After praying to the Virgin Mary statue 100 thousand times, my younger sister, Stephanie Harvey, and I have returned to the day we're meant to get reincarnated.

In our previous lifetime, Stephanie chose to reincarnate into the womb belonging to Tiara Cromwell, the richest woman in town.

As for me, I could only reincarnate into the womb of Lynette Ross, a mistress, seeing as there were too many souls queuing up for their turn.

Once we were born, Stephanie was pampered and doted on by Tiara, whereas I kept getting degraded and insulted because I was the child of a mistress.

"You're just a lowly bitch with a mistress as your mother! You don't even have the right to lick my shoes for me!"

Unexpectedly, our shitty father worked with Lynette to take over Tiara's family business. Tiara went broke overnight and fell from grace.

As for me, I transformed into a proper heiress.

When Stephanie saw the photos of my grand coming-of-age party on my social media feed, she came knocking on my door and pleaded for my help.

"Madison, we're half-sisters, aren't we? Please help me!"

I decided to give her some money, seeing as she was my sister. But Stephanie pushed me into the pool, resulting in my drowning.

Now that we've both returned to the day we get reincarnated, Stephanie quickly reincarnates into Lynette's womb. I, on the other hand, choose Tiara as my mother.

Later on, Stephanie sobs as she takes her own life repeatedly just so she can get another chance to start over again.

"Dear sister, this time, it's my turn to be the Harvey family's heiress! You can go be the daughter of that idiot who can't even keep a man!" My younger sister, Stephanie Harvey, sneered viciously as she rushed ahead and reincarnated into the belly of our scumbag father's mistress.

Watching the determination on her face, I couldn't help but laugh. Without hesitating, I quickly chose to reincarnate into the womb of the richest woman in the country, Tiara Cromwell.

The next second, I heard the mistress, Lynette Ross, snapping loudly at Tiara. "So what if you're Maxwell's wife, Tiara? Your marriage is just a business deal. The woman he really loves is me!

"You think you can steal him from me just because you're pregnant? He only cares about the baby in my belly."

Lynette's arrogant, smug voice echoed in my ears. Even as an embryo, it made me shudder.

I would never forget how she had used and tortured me throughout my childhood just to achieve her own goals. So, when Stephanie insisted on reincarnating into Lynette's womb this time, I was thrilled.

God knew how much I had envied her for having a rich mother who protected her from everything, spoiled her endlessly, and gave her abundant wealth the moment she was born. The worst hardship she had ever suffered in life was drinking an iced black coffee.

And me? I was the product of an affair. That fact alone earned me countless cold stares.

On top of that, I had a mother who was nothing more than a pretty but brainless mistress. In her world, our scumbag father, Maxwell Harvey, was everything. She would do anything to win his favor.

It wasn't unusual for Lynette to give me cold showers in winter to deliberately trigger my allergies. The cruelest thing she ever did was go to hospitals and buy used clothing from seriously ill patients, then make me wear them.

Because of that, I developed pneumonia when I was very young, and it left me with a lifelong illness.

As I lay in my hospital bed, I had envied Stephanie countless times for having such a good mother. But Stephanie didn't see it that way. She always complained that Tiara was clueless and didn't know how to please Maxwell, causing his attention to shift toward me and Lynette.

So, when the Cromwell family's business empire collapsed, Stephanie was the first to kick Tiara while she was down. Taking advantage of Tiara's favoritism, Stephanie emptied her accounts and ran straight to Maxwell.

But what kind of man was Maxwell? He had spent years lying low, waiting for the perfect moment to destroy the Cromwell family. How could he possibly care about Stephanie, who carried the blood of that family?

Her own father despised her. Her own mother hated her. In the end, Stephanie dragged me down with her as we both died.

Now that we'd been given a second chance at life, she had truly given me a huge surprise! A rich mother with unimaginable wealth and power, in comparison to a fragile mistress who could only cling to men whenever something went wrong. Even a fool would know which one to choose.

I'd love to see if Stephanie could still laugh once Lynette tortured her body into ruin.

