deep.

In my previous life, their polished, two-faced fronts had messed with my head. I'd actually start wondering if I'd done something wrong.

But it never mattered what I said or did. The moment Linda cried, Jason would attack me. Mom and Dad would side with her. They'd use their authority to crush me, throw me in the dark room at the drop of a hat.

The memories made me shake back then.

Not anymore.