Misfortune had shadowed me since the day I was born.

I was originally born into a wealthy family, but my identity was stolen, and I ended up in a destitute household.

For eighteen years, I endured relentless abuse from my foster parents, who beat and scolded me, while outside, I was bullied until I was covered in bruises.

My life was a living hell, shrouded in darkness.

On the day my biological parents found me, I was cornered in a secluded alley by a group of people.

"Steal something and think you can get away with it?"

The girl leading the charge against me was Belinda Veblen, the only daughter of the rich Veblen family, known for her arrogant and domineering ways.

The number of people she had bullied was beyond count.

Those who suffered under her, intimidated by the Veblen family's status, could only silently endure, too afraid to speak out.

This allowed Belinda to grow increasingly brazen and unrestrained, bullying whoever she wished, whenever and wherever she pleased. With just one word, she could reduce her victim to a pitiful wreck.

Today was no different—I was beaten mercilessly.

They laughed wantonly, their eyes gleaming with bloodthirsty cruelty.

"Every one of you is a monster. I won't let any of you get away with this..."

I spat out a mouthful of blood, gritted my teeth, and with tears in my eyes, glared at the people tormenting me.

"Look at this little wretch, still struggle!"

"Trash like you should be groveling for mercy when we teach you a lesson. Who gave you the guts to fight back?"

"Today you had the nerve to steal from Belinda! You're lucky we haven't killed you. And you dare to say you won't let us get away with it? I'd like to see how you plan to do that..."

Belinda stood with her arms crossed, watching with a smile as her entourage surrounded and attacked me.

"Hey, don't go too far. Don't kill her—that would spoil the fun.

"She might be worthless, but if she really dies, we'll be in trouble. Besides, what would I do if I didn't have anyone to bully? I'd be boring! "

Belinda's words only fueled their excitement. They laughed and reassured her that they were pros—no matter how badly they beat me, they wouldn't kill me.

Instinctively, I curled up, bracing myself for the blows, silently counting in my mind. One, two, three...

On the third count, a furious shout came from the entrance of the alley. "Stop!"

By this time, my face was swollen like a loaf of bread, numb to the point of losing sensation. I could barely open my eyes, and blood rimmed my vision, painting the world in crimson...

Through my blurred sight, I saw a middle-aged man in a sharp suit and a woman in elegant attire hurrying toward me with a group of people in tow.

I smiled faintly and closed my eyes.

These two were my biological parents and, at the same time, Belinda's adoptive parents.

Today, as they found me, they happened upon the scene of their biological daughter being mercilessly tormented by their adoptive daughter.

I closed my eyes, hearing my father Abner Veblen's enraged shout, my mother Nelly Jefferson's sobs, and Belinda's desperate, nonsensical explanations.

I knew Belinda's luck was about to run out, and my fate was about to take a sharp turn.

Because this was all part of my premeditated revenge plan—I would drag everyone who had ever tormented me straight to hell.

Just before I feigned unconsciousness, I caught a glimpse of Belinda's shocked expression. She hadn't imagined her parents would discover her bullying me.

Yes, I awakened the bloodline of revenge and bound myself to a revenge system.

For eighteen years, I lived under the shadow of suffering.

At home, I was an unwelcome presence.

My adoptive mother, Mandy Ricardo, would scold me whenever she was in a bad mood.

My adoptive father, Troy Onions, who lost money at gambling and had nothing to drink or eat, would beat me, cursing me as a jinx, a burden, and a drain on the family's finances, wishing for my death

Even though I was obedient and well-behaved, they saw me as an unwanted nuisance, less valuable than even a dog.

The family dog got to eat meat, while I was left with cold, leftover food.

When I suffered from stomach pains so severe I could hardly breathe, begging them to take me to a doctor, I was only met with more scolding. They told me to endure and not make a fuss over trivial matters.

Outside the family, Belinda and her entourage tormented me every day, taking advantage of her family's status with reckless abandon.

Even if I was bullied a thousand or ten thousand times, no one came to my aid, nor was there any private consolation.

Each night, I curled up on the cold, hard bed, plagued by nightmares.

I felt like an orphan with nowhere to turn and no kin to rely on.

Under all this humiliation and suffering, I became mentally exhausted and deeply depressed, contemplating suicide. After enduring three hours of Mandy's and her vicious words, I, battered and broken, jumped into the icy river...

At the moment when the freezing water submerged me, and I was on the brink of suffocation, I was bound by the revenge system and became its host.

A single sentence from System touched me deeply.

"Host, the world is filled with injustice. Do not give up on yourself, nor try to end your life to escape the harm. Use your courage and strength to seek revenge instead!"

That day, I was filled with newfound strength and swam back to the shore with all my might.

When I revived, System reminded me. "You are the true heiress of the Veblen family. From now on, prepare to reclaim everything that rightfully belongs to you.