Not long after Lynette left, rumors began spreading through the social circle. Both the wife and mistress were pregnant, and people were speculating that the mistress might soon replace the wife.

Such blatant provocation could only have been pulled off by Lynette.

But the rumors didn't affect Tiara at all. Her marriage to Maxwell had always been nothing more than a business arrangement. There had never been any real affection between them.

I remembered it clearly. In my previous life, Stephanie had been extremely restless in Tiara's womb, forcing Tiara to hand over the company's authority to her subordinates. And that temporary loss of power during her pregnancy created a disaster for the company.

Maxwell took advantage of the opportunity, placing his own people inside the firm. That was what ultimately led to Tiara going bankrupt.

Compared to Stephanie, who had descended into the world like some demon child, I was practically an angel, ridiculously well-behaved.

Whenever Tiara was working, I never stirred. Instead, I listened quietly. When she took supplements, I never got greedy, careful not to turn myself into some gluttonous baby. When she exercised, I obediently curled myself into a little ball.

She never experienced any of the usual pregnancy symptoms. Even the doctors praised her, saying they had never seen such a well-behaved fetus.

Perhaps Tiara sensed my care for her. Before I was even born, she had already begun paving the road for my future.

Three properties each in the city centers of Belrand, Solzton, Granwich, and Staria. Two entire streets of storefronts in prime locations. Dividends from the shares of her companies were already arranged in my name, waiting to be transferred to me once I came of age.

In this life, as long as I didn't try to start my own business, the annual dividends alone would keep me comfortable for several lifetimes.

My situation couldn't have been more different from Stephanie's, who was already suffering in Lynette's womb.

Lynette was terrified that pregnancy would make her gain weight and ruin her figure, causing her to lose Maxwell's affection. So, she dieted constantly.

Not only did she follow online influencers and take all kinds of nonsense pills to control her weight, but she also wrapped her belly tightly with binding bands every day to keep it from growing.

On top of that, she woke up before dawn each morning to make Maxwell a lovingly prepared breakfast. She believed the way to a man's heart was through his stomach.

Stephanie didn't have enough to eat. She didn't get enough sleep. Even her living space kept shrinking, making her feel suffocated.

Nine months later, Tiara and Lynette went into labor at the same time. This time, I was still the older sister, but it was my choice. I didn't want the mother who had given me such immense wealth to suffer.

Sure enough, seeing how obedient I was, Tiara added another 20 pounds of gold to the already generous fortune she had prepared for me.

Stephanie's situation was very different. As if determined to announce her presence to the entire world, she stubbornly stayed inside Lynette's womb for an extra day before finally coming out. Lynette had to switch from natural labor to a C-section.

Learning that a useless, money-losing child had ruined the perfect body she'd worked so hard to maintain, Lynette was filled with nothing but resentment toward Stephanie.

Still, because of the difficult birth, Maxwell paid Lynette a little extra attention. That was the only reason she didn't lash out at Stephanie right away.

In my previous life, I had been born too quickly, before Maxwell even arrived. Lynette had nearly strangled me, saying that a useless child who couldn't help her keep a man didn't deserve to live. If a nurse hadn't discovered it in time, I would've suffocated and been left brain-damaged.

But this time, everything was different.

While Stephanie grew up as Lynette's prop, used to fake illnesses and win sympathy, I followed the path Tiara had laid out for me. I attended an international school, building relationships with the children of wealthy families and forming a network of connections.

Meanwhile, Stephanie, in order to gain Maxwell's favor, clung to him every day, begging him to teach her basic maths after his return from his fancy overseas education.

Under Tiara's guidance, I enjoyed the best educational resources, taught by the most elite teachers.

When Stephanie showed up in front of me, flaunting the jewelry Maxwell had given her, I had already entered Tiara's company to gain experience during the months after finishing my SATs.

Stephanie sneered at that. "What's the point of doing all that? In the end, the entire Cromwell family empire will belong to my dad anyway. Careers are for men. The only thing women like us need to do is stay beautiful."

When I heard that, I didn't bother responding. I simply continued focusing on my own work.

