Starting Over, I Tear Apart the Fake and Poisonous Best Friend

I won 10 million in the lottery, and my best friend warned me to be cautious of my family.

“Stepmothers always bring ‘stepfathers’! Do you really want to become a doormat for your half-brother?”

I believed her.

In the end, she tampered with my medical records, and I died a slow, agonizing death in a rented apartment.

My father’s hair turned white overnight, while she enjoyed my money, living a carefree life.

Now, given another chance, that treacherous ‘friend’ better stay away from me!

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“Come on, tell me already – how much did you win? Hello? Speak up!”

I snapped back to reality, staring at the lottery ticket in my trembling hand, the date printed clearly. My fingers shook uncontrollably.

I had been reborn!

“How much did you win?”

On the other end of the line, Maeve Kaur’s voice was starting to sound impatient.

Suppressing the overwhelming excitement rising in my chest, I responded, pretending to be cheerful, “Only two hundred bucks, but still, pretty good, right?”

The moment I said that, she lost interest.

“Only two hundred? Ugh, and here I got all excited for nothing. Well, whatever. Let’s still go out for some pizza tonight.

With that, she hung up, not even waiting for me to finish speaking. She had simply assumed I’d be paying.