Yelena Moon, the new intern, claimed to be someone who could bring wealth to everyone. Apparently, the lottery numbers she had her eye on would definitely win a prize.

Everyone lined up to get her to buy lottery tickets for them. Surprisingly enough, they became millionaires overnight.

But I soon realized that whenever Yelena won a lottery prize, I'd lose money to all sorts of incidents and accidents.

I might suffer from a bone fracture one day, only to get into an accident that required a surgery the next day.

Even my own luck started to run out when it came to my own wealth. I kept failing my investments while racking debts nonstop. In the end, the loan sharks came knocking on my door.

My senses were all frayed at that point. In a fit of despair, I demanded answers from Yelena, only to get scolded by everyone else.

"What do you mean Yelena swapped out your luck for hers? I think you're just jealous of the fact that everyone's getting rich now!"

"You can't even retain your own wealth, and yet you have the guts to frame a young woman for such nonsense! People like you are absolutely toxic to this world!"

I tried my best to defend myself, but not even my own dad believed me. To rub salt into my wounds, he even treated Yelena as his own biological daughter and kicked me out of my home.

Later on, someone tossed a sack over me and kidnapped me. After torturing me to no end, they threw me off a high building, I was crushed beyond recognition.

When I wake up again, I've returned to the day Yelena is flaunting her financial luck.

Upon noticing how smug she looks, I start buying lottery tickets like mad.

"What a coincidence! I'm also super lucky when it comes to wealth!"

When my colleagues heard my words, they immediately mocked and called me a copycat.

"You're always trying to compete with Yelena, Evie Blaze. Can't you stop? You're just some broke nobody, and she's way out of your league!"

"Exactly! Yelena's family is well off. Her dad is the chairman of our company, so she couldn't care less about some lottery winnings."

"It's a blessing that Yelena's helping all of us make money, so I won't let you give her a hard time!"

The irony was that all the money they'd won thanks to Yelena Moon was mine. Even the company's chairman was my father, who had nothing to do with her. Yet in my past life, he'd chosen her, an outsider, over me…

Thinking about how my father treated us so differently, I gripped the lottery tickets tightly. Right now, my priority was to figure out ways to sever the link that tied my luck to hers.

When Yelena noticed my silence, she flashed a smug smile. "Thanks, guys! But who knows—maybe Evie's the walking lucky charm."

"She's holding a lottery ticket right now, so why don't we have her scratch it and see?"

At that, the crowd started egging me on, shouting for me to scratch the ticket right then and there to see if I'd won. Some of them even started placing bets.

"I'll bet a full year's pay plus my bonus that Evie's ticket isn't worth more than a thousand dollars!"

Another laughed and chimed in, "I bet there isn't a single penny on that ticket! I put ten years on it, and if I win, she has to hand over ten years' worth of her pay!"

They got so carried away that they even drafted a mock betting agreement, insisting that I sign and thumbprint it.

I backed away and tried to escape the chaos until I slammed into someone, who grabbed my wrist tightly.

"You sounded pretty confident when you said you had great luck, Evie. What's wrong? Are you too scared to bet now?"

It was my fiance, Nate Ryder.

Just half a month ago, we'd sweetly celebrated our third anniversary. We'd even tattooed each other's names on our bodies and vowed to never part.

Now, unmistakable disgust and indifference were written all over his face as he shoved me away with such force that I hit the ground hard and slammed my head.

Blood trickled down my face. The pain was so bad that I couldn't get back up, but not a single person showed concern. If anything, they cheered.

That scene was just like my past life. Whenever a ticket Yelena picked ended up winning, I would suffer accidents, injuries, or even life-threatening situations.

Sure enough, a colleague's phone chimed, and their face lit up with joy.

"The lottery ticket Yelena told me to buy hit a hundred-thousand-dollar prize! I'm going to be her devotee for life!"

Everyone rushed to congratulate him. Even Nate ignored me and turned to look at Yelena adoringly.

