Everyone loved my older sister.

When the novel I wrote shot to popularity, she got jealous and suddenly proclaimed that she wanted to be a popular author too.

My older brother, who was the editor-in-chief, immediately announced that I plagiarized my sister's story at my book signing and she ended up becoming the genius author while I got cyberbullied so much that I was too scared to leave the house.

After I got married to a young heir from high society and lived a happy life, my sister told me that she had a crush on him for years and wanted to be his bride at least once in her lifetime.

He did not even think twice about divorcing me and holding the wedding of the century with my sister.

However, my sister did not think that I was miserable enough. She came for me outside the country and pushed me down the stairs.

I was lying in a pool of blood when my mother rebuked me, "Did you say something that made your sister unhappy again?"

.......

"It's only 400ml of your blood. How can you refuse? Is it some sick desire of yours to watch me suffer and look pathetic in front of everyone?"

I opened my eyes to find my sister, Jenna Lane, in tears, accusing me again.

My older brother, Tyler Lane, stormed over and kicked me. "She's your sister, Sienna Lane. All she wants is to live. It's just a little blood. Why can't you agree to such a small request?"

I had always been frail, my health suffering from the constant blood transfusions Jenna required.

His kick knocked me to the ground, and I trembled in pain, unable to stand no matter how hard I tried.

Tyler yanked me up by the hair. "Stop faking weakness. I know you're fine. Get up and go to the hospital to give Jenna your blood!"

He pulled so hard that a chunk of my hair ripped out, and the sharp pain brought tears to my eyes. I struggled to escape his grasp. "If you're so generous, you do it! I'm not going!"

Jenna's sobbing intensified. "I knew it! Sienna doesn't want to save me—she wants me dead! Fine, I'll grant her wish!"

She grabbed a scarf, still crying, and gently wrapped it around her neck, threatening to strangle herself.

Tyler, panicked, rushed to snatch the scarf away. "Sienna's the one who should die, not you!"

My mother, Florence James, marched over and slapped me, her voice dripping with disgust. "Apologize to your sister right now! Then get to the hospital and transfuse your blood to her!"

Blood filled my mouth, and my cheeks throbbed from the impact. All I could do was laugh bitterly. "Why should I? She doesn't deserve it."

Jenna had aplastic anemia. My parents had me only because they needed the blood from my umbilical cord to save Jenna. When it turned out my cord blood wasn't a match, my mother's health deteriorated, leaving her unable to have more children.

Because of this, everyone believed I owed Jenna—including Jenna herself.

I had been forced to donate blood to her since childhood. My arms were covered with scars from countless needle punctures. The constant transfusions weakened my immune system, leaving me sick most of the time. My family often complained about the trouble I caused but continued to shower Jenna with affection.

Jenna also resented me for excelling at school. She destroyed my trophies and tore up my certificates, but my family brushed it off, calling my achievements vain and meaningless.

When a boy she liked wrote me a love letter, she rallied a group at school to bully me. My family scolded me for being promiscuous and locked me in the basement.

They favored Jenna without question.

I was constantly filled with frustration, but I clung to the hope that life would eventually improve.

In the end, Jenna took credit for my book and stole my husband. My husband divorced me for her.

Even overseas, Jenna tracked me down and caused my death. Even then, my mother still blamed me.

I've lived a humiliating, tragic life. Thankfully, the God took pity on me and gave me another chance to rewrite my fate.

I couldn't bear staying home any longer, only to be beaten and yelled at. Despite the pain, I forced myself up and tried to leave.

Jenna was on the verge of a breakdown. "Sienna refuses to give me blood. Does that mean she'll never donate again? She took my health and the man I love. Is she trying to take my life too?"

Florence, enraged, quickly caught up to me and grabbed my arm. "Sienna Lane, you were born to save your sister! I don't care if you're willing or not—you will transfuse your blood to her!"

I refused to give in. Furious, Florence tried to inject me with a tranquilizer she had in her hand.

She would always protect Jenna, no matter what.

Tyler frowned at the sight. There was both pity and disapproval in his eyes, but he still helped her hold me down.

"Let go of me! If you touch me, I'll make sure you end up in prison!" I thrashed wildly, desperate to escape, but no matter how hard I fought, I couldn't break free. Despair and rage boiled inside me, threatening to tear me apart.

Just as the syringe was about to pierce my skin, the housekeeper rushed in.

"Madam, Mr. Tyler, the book signing manager is here to see Miss Sienna. He's waiting at the door."

My family valued their reputation above all else. Despite their frustration, they had no choice but to release me.

I wasted no time and hurried out the door.

Tyler chased after me, holding out a tube of medicated cream. "Your cheeks are swollen. You should apply this."

He always did this—offering help after hurting me. To be fair, when Jenna wasn't around, he treated me quite well. However, whenever there was a conflict between us, he always took her side.

My mother was the second wife, and Jenna came along with her. Unlike me, Tyler was not Jenna's biological sibling.

I didn't take the cream from him. I only stared back coldly.

Tyler frowned. "Sienna, Jenna is your sister. You both share the same rare blood type. If you don't help her, she'll die!"

I met his eyes calmly. "I don't know if Jenna will die if I stop giving her blood, but I do know I will if I keep doing it."

Tyler's voice rose in frustration, "400 milliliters is a perfectly safe amount of blood for you to donate. We've never let the doctor take more than that. How could it possibly affect your health? I don't understand why you're always at odds with Jenna."

Any woman under 90 pounds should not be donating blood. I had always been frail. At five foot seven and barely 85 pounds, I wasn't healthy enough to donate at all.

