I've always been sensitive and delicate since young. The first reaction I often exhibit whenever I run into a problem is "I wanna die".

But weirdly enough, those who bully me are also the ones who get really unlucky in life.

It turns out that I'm the real heiress to a wealthy family. On the first day of me rejoining said family, the fake heiress, Quinn Emerson, cries hysterically as she hollers about wanting to jump off the balcony.

My parents and my older brother, Finn Emerson, keep consoling her that she's always their precious darling.

Knowing that I won't have a good status in this family, I rush over to the window and scream "I don't wanna live anymore!" before jumping off the third floor.

Unexpectedly, I land right on top of Finn. While I'm left unscathed, he suffers from multiple fractures and has to get hospitalized for three months.

Later on, I'm admitted into an elite academy. Quinn cries about how I've been bullying her. In order to avenge her, my parents use the excuse of driving me to school just to abandon me in the middle of the highway.

Feeling very aggrieved, I scream "I don't wanna live anymore!" again and turn to look for a truck to get run over.

But the truck driver manages to pull off a 360-degree spin, crashing into my parents' car instead. The car does three flips in the air before landing on the ground. They almost get reduced to vegetables in that accident.

On my 18th birthday-slash-coming-of-age ceremony, Quinn's urge to cause trouble is overtaking her once again. This time, she intends to accuse me of stealing the jewelry worth tens of millions of dollars that's gifted to her by our mom.

But my parents, Finn, and even my grandma, who used to dote on Quinn a lot, are so frightened that they slap Quinn a dozen or so times.

"Why must you cross that walking jinx?" they exclaim.

My adopted parents, Ray Griffin and Holly Wright, were over the moon with joy when they found out that I was actually the heiress of a wealthy family. They even set off fireworks to celebrate the happy occasion.

Tears welled up in their eyes as relief flooded their chests. They couldn't help but feel like their hard work was finally paying off.

Meanwhile, I was plagued with thoughts of the fake heiress of my real family, Quinn Emerson, coming up with all sorts of schemes to target me as I packed my belongings in my room. I knew that the harassment was inevitable since I had read novels with similar plotlines.

I couldn't shake off my pessimistic thoughts, especially since my nanny, Winnie Nelson, was giving me a constant stream of reminders.

"Although Mr. and Mrs. Emerson will be bringing you home with them, they'll still prioritize Ms. Emerson over you. They told me to tell you to be more understanding. Don't hold a grudge against Ms. Emerson since she's also a victim in this situation."

I felt like I might as well just end my life right there and then upon listening to her words.

My real parents were already giving me warnings even before I set foot into their residence. I had no doubt that I would be bullied to death the moment they brought me home with them.

The more I wallowed in my depressing thoughts, the more I felt like I was walking into a trap.

Was there even a point for me to continue living?

I might as well jump off the balcony and end my existence right now!

Abandoning my suitcase, I leaped to my feet and dashed toward the balcony.

Winnie was utterly caught off guard. However, before she could react, she saw Ray and Holly pounce on me and stop me in my tracks.

"Don't do anything rash, Charlotte! Your real parents will definitely take good care of you once they bring you home with them!"

"She's right! They're your family. There's no way they won't love you."

Winnie looked like she had more to say, but Ray and Holly swiftly shushed her.

"We're begging you. Don't say another word! Charlotte will actually jump off the balcony once she sets her mind to it. But misfortune will befall us instead of her!"

Winnie nearly suffocated from how tightly Ray and Holly had clamped their hands over her mouth. She did as she was told and didn't say another word after she freed herself from their grasp.

As she watched Ray and Holly convince me to come down from the balcony, she realized that perhaps zipping her mouth was the best course of action.

After all, she would suffer a terrible fate as well if I took my own life before I even returned to the Emerson residence.

I sighed after Ray and Holly successfully convinced me to come down from the balcony.

"Forget it. I already know that no one will treat me well after I join their family. Quinn just has to shed a few crocodile tears and pretend to be sad for Mom, Dad, and Finn to comfort her. They're just going to treat me like I'm nothing but the air around them.

"But well, since you're convinced that they'll love me, I might as well go back with them and experience what it's like to live with them for myself. If no one loves me, I'll just have to…"

Ray's and Holly's hearts leaped into their throats when I paused.

