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Synopsis
In my past life, Chloe claimed she found me a great job, but instead she tricked me into an elite VIP lounge to hostess for sleazy clients. She even smeared my name, telling Mom, Dad, and all our relatives that I was a slut.
Unexpectedly, I caught the eye of the city's untouchable billionaire heir, Damian Vance. I became his pampered pet, showered with luxury.
Chloe, on the other hand, was laid off.
Everyone praised me for being far more successful than her.
Consumed by jealousy, Chloe rammed her car into me and killed me.
When I opened my eyes again, Chloe shoved me aside and told the lounge manager that she was the new hire reporting today. That was when I knew she had reincarnated too.
She smiled at me, declaring that before long, Damian Vance would hold her in the palm of his hand.
I smiled too.
Because in my past life, I was never his pampered pet.
I was his human shield.
"Which one of you is the new girl reporting today?"
The voice snapped me back to reality just as Chloe violently shoved me aside.
"It's me! It's me!" she yelled eagerly. "I'm Chloe."
I braced myself against the wall, glancing at her in bewilderment.
Only then did it hit me: she had reincarnated with me.
And we were right back to the day she tricked me into signing a contract at this exclusive VIP lounge.
She frantically scribbled her signature on the contract, her face glowing with raw ecstasy.
The moment the manager walked away, I feigned confusion and asked:
"Chloe, wasn't this the job you set up for me?"
She scoffed, looking at me with pure disdain. "You're nowhere near good enough for this job. Go find some ordinary gig on your own and stop trying to ride my coattails."
I sneered on the inside.
In our past life, right after graduating college, I was ready to hunt for an ordinary job.
Yet Chloe insisted she had pulled strings to get me a phenomenal position, demanding I take it.
Having no other choice, I went.
When it came time to sign the contract, I wanted to read the fine print, but she snapped irritably:
"I'm your older sister! I might be strict with you, but I'd never hurt you. Just sign it already. What's there to look at?"
Trusting her, I signed it.
Little did I know, that contract was practically a deed of ownership.
My workplace wasn't an office at all. I was thrown into an elite VIP lounge to hostess and drink with wealthy clients, living a life worse than death.
Behind their polished exteriors, those powerful men unleashed their inner monsters in the private rooms, using endless sick ways to torment us.
Being groped and force-fed liquor were the least of it.
Burning my hair with lighters, stubbing cigarettes out on my arms, or making me stand against the wall with an apple on my head as a human dartboard—it was routine.
Even now, just remembering it made me tremble all over.
And Chloe was the one who put me through that hell.
My eyes chilled as I looked at her.
She sneered, "You're not as smart or as pretty as me. Giving you this job would be a total waste.
"And let me tell you, it won't be long before I become Damian Vance's woman. When that happens, I'll have the world at my feet! You won't even be fit to wipe my shoes."
In the past, she always hid behind a sweet, caring facade while stabbing me in the back.
Now, before she had even climbed to the top, she already thought of herself as a queen and couldn't even bother pretending anymore.
Hiding my coldness, I acted stunned. "You know Damian Vance?"
She grunted, gritting her teeth. "I just didn't have the chance before, but now it's mine! Don't even dream about Damian Vance. Just wait until you're on your knees begging to serve me!"
I laughed inwardly.
She had already signed the contract.
Her descent into that hell was sealed.
I was going to watch her suffer every single drop of agony I endured in my past life.Chloe went off to work at the lounge, brimming with joy.
That night, she was brought back in the dead of night, her head wrapped in thick bandages.
Mom and Dad were horrified.
They rushed over, frantic, asking what happened.
She lied and claimed she accidentally walked into a tree, telling them not to worry.
I watched her from a distance, feeling a twisted sense of satisfaction.
Having lived through it, one look at the injury was enough to tell me what had happened.
A customer had smashed a liquor bottle over her head.