Even a healthy woman is advised to donate blood no more than twice a year. Yet I had to give blood at least twice a month.

Had they ever even treated me like a human being? In my past life, I tried explaining this to them countless times, but no one ever believed me.

Or maybe they just didn't care.

This time, I wasn't going to bother explaining.

I remained silent as I climbed into the car and urged the manager to drive off. He noticed the handprint on my face and, concerned, handed me a mask. It was large enough to cover most of my face.

When I arrived at the book signing, the place was packed with fans. The atmosphere was warm and welcoming at first.

Then, just like in my previous life, everything changed when Jenna showed up—along with the rest of my family.

"You made me sick, ruined my chances of getting into any university, and seduced every boy I liked... I've put up with you all this time. Isn't that enough? Why did you have to steal the story I worked so hard to write?"

Jenna rushed over with jealousy burning in her eyes, clearly ready to hit me.

I managed to dodge her, and the anger festering within me for two lifetimes immediately erupted. "You claim to have written this novel, but you have no proof!"

That was when I opened my laptop. "I started writing this novel two years ago. I drafted an outline of the story arc and characters all in this laptop. The time stamp on the documents are clearly marked as well. This is—"

Slap!

Florence stormed over and slapped me hard across the face.

"This laptop belongs to your sister. All the words in there were the result of your sister's deep thoughts and hard work. It has nothing to do with you!"

I was seeing stars from the slap. I fought to hold back my fury. "My cell has a record of my laptop purchase. It is proof that it belongs to me!"

Jenna's eyes widened in disbelief. "Were you planning to steal my ideas when you bought this laptop for me on my birthday?"

"She's your sister! How could you scheme such a thing against her?! I'll kill you, you wretch!"

Florence charged at me like a madwoman, her fists flying, as if I had indeed committed the crime she accused me of.

Even my fiancé, Shaun Reeves, was there. Impatiently, he tried to talk me out of it.

"Sienna, why don't you just admit that you plagiarized Jenna's story? Be straight with this and admit what you did. I'll still marry you on account of our time together."

The crowd had their phones pointed at me, recording everything.

No one questioned whether my family or fiancé were framing me.

"Apologize!"

"You're a thief! Apologize!"

Demand after demand rang out, each more hostile than the last. Malice filled the air, all of it directed at me.

Tyler gave me a sympathetic look, then addressed the crowd. "Please, calm down, everyone. As the editor-in-chief, I promise you'll get an explanation."

He glanced at me, a warning clear in his eyes. "Sienna Lane, we're family. Jenna has agreed not to call the police. You should apologize to her in front of all the fans and tell them Jenna is the real author of this book. You should do what's best for everyone!"

I hated this hypocritical side of him.

I was about to say something when someone else spoke up. "Sienna wrote this wonderful piece of work. I watched her work on it with my own eyes. When did it become plagiarism?"

An intimidating elderly man in a suit appeared by my side. His appearance caused a huge commotion among the crowd.

This man was Elijah Hale, a Nobel Prize winner in Literature. He was also my friend despite our age gap. He was well-respected internationally in the literature field.

I looked at him with tears brimming in my eyes. "Thank you for standing by me, Grandpa Elijah."

"This isn't really help. The truth is the truth, and no one can malign you with me around!"

Elijah patted my shoulder sadly.

The crowd shifted. No one dared question Elijah, and they quickly turned on my family and fiancé.

"How could you frame your sister like that?"

"Shameless!"

"Despicable!"

Tyler looked utterly pale. "Mr. Hale, I—"

Irritated, Elijah cut him off, "You twisted the facts and framed a new author. How can someone like you be an editor-in-chief? Despicable men like you shouldn't be in this field."

Jenna was going frantic. She sobbed and said, "Mr. Hale, even if you are a literature titan, you don't have the right to poke your nose into another family's business."

However, Elijah wasn't having it. "I see now that any Tom, Dick, and Harry has the nerve to doubt me. A fake, hypocritical, vicious woman like you wouldn't be able to write such great work even if you lived ten lifetimes!"

Shaun and my family rushed to defend Jenna, but Elijah rolled his eyes.

"Who are you to waste my time? I've already called the police on Sienna's behalf. You can explain yourselves to them."

The police arrived shortly after and took everyone to the station.

Florence, Jenna, and Tyler were detained for twenty days for fabricating lies and slandering me, as well as for assaulting me. They were each fined a thousand dollars.

As soon as we left the station, Shaun pointed a finger at me and yelled.

"Your sister is in poor health! Can you live with yourself if something happens to her while she's detained? You—"

Splash!

I flung the contents of a water bottle at his face and then smashed the empty bottle on his head. It wasn't enough to ease my anger.

In my previous life, he had forced me into a divorce and even hired thugs to harass me.

How dare he come after me like this when I hadn't even sought revenge?

Shaun stood there, dripping wet, wiping his face furiously. "Are you insane?!"

I clenched my teeth. "You can't even handle a splash of water. Imagine being beaten and screamed at every day, having your blood taken constantly. People like you, who criticize without understanding, are the worst!"

"Sienna Lane!"

"Stop shouting—I'm not deaf!"

Shaun took a deep breath, trying to rein in his temper.

"Your family didn't commit any serious crime. It was a minor mistake. There's no need to be so petty. I don't want a wife who's heartless and vindictive. Go in there and tell the police you're willing to settle this privately. If you do, we'll still get married as planned."

I stared at him coldly. "That's not necessary. Let's break up. You're not good enough for me!"