"You really are a lucky star, Yelena. Whoever gets to marry you will be the luckiest man alive."

Yelena glanced at him shyly, but when she looked back at me, her eyes were filled with innocent malice.

"I never meant to compete with you, and I don't want you drowning in debt either, Evie. As long as you sincerely apologize to all of us, I won't hold it against you."

Nate stepped in front of her and said, "Don't pity her, Yelena. A bitter, jealous person like her would never admit she's wrong.

"Let's just leave her lying on the floor, and she can go to the hospital after she apologizes."

I could feel my heart turn cold when I heard Yelena sigh almost regretfully. "Well, I guess there's nothing I can do, Evie. Since you're too scared to scratch your ticket and won't apologize, just stay there."

Bit by bit, I lost all my strength and slipped into a half-conscious state. Yelena immediately volunteered to take me to the hospital.

On the way, she quietly scratched my ticket before I heard a notification ping on my phone.

"Payment of 1,000,000 dollars received. Please check your balance."

She clicked her tongue in annoyance and muttered to herself, "Good thing you didn't scratch it yourself, or my secret would've been out…"

Suddenly, it all clicked.

Scratching my lottery tickets myself meant that I could siphon Yelena's luck back from her!

Now that I knew the secret, I made my move. I had my men buy me a huge stack of lottery tickets, and every time I scratched one off, I hit a million-dollar jackpot.

After scratching off four or five winning tickets in a row, I finally stopped, satisfied.

Then, I posted a quick update on my feed. "A blessing in disguise."

It didn't take long for the office group chat to blow up with question marks. Apparently, Yelena had accidentally tumbled down a flight of stairs, which left her bruised and swollen.

I chuckled gleefully, knowing that this was just the start of her payback.

Once I was healed and back at the office, Yelena was still wrapped in a blood-stained gauze.

She had the audacity to sidle up to me and say, "Hey, Evie, I heard you've had some pretty good luck lately."

I swallowed my disgust and showed her a lottery ticket. "That's right. I hit the million-dollar jackpot every time I scratch one of these lately."

When my colleagues heard that, they shot me with looks of pure envy and disbelief.

"No way! If you're going to lie, at least make it believable!"

"You didn't even have the guts to sign that betting agreement, and now you're pretending to be some rich heiress. Have you no shame?"

I ignored their snide remarks and kept my eyes locked on Yelena's expression. When she noticed the ticket in my hand, her face contorted for a split second before she forced a strained smile.

"Oh, really? Speaking of which, I've had such rotten luck lately, so I was thinking of scratching a few tickets myself to turn things around. Evie, could you give me that one?"

With that, she actually reached over to snatch it.

I knew that I'd watch another million dollars fly out the window if she got her hands on the ticket, so I quickly dodged her, put some distance between us, and scratched it in a few quick strokes.

A second later, my phone chimed with the notification of another million dollars deposited into my account.

"Oh, wow!" I exaggeratedly exclaimed. "I hit the jackpot again!"

The colleagues who'd just been mocking me went dead silent.

Yelena's face was twisted in fury over the lost cash. Still, she forced a smile and congratulated me. "You're so lucky, Evie. Unlike me…"

Her eyes glinted, and tears immediately streamed down her cheeks before she could even finish her sentence.

"Evie! Why are you picking on Yelena again?"

Nate appeared out of nowhere and glared at me, looking displeased like I'd committed an unforgivable sin.

"Apologize to her!"

The colleagues snapped out of their shock and maliciously piled on.

"Yeah, apologize! If you gave that ticket to Yelena, she might've won more than a million dollars!"

"You should just give her that one million dollars as compensation!"

I tilted my head and snapped back, "What hospital charges a million dollars for medical bills? Or is she terminally ill and dying?"

Yelena clenched her fists, her face alternating between a dozen shades of fury. She was clearly livid.

Nate wrapped an arm around her shoulder and frowned. "Don't you dare jinx her, Evie. Hand over the money now!"