Once our parents went back to sleep, Chloe glared at me and hissed under her breath:
"Wipe that smirk off your face! This is only temporary. Soon enough, you'll see just how blessed my life is going to be."
I smiled faintly and went back to my bedroom.
Because soon enough, she wouldn't find herself blessed at all.
She would realize she had walked straight into the fiery pits of hell.
Over the next few days, I found a job suited for me.
I became a copywriter at an advertising agency.
My life was quiet, ordinary, and peaceful.
To others, it might have seemed boring.
To me, it was everything I had ever dreamed of.
Meanwhile, Chloe moved out, claiming it was more convenient for her commute.
Mom and Dad didn't object.
But I knew the real reason: she was constantly covered in bruises and terrified they would find out she was working at a hostess lounge.
A few days later, our WhatsApp family chat exploded.
I had casually dropped a "slip of the tongue" in front of our most gossipy aunt.
Sure enough, that aunt stalked Chloe, snapped photos of her at the lounge, and blasted them into the group chat.
In the photos, Chloe was sitting on a sleazy man's lap, giggling and pouring drinks.
Mom and Dad were furious. They called her instantly, demanding she come home right that second.
The moment Chloe walked through the door, she found the living room packed with relatives.
They immediately swarmed her, spitting insults and calling her shameless.
Dad even grabbed an iron rod and swung it at her.
Watching this play out, memories of my past life flashed before my eyes.
Back then, Chloe had stood by with a smug grin, telling everyone I was a slut and that she had tried to stop me from taking such dirty work, but I refused to listen.
Every lie she uttered made Dad strike me harder.
A cold smile touched my lips.
It was finally time to repay the favor.
"Mom, Dad, Chloe chose to work in that filthy place on her own," I said, putting on a heartbroken expression. "She's dragged our family's name through the mud.
"It won't be long before the whole town finds out. What will people say about us? They'll think you raised a disgrace and that our whole family is rotten!"
Chloe's eyes bulged with rage, and she shrieked at me:
"Maya! Stop stirring the pot, you bitch! I'll fucking kill you!"
I raised my voice, sounding terrified.
"Mom, Dad, look at her! Not only does she refuse to admit she's wrong, but she wants to kill me! I'm her own sister!"
Hearing that, Dad lost his mind and beat her even harder.
The relatives chimed in, hurling endless curses.
Chloe shrieked in agony, glaring at me with eyes full of venom.
"Mom, Dad, stop hitting me! There's a reason I'm working there! I'm going to meet Damian Vance soon, and he's going to spoil me rotten! You'll all live in luxury because of me!"
I furrowed my brows and cut in immediately:
"Damian Vance? Who are you kidding? If you know him, call him over right now! You sell yourself out and then make up ridiculous lies. Do you take Mom and Dad for idiots?"
She hadn't even met Damian Vance yet, so there was no way she could call him.
All she could do was glare daggers at me, wishing she could rip me to shreds.
My words fueled Dad's rage, and the blows rained down even heavier.
A wave of pure vindication washed over me.
After beating her black and blue, Mom and Dad demanded she quit the lounge immediately.
Chloe adamantly refused.
Enraged, Dad gave her another thrashing and kicked her out of the house.
As she dragged her suitcase toward the door, I stood in the doorway, watching her with a half-smile.
Just like she had watched me in our past life.
Gritting her teeth, she spat, "Maya, wipe that smug look off your face. Soon, I'll have you begging on your knees. Just you wait.
"When that day comes, you'll be nothing more than my dog."
I chuckled and slammed the door right in her face.
I didn't care to listen to a dog bark.Chloe's reputation was ruined. Mom and Dad were thoroughly disgusted by her, and the relatives ridiculed her in the group chat every single day.
Yet she refused to leave the chat.
She even dropped bold declarations, saying everyone would regret looking down on her.
All the relatives mocked her, asking if she had lost her mind.
Then one day, Chloe dropped a photo in the group chat.
