A triumphant expression spread across Drew's face.

Luna immediately dragged both of us to a nightclub to meet up with her little crew.

Music pounded against my eardrums. The stench of alcohol and cheap perfume made my head spin and my stomach turn.

I just wanted to get the hell out of this place.

The moment I stood up from the booth, a hand with neon green nail polish pressed down on my shoulder.

"Where do you think you're going, my dear sweet sister?"

Luna and her gang of delinquents surrounded me in a tight circle, malicious grins plastered across their faces.

Drew snatched my bag away and roughly dumped everything out onto the table.

Lipstick, keys, student ID, and finally my phone with the recording app still open on the screen.

"I knew you wouldn't come here without some trick up your sleeve!"

Drew's face twisted instantly. She grabbed my phone and slammed it down on the table.

"You b*tch! You were recording? Planning to run crying to Mom and Dad again like their perfect little daughter?"

I stared coldly at her hysterical display. "I can delete it. I won't tell them anything."

Then I deleted the recording file right in front of everyone.

In my past life, I really did show that recording to my parents. That was why they locked Drew up for the entire summer.

Now that I was reborn, I just wanted to be a spectator. I had no interest in saving these idiots.

"Drew, don't believe her!"

Luna shot her a meaningful look. "She deleted it way too easily. She's probably got another recorder hidden on her somewhere, or maybe even a spy camera!"

Drew's expression darkened immediately. She lunged forward, grabbed the neckline of my dress with both hands, and yanked down hard.

The fabric ripped. In an instant, I was completely naked.

The girls around me burst into laughter and whipped out their phones to take pictures. Camera flashes blinded me as vile insults flew from every direction.

"Wow, nice body!"

"Look, look! This is definitely going viral on the forums!"

A wave of unprecedented humiliation crashed over me. I desperately tried to cover myself with my hands.

"Tina, you walked right into this one. Don't blame me."

Drew's voice was practically dripping with vengeful satisfaction.

I curled up in the corner of the couch, trembling all over.

Luna's eyes raked over my body with interest.

She leaned in close to Drew's ear, smiling like a snake. "I have a brilliant idea. Bring her on the cruise ship with us."

Drew hesitated. "I don't know. Won't she steal my thunder?"

Luna continued persuading her. "Think about it. Twin bunny girls? That gimmick alone will make us five times the money! Plus you can keep her close by and make sure she doesn't run her mouth."

"Deal! Let's do it!"

Drew's eyes lit up like she could already see dollar signs.

She ordered her gang to pin me down. They pried my mouth open and forced glass after glass of hard liquor down my throat.

My consciousness was quickly consumed by alcohol.

Luna snapped several half-naked photos of me.

"You’d better cooperate tomorrow, and there'll be something in it for you. However, if you try anything stupid, these pictures will be plastered all over your campus!"

Then I passed out from the alcohol.

When I woke up again, girls were sprawled out drunk all around me. The air was thick and foul.

I knew that once I got on that ship, there would be no turning back. I glanced around and spotted a half-empty bottle of vodka on the corner of the table next to a still-burning scented candle.

I staggered to my feet and deliberately slammed my body into the table.

The bottle and candle toppled over together. Blue flames shot up instantly, igniting the tablecloth and the curtains nearby.

Thick smoke billowed through the room, and the fire alarm screamed. The private booth erupted into chaos.

Within moments, nightclub security kicked the door open and rushed inside.

I kept my head down, slipped through the panicking crowd, and stumbled home with my clothes in tatters.

Mom and Dad were sitting on the couch with grim expressions on their faces.

"Where's Drew?" Mom's voice was sharp and accusatory.

"Why isn't she back yet? She's not answering her phone!"

My heart sank. They did not even glance at my disheveled state.

Dad walked up to me. His eyes were full of suspicion and rage.

"What did you do with Drew?"

Before I could explain, a slap landed on my face.

"I'm warning you, Tina! Drew has to get on that ship! It's her only chance to make it big! Don't you dare ruin this for her!"

I pressed my hand against my stinging cheek, and the truth hit me like a freight train.

They had been reborn too, and they felt absolutely no guilt over my death.

Disappointment and resentment flooded through me.

Just then, my phone rang. It was Drew calling.

