Everyone says I have the face of an angel. However, I choose to take a knife and slash my own beautiful face.

When my twin sister sees the drastic change in my appearance, she loses it and screams at me, wanting to know why I ruined my face.

In my past life, she couldn't stop stealing food deliveries. When our next-door neighbor caught her, she shoved the pregnant woman so hard that she miscarried.

The woman was seven months along, and both she and her baby died.

But my sister just shrugged it off, bragging that she was some popular influencer, and two pathetic lives didn't matter. She even slapped down a 50-dollar bill like it was nothing, just to humiliate them.

"Still trying to scam my money? For all we know, that woman's baby was already dead inside her. Your family must've done pretty awful things to deserve losing two lives like that!"

When the dead woman's family showed up at our door with kitchen knives, ready for revenge, my sister chickened out and hid. Before that, she tricked me into coming home instead.

The second I walked up to our front door, the grief-stricken husband slashed at my neck, severing the artery. I died right there on the spot.

After I died, everyone spat on my memory. They all said I got what I deserved, and my parents covered up what my sister really did.

She even had the nerve to come forward and apologize for me, cashing in on my death while hooking up with my boyfriend. The two of them became this perfect couple online and made tons of money.

This time around, I decide to destroy my face. I want to see how she will steal my identity and pin her crimes on me now!

"An influencer in our complex just killed someone! The victim was a pregnant woman, and both she and her baby lost their lives!"

"I know, right? I just saw the pregnant woman's husband storming toward our building with a kitchen knife!"

I had just reached the elevator when I heard several middle-aged women chattering away.

I froze for a moment, feeling a phantom pain in my neck where the knife had slashed me. The scene of my brutal death in my previous life felt as vivid as ever.

Just then, I received a call from my sister, Emma Anderson. The moment I answered, her anxious yet irritated voice blasted through the phone.

"Anna, what are you dawdling for? Why aren't you here yet? Do you want me to freeze to death? Hurry up and get over here to open the door for me!"

As I listened to Emma's arrogant remarks, the hatred in my chest nearly overflowed. I forced down my resentment and brushed her off. "I'm already at the entrance. I'll be right there."

Emma had never liked me, and she had always treated me like her personal servant. Despite everything, I still spoiled and indulged her, simply because we were twins from the same womb.

Our mother had drilled it into me that I should always give in to Emma since we were kids. But I never imagined that in my past life, my sister would be the one who caused my death.

In my previous life, as I drew my last breath, I heard her whisper viciously in my ear, "Anna, why do you get to strike it rich and have some lovesick boyfriend wrapped around your finger while I'm stuck with nothing but failure, living in your shadow? Only when you're dead can I finally have everything!"

Emma had always been the weaker twin, and she eventually blamed all her misfortunes on me, convinced I had somehow stolen all the luck that should have been hers.

After she killed someone in my past life, she tricked me into taking the blame. Since we were twins, when the victim's husband saw my face, he immediately slashed my throat with a single strike. I died on the spot.

Now that I had been reborn, I was well aware of Emma's true nature. This time, I would make sure she was the one who dies!

In my previous life, one of my short videos blew up overnight, and I shot to fame as an influencer with millions of followers.

Meanwhile, Emma got fired from the preschool due to her habit of stealing. As an unemployed freeloader, she moved into the luxury apartment I had just bought, spending my money lavishly every single day.

Even though I was paying for everything, she couldn't even stay out of trouble. She constantly stole food deliveries from other residents in our complex.

One day, the pregnant neighbor next door caught her red-handed. But instead of apologizing, Emma started screaming obscenities at the woman.

"What are you yelling about? Haven't you ever had takeout in your life? I can't believe you're living in such an upscale complex when you look like that! You're probably sleeping around to pay rent!"

The seven-month pregnant woman got angry and fired back at her. "You're a thief, yet you still have the nerve to act tough? You truly have no manners!"

Emma had always been arrogant and couldn't stand being called rude. She immediately shoved the pregnant woman to the floor. She even had the audacity to mock her while claiming to be me.

"I'm Anna Anderson, an influencer with millions of followers! One livestream makes me more money than you'll see in a lifetime. A cheap slut like you could never afford my lifestyle. I’m doing you a favor by even touching anything that belongs to someone like you."

The pregnant woman started hemorrhaging badly. Emma was forced to follow the ambulance to the hospital. But the doctors couldn't save the pregnant woman, and both mother and baby died.

Emma just threw down a 50-dollar bill to humiliate the family before walking away.

"Still trying to rip me off? I mean, that woman might've been carrying a dead baby for all I know! Your family probably did so many terrible things! That's why you lost both of them!"

The next day, Emma heard that the pregnant woman's husband was coming after her with a kitchen knife. Feeling guilty, she hid away but deliberately tricked me by claiming she had lost her keys and needed me to come open the door.