She was sitting in the passenger seat of a Maybach, and a man's sculpted, razor-sharp side profile was captured in the frame.
She sent a gloating voice note:
"Didn't you all look down on me? Take a look at my boyfriend—Damian Vance. The crown prince of this city's elite. A man who holds the entire world in his hands, someone high-society heiresses can only dream of meeting.
"You all thought I was just hostessing, but the truth is, I did it to elevate our family into high society. Once I'm a billionaire, of course I'll help you all out. Don't you get that?
"Whatever. Even though you all badmouthed me, I'm generous. You're my family, so I'll forgive you."
With that, she began spamming massive money transfers in the group.
The relatives and our parents were stunned.
It worked like a charm. The tone of the chat flipped in a heartbeat.
No one insulted her anymore.
Even Mom and Dad eagerly asked about Damian Vance's family background and how deep their relationship went.
Chloe basked in the spotlight like a revered queen.
Watching it all unfold, a mocking smirk curled on my lips.
Because in my past life, I had done the exact same thing.
When I first met Damian Vance, he settled my lounge contract with a single word, led me out of that hellhole, and asked me to be his girlfriend.
Back then, I genuinely believed he was my savior.
I was captivated, arrogant, and used his wealth to slap my family and relatives in the face.
Only later did I realize...
He wasn't my salvation.
He was an abyss far more terrifying.
And right now, Chloe was just like I had been.
She truly thought she had become a princess in a fairy tale.
Well, let her drown in her delusion a little longer.
The deeper she sank, the more agonizing it would be when the fantasy shattered.
After Chloe showered the group with money and bought Mom and Dad a luxury car and an apartment, everyone praised her for being brilliant and capable. Not a single person brought up her past at the lounge.
Riding high on her ego, she came knocking on my door to flaunt.
"Maya, see this? Damian bought this bag for me yesterday. It costs fifty grand! You could slave away at that pathetic job of yours for years and still not afford a single strap.
"Besides, Damian already introduced me to all his elite friends. I'm going to be Mrs. Vance very soon.
"Aren't you dying of jealousy right now? Grinding your teeth in envy?"
Her words only made me want to laugh.
"Damian Vance is the most eligible bachelor in the city. Countless women throw themselves at him. Chloe, why did he fall for you at first sight?"
I looked at her, asking smoothly.
She froze for a second, then propped her hands on her hips, shouting defensively, "Because I'm exceptional! He was captivated by me the second he saw me!"
"You look decent, Chloe, but there are plenty of stunning girls in that high-end lounge. Instead of wasting time bragging to me, you'd better keep a close eye on Damian. What if another girl swoops in and steals your spot?"
Chloe's brow furrowed. She shot me a venomous glare and hurried off.
My words had clearly struck a nerve.
For the next few days, she didn't come around to bother me.
I enjoyed my peaceful, ordinary life.
Over the weekend, my coworker Lily invited me to go shopping at the mall, and I gladly agreed.
Lily and I were each holding an ice cream cone when we noticed a crowd gathering ahead.
Curious, Lily dragged me over to see the commotion.
"You shameless bitch! How dare you try to seduce my boyfriend? Look in the mirror—who do you think you are?!"
The familiar voice made me freeze.
I shifted my position, and sure enough, it was Chloe.
She was grabbing a young woman by the hair, violently slapping her across the face.
When I got a clear look at the woman's face, my breath hitched.
"Slut! Just watch me rip your clothes off and tear your face to shreds! Let's see if you ever try stealing someone's man again!"
Chloe began violently tearing at the girl's clothes.
Just then, a deep, chilled voice cut through the air: "What are you doing?"
The instant I heard that voice, a visceral shudder tore through my body.
I turned around and saw Damian Vance walking toward the crowd.
His cold, menacing eyes swept across the onlookers. When his gaze brushed past me, our eyes met.
A chilling shiver ran down my spine.
Chapters (3)
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Watch & Promotions
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