I was about to hang up when Mom snatched it away and put it on speaker.

Drew's arrogant voice blasted through. "Tina! You b*tch, just you wait! I'm coming home right now to drag your ass onto that ship. Don't think that running away will stop me from getting rich!"

While Drew was explaining things to them, I turned and bolted for the door.

The very next second, Dad kicked me in the back of my knee. I collapsed to the floor in agony, unable to get up.

Mom walked over slowly, carrying a cup of soy milk.

"Tina, this time around we won't let you destroy our family's fortune." A venomous smile was on her face.

"Drew said if you come along too, we'll make five times the money!"

Mom's smile twisted into something grotesque.

"Drew's about to meet some very important people. As her sister, you wouldn't want to steal her spotlight, would you?"

Dad pinned my arms down while Mom grabbed my chin and forced the soy milk down my throat.

"I can't drink this! I'm allergic to soy. It'll kill me!"

I thrashed and fought with everything I had. It was clear they planned to leave me half-dead before dragging me onto that ship, cutting off any chance I had of rising above this.

They pried my mouth open without mercy and poured the entire cup down my throat.

My throat and esophagus immediately burned with an itchy, searing pain. Breathing became difficult.

"Just bear with it. Your sister now has a rare chance to climb the social ladder. We can't let anything ruin it!"

I crawled across the floor and desperately clutched at Mom's pant leg.

"Mom, Dad, why?" The tears I had been holding back finally broke free.

"My whole life I've done everything you asked. Laundry, cooking, working for money. Why do you only treat her well? I'm your daughter too!"

Mom kicked me away in disgust.

"Look at yourself! We've raised you this long and haven't kicked you out yet. That should be enough! How dare you compare yourself to your sister?"

I stared at them in shock.

The way they looked at me, like I was trash, finally killed whatever hope I had left.

They dragged me into my room, threw me on the floor, then locked the door with a loud click.

No matter how much I begged, they refused to give me my allergy medication. The last shred of familial love I had been clinging to turned to ash.

I curled up on the floor as huge patches of red hives erupted across my skin. The itching was unbearable, but I did not even have the strength to lift my hand and scratch.

Through my fading consciousness, I heard my parents talking in the living room.

"She's been nothing but a burden!" Mom sounded disgusted and impatient.

"If she weren't useful for chores and making money, I would've thrown her out to the dogs ages ago."

Dad grunted in agreement. "Once this is done, we'll be set for life. Then we can toss her out."

"Hmph. With that weak body of hers, who knows if she'll even last that long." Mom's voice dropped lower. "Though if she dies, it's what she deserves. At least she won't waste our food anymore."

I bit down hard on my lower lip until I tasted blood. So all these years of pouring my heart out, and swallowing my pride and anger, meant nothing.

To them, I was just a tool. Someone that could work and make money.

When I was useful, they kept me breathing. When I was not, they would toss me aside like garbage.

This time around, I would not just sit here and wait to die.

I would survive… And I would make this heartless couple pay!

The next morning, they forced me into a bunny girl swimsuit and dragged me into the car.

"Mom, Dad, why don't you come along too?"

I had already made up my mind. Since they showed me no mercy, I would show them none in return.

Mom froze mid-motion as she was closing the car door. She frowned and studied me suspiciously.

"What's gotten into you? Since when do you care?"

Dad's eyes were scrutinizing yet tinged with hope. "Do you really want us to come?"

They exchanged glances, utterly shocked.

I curved my lips into an obedient, sweet smile. "Of course. That way you can see my sister hit it big with your own eyes!"

Mom could not help pressing further. "Have you really come around? You're not holding a grudge anymore?"

The wariness in Dad's eyes softened a bit. "See? That's more like it. We're family. No point holding grudges overnight."

Watching them excitedly fantasize about the future, I sneered inwardly.

In my past life, I had seen some shocking comments beneath Luna's online post.

"That last batch of girls didn't cut it. They couldn't even last two rounds."

"This time we've got clients who like older women. Make arrangements."

"For clients with special fetishes, do whatever it takes to satisfy them."

Within a few minutes though, Luna deleted the post.

Only I knew that, in my past life, Luna never actually hooked up with a real mafia Don. She got involved with drug dealers posing as mafia.