I felt sorry for her being stuck outside in the freezing winter, so I immediately dropped my work and rushed over to help her.

Little did I know that the moment I reached our front door, the grief-stricken husband would slash my neck artery with a single strike, killing me on the spot.

Right after I died, my boyfriend, Noah Johnson, happened to arrive and found Emma trembling in the stairwell. He held her and comforted her instead.

After my death, everyone reviled me. They all said I deserved to die, while my parents chose to cover up my sister's crimes.

Emma even put on an act, coming forward to apologize on my behalf. She profited from my death while hooking up with my boyfriend. The two of them became a couple blogging duo who made a fortune.

As I recalled the tragic death I suffered in my past life, I let out a sharp breath. I grabbed the "Out of Order" signs from a storage closet next to the elevators and blocked off both elevators.

Just as I finished, I saw the pregnant woman's furious family members approaching. They glanced at the elevators, then quickly headed for the stairwell. I put the signs back in their original place before slowly following them upstairs, my lips curling into a smile with every step I took.

When I reached the fifth-floor landing, I heard a piercing scream from above. I didn't need to guess. The victim's family had already discovered Emma hiding in the corner of the sixth-floor stairwell.

Listening to Emma's terrified cries filled me with dark satisfaction. Just like she had done in my past life, I hid behind the door to watch the show unfold.

Emma clearly hadn't expected the pregnant woman's family members to come up the stairs. Before she could react, the pregnant woman's husband grabbed her by the hair and dragged her to the hallway that still had bloodstains from his wife.

Emma screamed in agony.

"You witch! You think being an internet celebrity makes you special? You killed my wife and son, so today I'm sending you straight to hell!

"My whole family was finally blessed with a child, and you destroyed everything! Why didn't you die instead? You're a piece of trash!"

The other family members helped drag Emma around, hitting and kicking at her. They made so much noise that neighbors from nearby floors came out to watch.

Emma had always acted superior to everyone, so all the neighbors hated her. When they heard she had killed someone, seeing her get beaten made them cheer.

"This little witch always acted like she was so high and mighty. She totally deserves this!"

"In the six months since she moved in, how many of our food deliveries did she steal? Now they finally caught her!"

"The poor woman was seven months pregnant and about to give birth. Both mother and child are now gone. It's such a tragedy!"

"These internet celebrities really think having a little more money makes them so important!"

Emma got beaten black and blue. All she could do was keep shouting that she wasn't the one who killed anyone. "It wasn't me! I'm just the sister of an internet celebrity!"

During a brief pause in the beating, Emma pulled out her ID and her expired preschool teacher ID. Then she opened up the verified account page of my social media profile.

"Sir, the popular internet celebrity you're looking for is Anna Anderson. I'm her twin sister, Emma, and I'm just a preschool teacher. Your dispute has nothing to do with me!"

The pregnant woman's husband took the phone to look at my livestreams. He compared yesterday's outfit of the person who pushed his wife to what I wore in my videos. They were identical, so he temporarily let her go.

However, the man was still staring at Emma suspiciously. Seeing this, Emma immediately scrambled to her feet to call me. "Let me call the real culprit over here for you."

After saying that, she gave me a call. Her face flashed with irritation when I didn't answer, and she muttered curses about me dropping the ball at such a crucial moment.

I found it amusing. Just how vicious could Emma be? She was losing her mind, trying to make me die in her place.

Watching her frantic appearance, I finally walked out. Looking at Emma's bruised and swollen face, I pretended to be shocked and concerned.

"What happened here? Emma, who did you offend?"

Emma didn't answer as she glared at me, her eyes full of resentment. "Anna, I heard you stole someone's food delivery yesterday and killed our next-door neighbor. This gentleman came looking for you. That's two lives lost! How could you be so heartless?

"Why are you wearing a face mask? You're feeling guilty, aren't you?"

When the pregnant woman's husband heard I was the killer, his eyes turned bloodshot as he raised his knife to strike me. "So you're the murderer! Today I'm making you pay with your life!"

Fortunately, I had been staying alert. When the man swung his knife down, I dodged to the side.

I looked confused as I asked, "Sir, what are you talking about? I'm just an online seller. I've been in Calford this whole week, selecting products. I think you've got the wrong person."

The pregnant woman's husband thought I was trying to make excuses and cursed at me. "You lying bitch! Still denying the truth, even at death's door?

"I have surveillance video of you killing her, bragging about being some big internet celebrity, Anna Anderson! If it's not you, then who is it?"

Emma chimed in from the side, "Anna, if you did something wrong, just admit it. You know what they say. It's never too late to do the right thing."

Just when everyone was certain that I was the killer, I looked at Emma, who was secretly gloating nearby, and asked, "Emma, what are you talking about? You're the one who's always lived in this apartment. What does anything that happened here have to do with me?"