Reborn The True Heiress Strikes Back

After being kicked out of the Bennett family, the fake heiress set my rented apartment on fire.

I was burned within an inch of my life, yet not a single person reached out to help.

My biological mother clung protectively to the fake heiress and scolded me in disappointment and fury.

“Did you set the fire on purpose to kill Olivia?”

“She only came to persuade you to come home, and you’re this vicious!”

When my brother saw my scorched face, he shielded Olivia’s eyes.

“Don’t look—such bad luck.”

My father shook his head coldly, cursing me as a useless waste who had brought this on herself.

My fiancé, relieved to be rid of me, turned and proposed to the sobbing Olivia.

And there I was, struggling in the searing agony of the flames until I died, my heart full of hate.

When I opened my eyes again, I was back on the day I had been brought into the Bennett family.

“I know my sister only grabbed the steering wheel and caused me to lose control because she hates me. I won’t blame her,” Olivia said sweetly.

“It’s just… I was so scared. I was afraid I’d die there and never see Mom, Dad, or Ethan again…”

Clutching her scraped knee, Olivia wept pitifully to our parents.

At her words, my mother instinctively slapped me across the face.

“How can you be so cruel? We wanted to make it up to you, and the first thing you do is try to kill Olivia.”

“If you want revenge, go find that damned mother of hers—don’t take it out on Olivia!”

My brother Ethan Bennett grabbed me hard—fresh out of surgery, my leg still in a cast—and yanked me down to the floor.

I braced myself on the ground, trembling from the pain.

“Sure enough, a stray raised outside has no manners—rotten to the bone!”

“Apologize to Olivia right now!”

Realizing I had been reborn, I didn’t even have time to feel relieved.

Two hours earlier, Olivia had eagerly volunteered to pick me up—

Only to deliberately hit the gas instead of the brake and send me flying.

With a metallic taste in my throat, I bit my lip, forcing back the urge to defend myself.

I lifted my eyes to glare at the very people who had killed me in my past life, hatred boiling inside.

The scene before me overlapped perfectly with my memories of that lifetime.

I had once sobbed and pleaded, explaining over and over that I hadn’t hurt Olivia.

But no one had believed me.

To them, Olivia was the sweet, innocent little princess everyone adored.

They didn’t know she had smashed my father’s most prized collectible, injected glue into my mother’s skincare, and keyed my brother’s new car—

Then turned around and blamed it all on me.

She tore up my homework, jabbed holes in my skin with a compass, and led classmates to corner and humiliate me in the restroom.

I had explained, cried, and raged.

All I ever got in return was harsher scolding and deeper disgust.

I began to doubt myself—maybe I really wasn’t good enough, maybe that’s why they didn’t like me.

I reflected, tried harder to please every single one of them, even Olivia, who had harmed me countless times.

But in their eyes, my efforts looked like guilt after doing something wrong.

That only encouraged Olivia to torment me even more.

Even after I was forced to move out of the Bennett home, she didn’t let me go.

She came to my apartment, cursed and beat me, then, her face twisted with malice, lit the place on fire.

“Only when you’re dead will Mom, Dad, Ethan, and the title of Bennett heiress truly belong to me!”

Once again, the agony of the flames and the despair of dying engulfed me.

Hatred surged in my chest, and before I could hold it back, I coughed up blood.

My mother and Ethan stepped back, holding Olivia protectively, their faces full of disgust.

“How disgusting,” my mother spat.

Olivia’s eyes filled with tears as she asked timidly,

“Mom, now that my sister’s back… will you still want me?”

My mother pulled her into her arms and soothed her gently—