But just before my 18th birthday, the Cromwell family still collapsed.

When the Cromwell family crumbled overnight, all the people who used to flatter them immediately turned on them, kicking them when they were down. Each one was eager to tear a piece of flesh from the fallen beast that was the Cromwell family.

Maxwell, who had been lying low for years, seized the opportunity and served up the divorce papers. Tiara had never loved him, but they had shared a bed for nearly 20 years. It was impossible for her to feel nothing.

While I was busy comforting her, Lynette showed up at Maxwell's front door as soon as she heard that he had filed for divorce, along with Stephanie.

This was the first time the two of us had faced each other properly since our rebirth. But she looked nothing like the proud, confident princess I remembered. Instead, her face now carried the marks of someone used to lowering her head and flattering others.

With the divorce papers in hand, Lynette was full of confidence. While she ran her mouth at Tiara, Stephanie lifted her chin and spoke with disdain. "Ever since I was little, the ones Dad loved most has always been Mom and me. That will never change!

"Madison Harvey, your good days are over! It's my turn to be the heiress of the Harvey family! Being forced by that bitch Tiara to study and learn all these years, having no freedom and living like a puppet—it must've been miserable, huh?"

I looked at her like she was an idiot. What on earth made her think that I'd been miserable?

Seriously, my life had been too comfortable! As long as there was something I wanted to do or learn, there was nothing I couldn't try. If I fell, someone was always there to catch me. I had endless chances to make mistakes.

And the greatest advantage of having a rich mother was that I didn't have siblings to fight over the resources. Tiara had poured everything she had into me. At just 18 years old, she had already prepared enough capital for me to step into the business world.

As for Maxwell's love… Hah! What use was that vague, unreliable affection when I already had money and power?

Stephanie didn't even own a single piece of real estate. She had never even seen something like equity or stock options.

What she didn't know was that Lynette had already conceived a baby boy through IVF. He was just waiting to be born so he could inherit everything from Maxwell. And he would leech off his sister.

In my previous life, when Stephanie stormed into my 18th birthday party and dragged me to die with her, I should have thanked her.

That party had never been a proper celebration. In reality, it was an auction to select a husband for me, one who would pay the highest price.

Maxwell, thinking of profits, and Lynette, eager to secure her own position, picked men who all had hidden illnesses or serious problems. Only men like that would offer the kind of money they wanted.

Besides, what made Stephanie think that someone who had already lived through this life once would simply sit back and watch the Cromwell family collapse?

Yes, our family was facing a crisis. But I had never said the crisis couldn't be solved. It looked serious now, but it was simply part of the plan Tiara and I had set up to expose the useless parasites inside the company.

Of course, Stephanie didn't need to know any of that. Right now, she was arrogant and smug. And I was very curious to see whether she would regret choosing to be born to Lynette once everything came crashing down.

Seeing that I didn't respond, Stephanie tossed me an invitation to her 18th birthday party. "Even though we're sisters, our fates will be completely different from now on. This time, I'll generously allow you to witness my shining moment firsthand. Consider it the last bit of sisterly kindness between us!"

I lowered my gaze, hiding the smile tugging at my lips.

Shining moment? More like her darkest one.

…

Stephanie's 18th birthday party arrived as scheduled. Holding the invitation, I walked straight into the venue. For a moment, the guests looked surprised to see me, but the reaction quickly faded.

People who had climbed this high in business were old foxes. Even if they secretly wanted to tear each other apart, they would still smile politely on the surface.

Stephanie wore a delicate pink princess dress, looking like a doll.

I glanced around and realized that every guest present had also attended my 18th birthday party in my previous life. Only this time, the star of the show had changed.

Maxwell led Stephanie to the center of the stage and announced her identity to the guests. Standing there with a crown on her head, she shot me a provocative look.

I raised my wine glass in response. She frowned slightly, as if unable to understand why I seemed so calm.

I set the glass down and murmured into my earpiece. "Do it."

The next second, a group of police officers stormed through the doors. "Maxwell Harvey and Stephanie Harvey, you're under arrest!"