My fiancé and brother hated me for ten years.

They firmly believed I had bullied their beloved Linda Lowe.

At my engagement party, they exposed my crimes to the world.

"She's nothing but a bully who tormented her classmate!"

In the viral livestream video, Linda smiled through tears:

"I've already forgiven her."

"What's done is done. The past is behind us now"

She became an overnight sensation.

Meanwhile, I was condemned by thousands, attacked with acid by fanatic fans, and in despair, I took us both down together.

When I opened my eyes again, I was back in my senior year of high school.

Linda was pouring water over her own head while smiling, asking me, "Have you thought about how you'll apologize to me?"

I lost it right there.

Grabbing her by the hair, I dragged her into the bathroom, shoving her head into the toilet.

"Let me show you what real bullying looks like. Since your mouth is so filthy, make sure to wash it clean before you go telling tales."

The final memory of my previous life was the blinding, searing agony of acid burning into my eyes, pushing me to the brink of death.

Through the haze of excruciating pain and blurred vision, I spotted Linda Lowe hiding behind my brother. Gripping a cake knife, I lunged forward and drove it into her chest.

“Let’s go to hell together!”

…

When I opened my eyes again, the unexpectedly vivid scene before me left me stunned for two seconds.

Then I saw Linda, younger and almost unrecognizable, standing a short distance away.

Dressed in a washed-out school uniform, she twisted the faucet open, letting the water cascade over her head.

While drenching herself, she laughed and asked, “Who do you think they’ll believe, me or you?”

That was when it hit me.

So, it was today. The very day the rumors of me bullying her began in my last life.

Seeing me frozen in place, Linda’s smile widened.

“Have you thought about how you'll apologize to me, Miss Wood?”

“Ah—!”

A surge of old grudges and fresh anger roared to life within me.

I rushed over, grabbed her by the hair, and dragged her into the bathroom.

Her sudden, shrill screams echoed as I shoved her face into the toilet.

“Pouring a little water on yourself and you think you can frame me? Let me show you what real bullying looks like.”

Linda thrashed like a madwoman, her arms flailing as if powered by engines, but she couldn’t break free from my grip.

Her face was forced into the filthy water, and her muffled voice bubbled up, “Sierra Wood, let me go… gurgle… ugh—”

I threw my head back and laughed.

“Since your mouth is so filthy, make sure to wash it clean before you go telling tales!”

Whether this was some chance to rewrite the past or just a hallucination after death, I didn’t care anymore.

I let go of my sanity completely.

…

In my previous life, I died on what should have been the most glorious day of my life.

That day, I won my third Best Actress award, dressed in a couture gown, standing next to my childhood sweetheart and fiancé, Alec Rivers, at our grandly live-streamed engagement party.

Then he announced to the entire world, “I would never marry a despicable woman who bullied her classmates in high school.”

I stared at him in stunned disbelief.

From the audience, Linda stepped forward, her eyes brimming with tears, her lips curving into a soft, triumphant smile.

“Sierra, do you remember me? The Linda Lowe you bullied for ten years. I bet you never imagined a day would come when we’d stand on equal ground.

“But it’s fine. I don’t blame you anymore. What’s done is done. The past is behind us now.”

The live stream made her an overnight sensation.

Before I could even process what was happening, the reporters that Alec and my brother had arranged swarmed in, surrounding me.

“Miss Wood, is it true that you’re still bullying newcomers on set?”

“Recently, someone spotted you visiting a gynecologist. Is it because you caught an STD from your promiscuous lifestyle?”

A fanatic fan burst through the crowd and flung acid straight at my face.

“Die, you shameless woman!”

The liquid splashed onto my face, igniting a searing, all-consuming pain that seemed to fuse with my skin.

My vision blurred and never returned.

In an instant, I plummeted from heaven to hell.

…

Snapping back to reality, I loosened my grip and watched as Linda collapsed weakly to the floor, her innocent, doe-eyed face now smeared with filth.

I couldn’t hold back a laugh.

“Go ahead! Cry, scream! Show the world that face and tell them I bullied you. Do it!”

My voice rose sharply at the end.

The memory of the acid burning away my features in my previous life flashed through my mind.

Overwhelmed with rage, I stomped on her face twice before finally turning to leave.

…

Downstairs by the school building, my desk mate, Rachel Summers, was waiting for me.

“PE class started ages ago. What were you doing up there?”

I replied casually, “Oh, just bullying the new girl.”

She turned to me in shock. “What?!”

I smirked. “As the saying goes, if the whole world thinks you’re a bully, you might as well become one.”

“Who even said that…?”

“That’s not the point.”

As we reached the edge of the sports field, we ran straight into Alec.

He wasn’t in my class, but everyone in school knew he was my childhood sweetheart and boyfriend.

Alec’s gaze flicked from my face to something behind me, lingering briefly.

“Sierra, why are you so late? Oh, by the way, I heard there’s a new transfer student in your class?”

In my previous life, every time Linda smeared my reputation, Alec would always make me apologize to her, brushing the matter aside.

He seemed to be on my side, but with just a few words, he cemented the accusation that I was a bully.

The thought sent a surge of anger through me, and without warning, I raised my hand and slapped him.

“Oh my god!”

Rachel stood frozen in shock once again.

Alec’s expression didn’t change.

His gaze cooled for a moment, but it was fleeting as if the slap hadn’t even happened.

