Reborn The True Heiress Strikes Back

“Olivia’s such a good girl. How could Mom ever give you up?”

Ethan Bennett ruffled her hair in agreement.

“In my eyes, Olivia is my only sister!”

Then he kicked me and threatened,

“If you don’t apologize to Olivia, you can forget about stepping foot in the Bennett home!”

In this life, I couldn’t care less about that so-called life-or-death family bond.

And I refuse to be the spineless Madison Clark I once was.

Whoever crosses me will get it back double.

I shot Ethan a fierce glare and sneered,

“Is that a tumor sitting on your neck?”

“If I really wanted her dead, I’d stab her with a knife—not just let her scrape her knee.”

All three of them stared, wide-eyed, stunned.

Leaning on the bedframe, I forced myself to stand.

“Let me clear something up—you’ve misunderstood. I’m not here to ‘reunite with family.’ I’m here to cut ties.”

“Based on Olivia’s standard of living and my seventeen years of emotional damages, you can just pay me the equivalent in cash. From now on, I don’t want to see you people ever again.”

My mother’s breath came hard and fast with rage.

“You want to cut ties with us? Outrageous!”

“In your eyes, is money more important than your father, mother, and brother?”

“We’ve already announced your existence to the world. Doing this puts us in a terrible position!”

Ethan scoffed,

“I knew it—she only acknowledged us for the money. What a disgrace to the Bennett family.”

Years ago, after Olivia’s biological mother swapped us, she left me in a dumpster to fend for myself.

It was my grandmother, who scavenged for a living, who took me in and raised me with great hardship.

Two years ago, Grandma was diagnosed with severe lung disease. I juggled school and odd jobs, just trying to save enough for her treatment.

They refused to help.

Instead, to punish me, they abandoned me in the hospital.

When I was discharged a month later, I returned to the house I had spent six miserable years in during my past life.

Olivia stood in the doorway with her arms crossed, her expression venomous.

“You’re really hard to kill. Not even that could finish you off.”

“Even if you’re back, so what? As long as I’m here, Mom, Dad, and Ethan will never give you a second glance.”

Her bulldog barked at me from her side.

I smirked coldly.

“Relax. I’m not interested in fighting you over a pile of garbage.”

I didn’t want them—but in this lifetime, Olivia wouldn’t get them either.

Suddenly, she grabbed my hand and shoved it against herself, then stumbled back two steps and screamed, pretending to fall.

The scene played out just as Ethan walked in.

He rushed over and slapped me hard across the face.

“Madison Clark! How dare you push Olivia? Just because you’ve got Bennett blood doesn’t mean you can throw your weight around!”

I licked the blood from the corner of my mouth, then jumped up and slapped him back—harder.

“Stray dogs cross the street to avoid me. What the hell are you?”

“Hit me again, and I’ll break your arm.”

Ethan had never suffered such humiliation in his life. His eyes went blood-red with rage.

In the past, whenever Olivia framed me, I would freeze in fear.

But now, I hooked my lips into a smirk, yanked her up by the arm, and said,

“That fall was pathetic. Do it again—for real this time.”

Her pupils dilated in shock.

I gritted my teeth and shoved her to the floor with all my strength.

Her body hit the ground with a dull, heavy thud.

By the time Ethan snapped out of it, Olivia’s wails were echoing through the entire mansion.

I clapped my hands and smiled in satisfaction.

“Remember that feeling. Next time you cross me, it’ll hurt even more.”