The sheer entitlement in his voice… Honestly, how was this any different from a daylight robbery?

I was about to shut him down when Yelena wiped her tears, looking stubborn and prideful.

"It's fine," she said. "It doesn't matter if Evie doesn't want to share. It's just a million dollars. My dad will give it to me anyway."

She pulled out her phone and made a call. A moment later, I heard a familiar voice.

"Hey there, sweetie. Are you short on cash again?"

Yelena shot me a triumphant look and smirked as she started wheedling Dad. "Send me some money, Dad. I'm hurt, so I need a new bag to feel better!"

The next second, a million dollars hit her account.

As I watched her beam with joy, my head started spinning. Wasn't I supposed to be Dad's only daughter?

So, that was why Dad had kicked me out without a second thought the last time he learned I'd fallen out with Yelena. It all made sense now. They were in on this together the whole time!

Thinking about the solemn vows Dad had made to Mom at her deathbed left me feeling bitter. That was when I decided that I had to go home and demand the truth, once and for all.

I rushed to the parking garage, but just as I pulled out my McLaren keys, someone shoved me hard.

"You car thief! How dare you steal Yelena's car! Have you no shame?"

I slammed into another car and scraped my knees raw.

Furious, I looked up to see Yelena and Nate standing nearby, surrounded by a crowd of colleagues, all looking down their noses at me.

"Evie, I know you're desperate to be a rich heiress like me, but you shouldn't steal my car!"

I couldn't hold back my anger anymore. "Car thief? This is my family car!"

"Still lying through your teeth, aren't you?"

Nate aggressively marched forward and snatched my keys away. "When you weren't here yesterday, Yelena drove this car and gave me a ride to work. Everyone here can vouch for it, so what right do you have to claim it's yours?"

I stared at him, stunned. In that moment, every last shred of affection I had for him completely vanished.

"Half a month ago, I took you out for a ride and offered to give this car to you, but you said no. Did you already forget?"

I fixed him with a cold, sharp look, and he avoided my gaze. "I don't remember what ride you're talking about. If you insist this McLaren is yours, show some proof!"

I scoffed at the absurdity and pulled up a screenshot of the purchase record on my phone before shoving the screen in their faces.

"This was a birthday gift from my dad this year. I picked out the car, and he paid for it. Is that enough proof for you?"

Yelena frowned slightly and sighed. "Why are you lying again, Evie? That's clearly my screenshot with my dad's name on it. Are you going to steal that, too?"

I snapped, "What do you mean, your dad? Also, I've been wanting to ask—my dad is the current chairman of the company, and he has nothing to do with you.

"Your last name isn't even Blaze, so how dare you go around claiming that he's your dad?"

A flash of malice flickered in Yelena's eyes before she turned away. Her lashes were wet with tears.

"You're right. My last name isn't Blaze because Moon is my mom's maiden name. Dad loved her so much that he let me take her name as a tribute…"

Nate wiped her tears in distress, then turned back to me. His voice was thick with indignation as she snapped, "That's enough, Evie! Yelena lost her mom when she was just a child. Did you have to poke her where it hurts most?"

My eyes stung with tears.

I'd lost my mom at a young age, too. Nate and I dated for three years, and we were about to get married, so I couldn't understand why he hated me this much.

A wave of crushing exhaustion washed over me, and I closed my eyes. "Let's break up, Nate."

He froze, and his expression turned into a mix of panic and fury. "What did you just say? Are you breaking up with me over something this petty?"

I calmly nodded. "That's right, and I'm getting all my tattoos removed. We're over."

As the words left my mouth, I noticed the way Yelena stiffened and couldn't help but narrow my eyes.

"Do you have any idea how much it hurts to laser off a tattoo?" Nate stared at me, looking anxious and agitated.

Then, he softened his tone into a placating plea. "Stop making a scene, Evie. You were at fault, so you have no right to be this mad!"

Seeing how shaken and terrified he was, a thought crossed my mind.

Was there something more to the tattoo?