Instead, he leaned in close, his cheek brushing lightly against mine as he whispered, “What’s wrong, Sierra? Feeling upset?”

…

In my previous life, it wasn’t until much later that I learned the truth.

As a child, Alec’s mother abandoned him at an amusement park. He spent some time in an orphanage, where he met a bright, cheerful little girl.

She shared a bed with him and gave him a piece of candy.

She became the only light in his otherwise dark life.

That light was Linda.

And on her very first day as a transfer student, Alec recognized her immediately.

He believed every word Linda said about me bullying her, harboring a deep hatred for me ever since.

But because of his status as an illegitimate child, Alec had no choice but to swallow his pride and curry favor with me.

He needed our marriage to solidify his position in the family.

Thinking of this, I said coldly, “Let’s break up.”

His eyes widened suddenly. “Why? Give me a reason, Sierra.”

I pulled out a tissue and carefully wiped the part of my cheek where his touch lingered.

“I don’t want to date the son of a mistress. It feels dirty. Is that reason good enough?”

…

After leaving, Rachel nervously asked if I had been possessed.

I wasn’t surprised by her question.

After all, back in high school, I was so openly and passionately in love with Alec.

I’d wait for him after school every day so we could walk home together.

I’d bake cookies for him until my hands were covered in burns, still smiling as I handed them over.

My affection for him was so obvious that the whole world knew.

But things were different now.

The Sierra Wood who had just started her senior year of high school was already dead.

Standing here now was a reborn Sierra Wood, stronger and sharper.

…

For the rest of the day, Linda didn’t show her face again.

I knew her well enough. Her greatest pride was that flawless face of hers. If she couldn’t make full use of it, she wouldn’t act so easily.

I had all the patience in the world to wait.

Soon, Saturday arrived, marking my eighteenth birthday.

My parents mentioned long ago that they wanted to host a grand banquet to celebrate my coming of age.

However, unexpected work issues delayed their arrival.

The crystal chandelier cast a dazzling light over the room.

Dressed in a tailored cocktail dress, I descended the spiral staircase into the living room.

From a distance, I spotted my brother, Shawn Wood. He was dressed sharply in a suit, his expression cold and detached as he called out to me, “Sierra, come here.”

I walked over, deliberately ignoring Alec’s piercing gaze and Linda’s tearful, pitiful display behind him.

Smiling sweetly, I asked, “What’s up, Shawn? Did you prepare a gift for me?”

Shawn’s icy stare lingered on me for a moment before he spoke.

“Bullying your classmates and insulting your friends—Sierra Wood, is this the kind of behavior the Wood family taught you?”

His voice was loud and unyielding, drawing the attention of every guest in the room.

“What are you talking about, Shawn? I don’t understand.”

I turned to Linda, tilting my head innocently.

“Who did I insult? When did I bully a classmate? I don’t even know her.”

“Denying it now won’t help you. When you make a mistake, you pay the price.”

Shawn’s voice was stern as he continued, “With Mom and Dad away, it’s my responsibility to discipline you.”

He reached for a ruler from the antique shelf nearby, turning to face me with a harsh command.

“Kneel down.”

…

In the grand banquet hall, countless guests turned to watch, their faces a mix of curiosity and barely concealed amusement.

“What? Bullying a classmate? Even the Wood family’s heiress does things like this?”

“Well, she’s been spoiled her whole life. It’s not surprising she’d lash out at someone better than her.”

“Good thing her brother is stepping in. At least he’s not covering for her.”

Under Linda’s triumphant and provocative gaze, I stood tall, refusing to bow.

I smiled, letting venom drip from my words.

"What nonsense are you spouting, Shawn? People who know you might recognize you as Shawn Wood, but those who don’t might just think you’re an outdated, overly dramatic lunatic”

I tilted my head, feigning thought before continuing with a mocking grin.

"I only kneel for the dead. Tell you what, go take a dive off a building, and I’ll happily bow three times to send you on your way."

Shawn’s face darkened instantly.

Behind him, Linda put on her usual act, speaking in a soft, tearful voice.

"Shawn, I know Sierra doesn’t like me, and it’s fine if she bullies me. But how could she say something like that to her own brother?"

She widened her eyes, letting tears glisten as she deliberately assumed an innocent and childlike expression.

Alec, standing nearby, caught sight of her performance.

A shadow of something dark and unreadable flickered in his gaze before he spoke quietly.

"Sierra, if you’ve done something wrong, just admit it and apologize. There’s no need to—"

I cut him off, my own eyes widening in mock distress.

"Sorry, I don’t understand whatever nonsense you’re saying. Care to try again in plain English?"

"Enough!" Shawn barked sharply.

"Sierra, you’re a young woman! Have you no sense of shame? Who taught you to speak so crudely and behave so disgracefully?"

As always, he didn’t believe a word I said.

No matter what came out of my mouth, it was useless.

Instead, he always judged me with intense bias, nailing me to the pillar of shame time and time again.

I curled my lips into a smirk, mimicking his cold expression as I replied, "Mom and Dad are too busy to bother with me. So, guess who taught me?

"Of course, it was you, my dear brother."

…

In my previous life, I had always felt a mix of fear and admiration for Shawn.

He was several years older than me, and in my eyes, he had always been an imposing figure.

When we were younger, Mom and Dad were often tied up with work at the company, leaving him in charge of me.

Whenever I made a mistake, even a small one, he’d strike my palms with a ruler or punish me by withholding meals.