: Rebirth

I am the True Heiress.

The moment I arrived home, the False Heiress would start whimpering at the drop of a hat.

"Sister, even though it was my mom who switched us, I'm innocent."

"Sister, I know I'm not Mom and Dad's real daughter. I won't compete with you."

"Sister, you can treat me however you want. I won't hold any grudges."

Even though I hadn't done a thing, everyone painted me as the villain and ostracized me.

Reborn into this life, I looked at the False Heiress, kneeling and whimpering on the floor.

I slapped her right across the face.

"What are you wailing for, a funeral? Are you trying to bring the house down?"

1

The day my biological parents found me, I was frying dough sticks at a breakfast stall next to a construction site.

But the person who came to take me home was my brother, Leo Crestwell.

He explained that my biological parents had wanted to come too.

But before they could leave, the False Heiress absolutely refused to let them. The reason was self-evident.

I didn't refuse Leo Crestwell taking me home, but on the drive back, I closed my eyes.

After taking a deep breath, I gazed out the window, unable to quiet the turmoil in my heart.

Because I had been reborn.

In my previous life, before the Crestwell Family found me, I had always been a drifter.

I grew up in an orphanage, never with enough food to eat or warm clothes to wear, and I was beaten from time to time.

So when I heard I was actually the Crestwell Family's True Heiress, I was overjoyed.

I thought I was also a child blessed by the heavens, destined for a happy life.

Little did I know, the moment I returned to the Crestwell Family, I was sickened by the False Heiress.

She deliberately acted pitiful in front of our parents, constantly repeating:

"Sister, even though it was my mom who switched us, I'm innocent."

"Sister, I know I'm not Mom and Dad's real daughter. I won't compete with you."

"Sister, you can treat me however you want. I won't hold any grudges."

In reality, however, she was constantly hinting to our parents that I was bullying her.

This led our parents to believe that even though I was the True Heiress, my upbringing had warped my character.

Only the pitiful-looking False Heiress was their little angel.

And so, I was ostracized by everyone in the Crestwell Family. When I got sick, they treated it as a ploy for attention, and no one took care of me.

I eventually died in my room, filled with resentment.

: Rebirth

2

Now, I've been reborn.

I decided that in this life, I would no longer yearn for the bonds of family.

The tragedies of my past life—this time, they can all just back off!

I, Gia Crestwell, am The True Heiress. No one is taking what's mine.

As expected, the moment I arrived at the Crestwell home, I ran into The False Heiress.

She was in Mrs. Crestwell's arms, and as soon as she saw me walk in, tears started rolling down her little face again.

"Mom..."

"Mom, so this is my sister, Chloe? Why is she crying? Is she not happy that I'm back?"

'The most powerful trick in a green tea's playbook is making herself the center of attention.'

'So I'll beat her to the punch and seize the advantage.'

I remembered how in my past life, she had deliberately cried the moment I walked in, sobbing as she spoke.

"You're back, big sister. I'm sorry. If you don't want me to stay, I'll leave."

"Big sister, it was my birth mother who had you switched, not me. Please don't be so unwelcoming."

The result was that I had barely set foot in the house before I was branded with the crime of bullying my sister.

Now, hearing me say those words first, The False Heiress froze, seemingly unable to believe the tables had turned like this.

"That's not what I meant, big sister. It's not like that."

With that, she put on an innocent look and threw herself back into Mrs. Crestwell's arms.

Mrs. Crestwell looked extremely troubled. She stared at me, wanting to speak but holding back.

After what felt like an eternity, the awkward atmosphere was making me drowsy.

Finally, Mrs. Crestwell seemed to find an excuse and quickly said,

"Gia, don't be scared. Chloe didn't mean it like that. It's all a misunderstanding. She's just afraid..."

She trailed off, but everyone present knew what she was going to say.

Leo Crestwell must have sensed how awkward things were, because he cut in decisively.

"Mom, has Mrs. Stone finished with dinner? Why don't we eat and talk?"

"Yes, yes."

Mrs. Crestwell stood up. Although she took my hand, The False Heiress was right behind her.

On the way to the dining room, she would deliberately block my view whenever I tried to look over, as if she were afraid I was going to bully her.

: Braised Pork

3

"Sister, you're so lucky to have such a wonderful father and Mrs. Crestwell, getting to eat so much delicious food every day."

The False Heiress spoke up after she saw me pick up a piece of braised pork with my chopsticks.

"Unlike my birth mother. She would never be willing to make me braised pork."

As soon as she said this, the other two people at the dinner table immediately looked at her with pity.

I scoffed internally. 'Weren't you the one swapped by your birth mother? You could eat this every day. Why are you playing the victim now?'

As I said this, I glanced over at my biological mother.

"This is my first meal at home. Can you do something about her? She never shuts up while people are trying to eat. I'm losing my appetite!"

"Wait, Sister, how can you talk to Mrs. Crestwell like that?"

"Sorry. I just reconnected with my biological mother. I'm a bit lacking in the 'motherly love' department, so maybe I'm just ill-mannered."

After that cold retort, I felt a sense of relief. When I lowered my head to eat, I found two pairs of chopsticks placing food in my bowl.

One was my biological mother, and the other, my biological brother.

And they both gave me braised pork. I was satisfied.

I accepted it with a smile and thanked them.

But the next moment, The False Heiress burst into tears, threw down her chopsticks, and ran upstairs.

As expected, the family dinner ended abruptly three minutes later.

It was evening when my biological father saw me.

The moment he saw me, he pulled me into his arms.

Feeling his chest heave violently, I'd be lying if I said I wasn't moved.

But I knew with absolute clarity that as long as The False Heiress was still here, the warmth of this family would never belong to me.