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Mia cling to Oliver’s arm, her voice dipping with sweetness. “Daddy, please let me come with you! I love you the most, and I’m not scared of hard work at all”
Hearing Mia, who had always been spolled and reckless, say something like that genuinely touched Oliver.
He completely overlooked the scowl on Flona’s face beside him.
“No way, Mia will suffer if she goes with you. I have to take her away.” Fiona stepped in, etermined to put a stop to this.
Mia might suffer with Oliver, but what about mo? It felt like I was being treated like a ghost, invisible, as my parents fought tooth and nall for Mia’s custody.
In the end, Mia’s stubbornness won out, and when she insisted on going with Oliver, Fiona reluctantly settled for me Instead.
I climbed into the luxury car belonging to my stepfather, Logan Moore, while Mia bounced away, hand in hand with Oliver. Boforo thoy loft, sho shot me a look filled with arrogance.
I didn’t care. After all, Flona was woll–off now, while Oliver was scraping by.
In my past life, Oliver had to dodge dobt collectors, dragging me along as we hid from one place to another. I could novor focus on my studios.
His business fallures and Fiona’s departure had hit him hard.
Ho spiraled into self–destruction, drowning his sorrows in cheap booze in a rundown apartment, neglecting everything else.
At school, I was a top student, but I couldn’t afford tuition and had to care for him, which forced me to drop out early and fend for myself.
Mia, born from the same womb, was so much luckler. She was beautiful and knew how to win
our parents‘ affection, making thom adore her.
They always said I should act like an older sister and lot Mia take the lead.
Even after the divorce, It was clear they only wanted her.
But in this life, she chose Oliver, giving him a moment of triumph over Fiona.
As we drove, Fiona began to berate me, saying, “You’ve always been plain and unlikable. Now
that we’re living with Logan, don’t embarrass me.”
It was quite the laugh. Who would ever say such things about their own daughter in front of
others? But I shrugged it off as the car rolled into the affluent neighborhood.
I know Logan was wealthy in my past life, but I hadn’t realized just how wealthy.
He enrolled me in the best private school in the city, complete with a dedicated driver for my daily commute.
Determined to make up for my provious life’s missed opportunities, I threw myself into my
studios.
I worked hard and consistently ranked in the top three of my class.
Fiona, who had previously lapored mo suddenly took an Interest when it came to attending
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Fiona, who had previously ignored me, suddenly took an interest when it came to attending parent–teacher meetings.
Her presence.was met with envy from other parents and praise from teachers.
With Logan having no children of his own, I found myself quite comfortable in this new home.
“Mr. Moore, I’d like to study abroad,” I told him one day.
Before Logan could respond, Fiona was already jumping in, flustered. “What do you mean, study abroad? You’re just a kid. Don’t think just because you’re doing well academically that you
can do whatever you want.”
I learned that sometimes, one could genuinely dislike someone without any reason, even if she was my own mother.
Logan wasn’t the unpredictable tyrant Fiona and Mia had painted him to be. In fact, I found him to be quite intelligent, though proud and sensitive about his ego.
The tension between him and Fiona surfaced shortly after we moved in.
Fiona was nothing more than a pretty face with no brains.
If anything, she and Oliver were a match made in heaven.
Oliver was a classic rich kid who had his head in the clouds and muscles over his brains.
He had married Fiona thanks to a mix of recklessness and money.
When my grandparents were alive, he had a safety net.
But once they passed, Oliver’s so–called friends led him into risky investments, wiping out everything he had inherited.
Fiona wasted no time finding a new partner and divorced him.
My plans to study abroad were thwarted by Fiona’s interference,
But with my current grades, I could easily get into a prestigious university right here at
home.
ne day, Mia arrived, and our housekeeper, Amanda West, greeted her with a bright smile.
“Mia’s here!”
“Ms. West, is my mom home?” Mia asked, her voice laced with expectation.
Amanda replied, “Your mom went shopping, but your sister is upstairs studying.”
I could hear Mia’s footsteps approaching my room. Without knocking, she swung opent my
door.
“Megan, what are you pretending for? No one’s home! You’re working so hard for what?” she scoffed, striding over to snatch my books away.
It was amusing how Mia, raised by Oliver, still made regular visits to this house, always seeking money, jewelry, and clothes from Fiona.
Each time she left, the car was packed to the brim.
Yet, come the next month, she’d be wearing tattered clothes again.
All the good stuff had gone straight to Oliver, who was now not just a drunk but a gambler as
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well.
Flona hated to see Mia struggling undor Olivor’s roof.
She had even discussed with Logan the possibility of bringing Mia to live with us permanently.
Logan had agrood, but Ollvor wasn’t about to let that happen.
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He was still using Mia to squeeze money and gifts out of Flona to support his own lifestyle.
“Studying has made you dumb! What’s the point of all those books? You’ll never be as pretty as me. Evon Mom and Dad don’t like you. You think you’re living the good life? Just remember,
n the one who’s letting you enjoy it! Don’t get too comfortable. It won’t last long.” Mia said,
mmaging through my belongings as if they were hers.
It was true; this room had once boon hor chamber in the past life.
Sho tossed things around carelessly. “Tsk, tsk, tsk. You really don’t know how to enjoy life, do you? What’s all this junk? You just sit hore with your stupid books all day.”
I ignored her, allowing her to wreak havoc in my space.
“Mia? Is that my proclous daughter Mia?” Fiona’s voice chimed in as she entered.
Fiona’s oyos widened at the sight of my room turned upside down.