"We'll get ready to strike back at those who have wronged you and trample them underfoot."

In my time of utter helplessness and isolation, System appeared in my world like an old friend, providing me with immense mental strength.

I lay on the grass by the riverbank, gazing at the stars. "I want to return to the Veblen family..."

System immediately understood and sent my identity information to the Veblen family. The keen-eyed members of the elite family acted swiftly and arrived precisely when Belinda was bullying me.

I pretended to be unconscious and lay in the luxurious and opulent SUV.

The leather seats were incredibly comfortable.

It was a hundred, a thousand times better than the cold wooden bed at my step-parents' house.

I closed my eyes, enjoying this moment of leisure. The system alerted me that Belinda would soon be arguing with her adoptive parents, advising me to stoke the flames and sow discord between them.

Although stirring up trouble was morally questionable from my perspective, I felt no need to consider ethics when dealing with someone as venomous as Belinda.

Since binding to System, my outlook and mindset had drastically changed, transforming from cautious and timid to bold and fearless.

The once timid person who could barely breathe loudly now lay calmly in the car, eyes closed, awaiting the eruption of their conflict.

"Belinda, what's going on?

"I always thought you were a well-behaved girl, obedient and friendly. How could you bully Bessie Onions like this? You made her so badly injured...

"Once she wakes up, you need to apologize to her."

Nelly's voice was gentle and kind, but I could detect a hint of reproach in her tone.

"Mom, what are you talking about?

"She's just a worthless person. A few hits won't kill her. Why make such a big fuss about it?"

"Besides, even if she dies, we can just pay a bit of money and, problem solved.

"Her parents are so greedy for money. Giving them some cash should be enough. Losing a burden and gaining some money in return—that's a good deal."

Even with my eyes closed, I could sense Belinda's arrogance.

In her mind, my life was as worthless as weeds—it can be easily crushed underfoot. She was certain I had no one to rely on, no one to speak up for me.

So, she wasn't afraid of my death.

Even if I died, she had already arranged a way for me to become a vengeful ghost.

What a vicious heart!

Although my rage was about to explode, I maintained my composure, breathing evenly and pretending to be asleep.

But the harm this bitch had done to me—I would return it a hundredfold.

"Belinda, you've changed."

Nelly sighed. "From now on, you're not allowed to bully Bessie anymore."

Belinda's tone immediately sharpened, her voice rising in pitch. "Mom, have you lost your mind today? Why are you defending an outsider? I'm your daughter!

"Shouldn't you be more concerned about whether my hand hurts from hitting her, or if this bitch hit me back?

"You've brought her into the car, and you want me to apologize? Don't you care about me?"

Belinda was an actress at heart. After her fierce outburst, she immediately switched to a tearful, pleading tone. "Mom, do you no longer want me?

"Would you rather pick up someone as worthless as trash than have me?

"Where did I go wrong?

Abner snorted coldly. "You're wrong in being so unruly.

"The Veblen family is not your tool for bullying others..."

Hearing Abner starting to scold his adoptive daughter, I knew the timing was perfect.

"Ahem..."

I turned to the side, spat out a mouthful of blood, and opened my swollen, painful eyes. Upon seeing Belinda, I screamed in fear, curling up in a corner, trembling uncontrollably.

"Bessie, are you alright?"

My biological parents asked in unison, their voices filled with concern.

"You bitch, how dare you wake up?"

Belinda, fuming with anger, raised her hand to slap me.

"Belinda, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have picked up your pencil. Please... please don't hit me."

I deliberately acted pitifully, begging in a heart-wrenching manner.

"What..."

Belinda's slap was halted by a sharp look from Abner, and she reluctantly withdrew her hand.

Seizing the moment, I pretended to faint.

In the instant before I lost consciousness, I whispered deliberately. "Belinda, I can't fight you. Please, please spare me..."

When I woke up again, I found myself in a luxurious VIP hospital room.

The spacious, elegant room, fresh air, bright sunlight, and a peeled apple by my bed.

Everything was a treatment I had never experienced before.

I truly hoped these good days would continue.

But I knew well that although I had taken my first step into the Veblen family's world, establishing myself and removing Belinda as an obstacle would require more time and patience.

System informed me that Belinda had had a fierce argument with her adoptive parents over my situation and had stormed off in anger.

My biological parents, after Belinda's departure, discussed my background and contacted a lawyer and the head of the Veblen family's private hospital.

I smiled and asked System, "I'm sure they've started investigating Belinda's bullying of me at school."

System replied clearly, "Yes, it has been confirmed. Belinda won't escape responsibility, and your biological parents have already collected your blood sample for a paternity test. The results should be coming soon.

"However, before that, Belinda will definitely cause you more trouble."

Before System's voice even finished, the door to the hospital room was kicked open with a loud bang.