"I'll just have to cut short my miserable existence!"

Ray and Holly sighed in relief before looking at me warily. "Don't overthink this, Charlotte. We don't have any ulterior motives."

I nodded as my eyes reddened.

It was fine. So what if I wasn't loved? I had already gotten used to it a long time ago.

Tears continued to stream down my cheeks from my high-strung emotions. They didn't stop even when the car slowed to a stop in front of an extravagant villa.

Winnie grabbed my suitcases and asked me to get out of the car. She seemed like she had more to say, looking as if she wanted to ask me if I was trying to do my best impression of a tap. Perhaps worried that she would upset me even more, she chose to hold her tongue.

We walked through a rose garden.

There were three people standing in front of the villa—my father, Vincent Emerson, my mother, Lilian Asher, and my brother, Finn Emerson.

Quinn was sitting precariously on the edge of the balcony on the third floor.

I couldn't shake the feeling that this scene looked incredibly familiar.

Quinn was crying her eyes out as she blubbered, "Mom, Dad, Finn, I know it's my fault for usurping Charlotte's place for so many years. Now that Charlotte is back, I shouldn't continue being an eyesore in the family. Why don't I compensate her with my life?"

Mom, Dad, and Finn didn't pay any attention to me as they anxiously stared at Quinn.

"Come down, Quinn! What gave you that idea? You'll always be our treasure!"

"They're right, Quinn. You're the only sister that I have. I refuse to acknowledge that country bumpkin as my sister!"

My future felt incredibly bleak as I thought about how the Emersons were going to ignore me while I was forced to fight Quinn to stay in the family.

As I thought, it was pointless for me to continue living.

Winnie was the only one who noticed me dashing into the villa and climbing up to the third floor at breakneck speed. She immediately began to panic when she recalled Ray's and Holly's words.

"Don't let her jump no matter what happens!" she shouted. "When I picked her up, her adopted parents told me that misfortune would befall the people around her whenever she tried to take her own life!"

Mom and Dad ignored Winnie's warning while Finn scoffed.

"Is that supposed to be a joke? Why will misfortune befall the people around her when she's the one who's copying Quinn by threatening to end her life to garner sympathy?"

By the time Finn was done talking, I had already shoved Quinn aside. I didn't say a single word as I jumped from the balcony with zero hesitation, soaring through the air in a perfect arch.

"Goodbye, cruel world!" I shouted.

I wasn't sure if it was because the third floor wasn't high enough, but I didn't feel much pain when I landed on the ground.

Meanwhile, horrified shrieks erupted around me.

"Are you okay, Finn?"

The voice sounded like Mom's.

I opened my eyes and was about to tell her that my name wasn't Finn when I realized that I was lying on someone.

It was Finn, my brother who had just said that he wouldn't acknowledge me as his sister just moments ago.

I felt a little awkward. I hadn't expected to land on him. I hastily got off him, but I lost my balance and accidentally fell on him again.

The color drained from Finn's face. He looked like he was seconds away from vomiting blood.

I trembled in fear as I took in his pained expression. His eyes were burning with fury.

However, after briefly mulling over my thoughts, I realized that the Emersons couldn't do anything to me. At most, they could threaten to kill me, but I was already tired of living anyway.

Mom looked at Finn with an anguished expression. She then turned to glare at me, snapping, "How dare you cause so much trouble? It's only your first day here!"

I pursed my lips, feeling a little disgruntled because Quinn was the one who threatened to jump from the balcony in the first place.

Why didn't Mom scold Quinn for pretending to jump from the balcony? Why did she berate me and call me troublesome when I genuinely wanted to die?

As expected, everyone played favorites. No one in the world truly loved me.

Tears spilled down my face.

Mom was just about to scold me for being dramatic when Winnie's warning about misfortune befalling the people around me whenever I tried to take my own life suddenly flashed through her mind.

She shook her head, convincing herself that Winnie was just spouting nonsense.

As the head of the family, Dad also convinced himself that it was just a coincidence that Finn got hurt.

"Being a crybaby is unbefitting of a daughter of the Emerson family, Charlotte Griffin," he said. "Forget it. We'll deal with you later. We need to rush Finn to the hospital for now."