“What are you even looking for here? Come on, let’s go to my room. I just bought a bunch of
new clothes and jewelry. Tako whatever you like!”
Without glancing at me, Fiona grabbed Mia’s hand and whisked her away
Not a single word of concern for me passed her lips.
Amanda entered, balancing a glass of freshly squeezed orange juice.
She surveyed the mess and started tidying up with practiced ease. “I’ve never seen such a
blased mother before.”
But it didn’t matter; Mia’s good fortune wouldn’t last forever.
Downstairs, a heated argument erupted.
“Unbelievable! All of your things cost me money. But you still have the nerve to keep a boy toy on the side!” Logan’s voice thundered, his temper flaring.
A sharp slap rang out as he struck Fiona across the face.
Mia rushed forward to intervene, but Logan shoved her down to the floor in his rage. “I haven’t
even mentioned your precious daughter! Didn’t you agree to split the girls evenly? Why is she always running over to my place? Every time she comes, half my stuff goes missing!”
Fiona retorted defiantly, “My daughter is taking what’s rightfully mine. Why should you care?”
Logan snapped, “Yours? Look at you! Everything on your body was bought with my money! And now you expect me to support your entire family?”
“Logan, how dare you say that? If it weren’t for your infertility, I wouldn’t be in this mess!” Fiona’s words hit like a punch to the gut, sending Logan into a blind rage.
He lost all reason and began tossing Fiona’s belongings out the window. She tried to stop him but was shoved to the ground in the process.
No one dared to step in; even Mia cowered in the corner, too afraid to move.
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No one dared to step in; even Mia cowered in the corner, too afraid to move. Logan had married Fiona for her beauty and her two children.
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After the wedding, he focused on raising me, almost as if he were grooming me to be his
successor.
But in my past life, Fiona had taken full advantage of that, squandering Logan’s wealth without a second thought.
Mia might have been beautiful, but her mind was as empty as a balloon after a party.
It was one thing to be greedy, but Fiona and Mia took it to a whole new level with their
simplistic thinking.
Fiona had her affairs, and Mia, with no shame at all, bragged about how everything Logan.
owned would eventually belong to her.
Word of her arrogance soon reached Logan’s ears, and it was no surprise; anyone would feel uncomfortable knowing someone was eyeing their fortune while they were still alive.
After, Mia was not his biological daughter. That was a distance between them that was hard to bridge.
In a decisive move, Logan brought his nephew to stay with him, grooming his nephew as his successor while kicking Fiona and Mia out of the house.
This time around, Fiona faced the same fate.
But Logan had no intention of sending me away.
“Megan, you’d be better off with me than with your clueless mother,” he said, and I couldn’t help but feel a surge of relief.
All my previous efforts hadn’t been in vain.
Logan recognized my ambition, intelligence, and vision.
I made it a point to put him first in everything, consulting him on any significant decisions. I even confided in him about wanting to take his surname, something my fashion–obsessed,
brainless mother would never understand or care about.
Fiona refused to leave, insisting she would die in that house.
She underestimated Logan, thinking he was just another weak–willed rich kid like Oliver.
But Logan was a self–made man in the business world, not easily fooled by her petty tricks.
“Amanda, go to the bedroom and pack a few of her things, Logan instructed, summoning
security.
Just like that, Fiona and Mia were tossed out..
As Logan passed my room, he gave my shoulder a reassuring pat. “Megan, focus on your studies. Adult matters don’t concern you.”
I nodded, feeling a mix of gratitude and determination.
Foolish people never changed, no matter how many times they lived through the same
story.
My life continued unaffected.
Fiona, desperate, tried to persuade me to intercede with Logan on her behalf.
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I even confided in him about wanting to take his surname, something my fashion–obsessed,
brainless mother would never understand or care about.
Fiona refused to leave, insisting she would die in that house.
She underestimated Logan, thinking he was just another weak–willed rich kid like Oliver. But Logan was a self–made man in the business world, not easily fooled by her petty tricks. “Amanda, go to the bedroom and pack a few of her things,” Logan instructed, summoning
security.
Just like that, Fiona and Mia were tossed out.
As Logan passed my room, he gave my shoulder a reassuring pat. “Megan, focus on your studies. Adult matters don’t concern you.”
I nodded, feeling a mix of gratitude and determination.
Foolish people never changed, no matter how many times they lived through the same
story.
My life continued unaffected.
Fiona, desperate, tried to persuade me to intercede with Logan on her behalf.
Of course, I wouldn’t entertain that thought.
She bombarded me with calls, hurling the most vile insults she could muster.
Without Fiona’s support, Mia’s life took a turn for the worse.
Her poor grades and lack of interest in school caught Oliver’s attention, and he decided to pull her out entirely, drowning in his own debts.
Meanwhile, I was laser–focused on preparing for the SAT.
Logan was swamped with work and barely home.
Not long after, on my way to school, I was cornered by a gang of thugs.
That day, our family car was in for maintenance, so I was walking home alone.
Just outside the school gates, a guy called out to me, “Are you Megan?”
Before I could respond, he clamped a hand over my mouth and dragged me toward an
abandoned warehouse.
I felt a sharp kick to my stomach, which knocked the wind out of me, leaving me gasping on the ground.
They didn’t say a word; they just started hitting me.
Mia sneered, stepping forward with an air of superiority. “Hey, Megan, how’s life in that fancy mansion? B**ch, I’m honestly impressed. That old man treats you like a queen, and look at Mom? She’s out on her ass. You’re still in that house, huh? I’m dying to know what tricks you’re using. Is it your so–called ‘charm‘ or just your plain Jane looks?”