She was forced to entertain their entire crew for their amusement. Sure, she got some nice things out of it, but her body could not handle it. She ended up contracting an incurable case of syphilis.

That was when she set her sights on my stupid, greedy sister Drew. My parents and Drew were so blinded by money that they believed her lies without question.

At the dock, Luna was already waiting for us. Her gaze landed on me, and her brow furrowed instantly.

"What the hell happened to you? You look like death."

She whipped around and slapped Mom across the face.

"You idiot! If you piss off the clients, we're all screwed! Figure it out now, or you're paying for the damages!"

Mom clutched her cheek and immediately started bowing and scraping.

"We have medicine! We have medicine! We'll give it to her right away. She'll be fine in no time! I promise we won't cause you any trouble!"

Hearing their groveling assurances, Luna reluctantly waved us through and allowed us to board the cruise ship.

The interior of the ship was absolutely opulent, like a floating palace on the sea.

Mom and Dad were practically dancing with joy. They were one step closer to their dream of wealth and luxury.

Mom turned and glanced at me as she said with a sharp voice, "Tina, once your sister marries into a rich family, all of this will be ours!”

"You won't need to go to school anymore. You can just stay home and be your sister's maid. Take good care of her."

"Okay." I nodded obediently, playing along.

As we talked, Luna started selecting the first batch of bunny girls for tonight. She glanced at the fading red hives still covering my skin and looked away in disgust.

She pointed at Drew and a few other girls. "You girls, come with me."

Before leaving, Drew turned back and shot me a smug look. "Be a good little sister and wait for the good news."

My chest tightened. Poor Drew had no idea what she was walking into.

Only the three of us were left in the cabin. Mom and Dad wandered around, completely dazzled by the luxury of it all.

I took the opportunity to slip the sedative I had hidden in my underwear into the cigar tobacco.

Then I feigned surprise. "These cigars look expensive!"

Dad's eyes lit up as he lowered his voice excitedly. "My God, these are GRC cigars. One of these costs 136 thousand dollars!"

"Mom, Dad, we have such a rare opportunity here. Why not try one and see what it tastes like?"

I knew that these two chain smokers would never pass up a chance like this. Sure enough, they each grabbed a cigar without hesitation and enjoyed every puff.

Within minutes, they were unconscious on the couch. I quickly took the chance to leave.

The hallway was lined with thick carpet that muffled most sounds.

As I passed a tightly shut door, I heard Drew's screams and a man's vulgar obscenities from inside.

"Let me go!

"Please! No more! Please!"

Her desperate cries mixed with pleas for mercy sounded utterly hopeless.

"Luna, help me!"

Several loud slaps rang out, followed by Drew's agonized screams.

"Shut up! Stop acting so high and mighty!" Luna's threatening voice came through the door.

"You better satisfy the client, or you'll regret it!"

The room fell silent except for Drew's muffled sobs. I was afraid of being discovered, so I did not linger. I continued toward the upper levels of the ship.

When we boarded, Luna specifically warned us never to go to the top deck. That meant the real power players were up there.

"Help! Someone help me!"

Just as I was about to reach the top deck, I heard Mom's panicked cries for help from below, along with the twisted laughter of men.

I did not break stride. I walked straight toward the stairs leading to the top deck.

My original plan was to find a safe place to hide and escape once the ship docked, but the moment I stepped onto the top deck, the scene before me made my blood run cold.

A tall man in a white suit stood with his back to me. The gun in his hand was aimed at someone kneeling on the ground, begging for their life.

A soft pop from the silencer. The bullet pierced straight through the man's forehead, and he collapsed silently to the deck.

The man in white spun around to face me. Another bullet grazed my arm, leaving a bloody streak.

I froze in terror, too scared to move.

This was Don Donato DeLuca himself. I was in serious trouble now. At any second now, he would throw me overboard to feed the sharks.

Don DeLuca's gaze locked onto me, ice-cold, as he assessed me. However, his expression then shifted to something akin to disbelief. The gun slipped from his hand and clattered onto the deck.

He strode toward me.

I squeezed my eyes shut, too terrified to move, but all he did was brush my hair aside. The red crescent-shaped birthmark on the back of my neck was exposed.

His lips trembled, and his voice broke.

"My Principessa. Papa has finally found you!"