Mom and Dad brought Finn and Quinn, who stumbled down the stairs, to the hospital.

Quinn had gotten a scrape on her foot when I shoved her aside earlier.

None of them cared that I had just jumped from the third floor.

Winnie was the only one who showed me any concern. She grabbed the first-aid kit and tended to my swollen and bruised ankle.

"Don't take their words to heart, Ms. Griffin. Mr. and Mrs. Emerson just haven't gotten used to the fact that you'll be around from now on. I'm certain that they actually do love you!"

I just continued to sit there in a daze, swaying my feet back and forth until Mom and Dad returned.

They only recalled that they hadn't decided on which room I was going to move into yet when they saw me sitting on the couch.

Dad looked exhausted as he massaged his brow. He pointed at the guest room in the corner and said, "Finn suffered multiple broken bones because of you. He needs to be monitored, so he'll be hospitalized for now. We haven't prepared a room for you yet, so you can stay there for now."

Quinn locked arms with Mom. She shot a disdainful look at me before fixing a guilty expression on her face.

"If I hadn't insisted on combining the room on the second floor with mine so I could have my own walk-in closet, Charlotte wouldn't have to stay in the guest room. Why don't I let her have my room instead?"

Dad immediately rejected her idea before I could even get a word in.

"That's your room. She has no right to steal your things from you right after rejoining us."

He then turned to me, wanting to berate me for being petty, but I was already gone.

The door to the guest room slammed shut, leaving Dad to stand awkwardly where I had left him. A long time passed before he finally murmured, "What a rude child."

I wasn't intentionally trying to be rude. I simply had no desire to live.

I lay on the bed that was neither cramped nor spacious, sighing over the fact that there were no beams installed across the ceiling of the room.

I could have taken my life with just a roll of rope if there were. I wouldn't have to watch them play favorites with Quinn.

…

Although Mom and Dad didn't have a good first impression of me, I was still their biological daughter. Thus, they transferred me to the same private high school that Quinn was attending.

I had no doubt that Quinn was going to bully me.

However, she didn't do anything even after two days had passed.

My classmates weren't too enthusiastic about befriending me because of the cheap clothes that I wore, but they didn't show any signs of wanting to bully me.

…

One day, Mom and Dad suddenly told me that they were going to personally drop me off at school when they had always expressed their dislike of me.

It was a brand new experience for me.

Ray and Holly had always doted on their actual son more than me, so they had never personally sent me to school in the past.

I couldn't help but wonder why Mom and Dad suddenly had a change of heart and accepted me. Although I had my doubts, I still got into their car.

No one spoke during the car ride.

I finally broke the silence when I noticed that the car was heading in the opposite direction from the school, asking, "I think you're going the wrong way, Mr. Emerson. Why are we going onto the highway?"

My question seemed to anger Dad, and he slammed his foot on the brake.

I gritted my teeth and swallowed my cry of pain when I lurched forward and hit my forehead.

"Charlotte Griffin, the only reason we brought you back is that we didn't want a member of the Emerson family to wander around on their own away from home. You're not supposed to use your status as our actual daughter to intimidate and ostracize Quinn in school!"

I had no idea what Dad was talking about. I tried to explain myself, but I was interrupted when Mom tossed her phone at me.

"No need to come up with excuses. You're the one who uploaded these posts, right? We never told the public about how we brought the wrong daughter home. You're the only one who knows about it!

"Did you really believe that we have so much free time on our hands to send you to school? We just wanted to punish you a little. Get out of the car right now. You can walk back home from here."

It seemed that I had been caught in a trap.

I knew that Mom and Dad wouldn't believe a single word that I said because they didn't love me, so I decided to do as they said and get out of the car.

However, I wasn't planning on walking home. It was much too upsetting to continue staying in that villa.

An idea formed in my mind as I glanced at the cars speeding along the highway. I sprinted onto the road when a huge truck was getting close.

"It's fine!" I shouted. "I was tired of living anyway!"

Mom and Dad were completely caught off guard.

The driver hastily spun his steering wheel when he saw me, narrowly missing hitting me by an inch. Unfortunately, the tail end of the truck slammed into Mom's and Dad's car, which was parked on the side of the road.