At the same time, I forged an offshore insurance policy in Grandfather's name, valued at a staggering fifty million.

I sent it to Gerard's computer as an encrypted email.

The moment he clicked it open, the trojan tucked inside would slip in instantly.

That night, I sat in front of my computer myself, watching the data the trojan fed back to me.

It took no effort at all to pull every transaction screenshot between Olivia, Gerard, and my mother over the past few days.

A week later came Olivia's college send-off party.

Gerard and Olivia had anonymously planted rumors online, leaking that the elder daughter of a certain wealthy family had been abusing her younger sister for years.

A few blurry photos of Olivia covered in bruises even made the rounds on social media.

The smear war didn't just fester online. It reached all the way to my company.

I'd barely stepped into the office when my boss slammed a termination letter onto my desk, his face dark.

"Amanda, a woman as vicious as you is a disgrace to this company! Pack your things and get out!"

The coworkers around me shoved their phones right up in my face, recording.

"Acted so high and mighty all this time, and she's nothing but a whore who forced her own little sister to sell her body."

"Harms her own sister. Disgusting. Just go die already."

I didn't argue. I watched their ugly little performance with cold eyes, then turned and walked out of the company.

Things at home were worse.

Every day the front door got splashed with red paint, the glaring word "DIE" smeared across it.

In the middle of the night, came the thunderous "bang, bang, bang" of someone pounding on the door.

A pack of young girls in face masks were holding selfie sticks, livestreaming.

"Drop a like, everybody. Today we're camping out at this evil woman's door. Every time she comes out, we beat her!"

Soon the internet and power were cut off.

I was trapped in a pitch-black room. Outside were the rabid mob; inside the door were my own family.

"Bang! "

My mother and Gerard kicked my bedroom door open, several people in white coats behind them.

In Gerard's hand was a "severe schizophrenia" evaluation, written up by a doctor they'd paid off.

"Mandy, you're far too sick. You need to be committed."

Gerard sneered as he directed the burly men to take out the restraint straps.

My mother watched coldly from the side, the way you'd watch a dying dog.

"Just sign this 'Guardianship Agreement for the Property of a Mentally Ill Person.'"

Gerard tossed a stack of papers and a pen down in front of me.

"Once this blows over, I'll handle everything. Otherwise, you'll spend the rest of your life in a psychiatric ward."

Under the weight of their menacing stares, I pretended to tremble with despair as I took the pen.

What they didn't know was that it was a special fading pen. The writing would vanish in two hours.

I signed my mother's name as the guardian.

Watching the elation they couldn't hold back in their eyes, I lowered my lashes.

I obediently changed into the gown and let them escort me away, off to this grand college send-off party.

The party was set at the most luxurious place in the city, The Summit Hotel, in The Sky Garden on the top floor.

In my last life, this was the very place where Olivia, in front of all the relatives and friends, threw herself off the edge.

My parents forced me to attend.

The wound on Olivia's head had already healed, but she'd deliberately left a square of gauze taped to her temple, making her look pitiful and fragile.

She wore a pure white dress, like a delicate little flower that couldn't withstand the wind and rain.

She clung to my mother's arm, soaking up everyone's blessings and praise.

My father moved among the guests with a flushed, beaming face, as if he weren't the same man who'd pointed at me days ago and screamed that I was a curse.

I sat alone in a corner, quietly eating.

Gerard came over carrying two glasses of champagne and handed me one.

"Mandy, still angry with me?"

I didn't take it. I only looked at him.

"Gerard, is there something you're keeping from me?"

The smile on his face stiffened for a moment.

"Why would you ask that?"

"It's nothing." I lowered my head and pushed at the steak on my plate with my fork. "Just asking."

He looked relieved as he sat down beside me.

"Mandy, give it a little while, and we'll get married. My parents have already picked out a place for us. They're just waiting for us to give the word."

He said it with such warmth, as if we really were a couple in love.

Halfway through the party, Olivia took the stage as the guest of honor to give her speech.

She thanked her parents, thanked her teachers, and finally, her gaze settled on me.

"There's one more person I have to thank. My sister, Amanda."

Every eye in the room turned to me.

Olivia's voice cracked with tears.

"A while ago, we had a small misunderstanding and things got ugly between us. My sister even lost control and hurt me."

"But I know she didn't mean it. She was just under too much pressure."

She paused, and tears spilled down her cheeks.

"Mandy, you don't have to worry. I never blamed you, not once. You're the closest person in the world to me."

Her words were airtight, dredging up the fact that I'd hit her while showing off her own forgiveness and generosity.

The guests stared at me with strange eyes, the whispers never stopping.

"So she's the one who put her sister in the hospital."

"Looks so quiet and gentle. Who knew she could be that vicious?"

"How could an older sister treat her own sister like that…"

My mother's expression was grim too, and she shot me a hard glare.

I met every gaze without a flicker of expression.

When Olivia finished and stepped down from the stage, she suddenly lost her footing and pitched straight toward where I stood.

On instinct, I tried to move out of the way.

But it was already too late.

Her body swept past me, knocked over a table, and then crashed through the glass railing behind me.

Screams erupted on all sides.

Everyone rushed to the railing.

The Sky Garden was on the hotel's top floor, the sixty-eighth.

A fall from there left no chance of survival.

I stood where I was, staring at the wreckage on the ground, my body cold.

The exact same scene as the last life.

It didn't take long before someone spotted something.

"Her phone! Look at her phone!"

Olivia's phone had landed on the floor, the screen still lit.

On it was a suicide note, just finished, never sent.

The recipient list was everyone in her contacts.

Every word of it bled, accusing me of abusing her, mind and body, for years out of jealousy.

Of even forcing her to go out and earn money to fund my lavish lifestyle.

If she refused, I would beat her.

"I really can't go on anymore. Sister, if there's a next life, I hope we're never sisters again."

"Mom, Dad, I'm sorry. Your daughter has failed you."

The crowd's eyes shifted in an instant, a mix of shock and disgust.

My father's lips trembled with rage, and he suddenly swung his arm at me.

"Animal! You animal!"

My mother had already collapsed to the floor, sobbing.

Gerard charged up to me, gripping my shoulders and shaking them hard.

"Amanda! How could you do this to her! She's your sister!"

His face was full of grief, his bloodshot eyes wide.

His shaking made my head spin, but I suddenly smiled.

Looking at the faces around me, furious, contemptuous, horrified, I spoke each word slowly.

"That's right. I forced her to do it."

I met their stunned eyes and said it again.

"I drove her to her death."

My father raised his hand, ready to give me another slap.

But his wrist was caught by a stronger hand.

A middle-aged man in a dark suit, steady and composed, stood beside me, his face stern.

It was Adrian Dickerson, the most trusted assistant my grandfather had had in his lifetime, and the chief financial officer of our family's company.

Two people in uniform stood behind him, and that uniform belonged to the Financial Regulatory Authority.

My father froze.

"Director Dickerson? Why are you here?"

"I filed the anonymous report." I looked calmly at everyone, my voice landing with weight in the silent Sky Garden.

"I guessed my mother would move the assets out of the trust fund today, so I froze her overseas accounts ahead of time and submitted the evidence."

The official behind Adrian nodded, pulled out a tablet, and turned it toward the crowd.

"Based on the malware packet evidence and the IP address tracing Miss Amanda Harding provided…"

Adrian looked at the hotel manager, who had long since gone slack with fright.

"That so-called suicide note from a moment ago—the IP address where it was written and sent was not in this hotel."

"Because the real Miss Olivia Harding isn't here at all right now."