My Sister Hopes to Replace Me

I was reborn.

In my past life, I opposed my sister's relationship with that punk, and she and the punk conspired to sell me off to a remote mountain village.

Passed from one household to another, I became a tool for bearing children in the village.

Meanwhile, my sister and the punk lived a cozy life, seizing all my family's wealth.

At my parents' hospital beds, my sister revealed the whole truth about selling me off, enraging my mom and dad so much that they both passed away.

Given a second chance at life, if she wanted to be with that punk, I wouldn't say a word against it!

1

"Dad, he's not some delinquent. That's called personality! Do you even get what personality is?"

When I opened my eyes again, I found myself in a bright, warm home filled with a faint fragrance. The table held delicious, carefully prepared food, and my closest family surrounded me. I felt dazed. Had I really escaped that mountain village?

After hearing Wanda's words, I chimed in without hesitation. "Yeah, Dad, dyeing hair is pretty normal for young people these days. You can't just slap negative labels on him because of it. If Wanda likes him, he must have something special. Just let her make her own choice."

As soon as I spoke, all three people at the table stared at me in surprise.

In my past life, I treated Wanda like my own flesh and blood, always sharing the best with her. Wanda listened to me, sweet and obedient.

Wanda was an abandoned baby my mom and dad found on the street. Feeling sorry for her, they brought her home and raised her as their own daughter. Whatever I had, Wanda never lacked.

But everything changed after she got involved with that punk.

From a good girl, she turned into a rebellious, street teenager.

Out of kindness, I tried to talk her out of it, strongly opposing her relationship with that shady punk.

But my good intentions brought disaster upon me.

Wanda wanted to run off with the punk, but they had no money. So they turned their sights on me, selling me to traffickers.

In that remote mountain village, I endured inhumane treatment, passed between households, reduced from a wealthy heiress to a childbearing tool.

That heartless Wanda drove my mom and dad to the hospital with rage, then shamelessly took over all our family's wealth, moving in with the punk like she owned the place.

Since fate gave me a second chance, I swore I wouldn't let our family fall into that same misery again.

2

With my careful nudging, my mom and dad softened their opposition to Wanda's relationship, though they didn't exactly support it either.

After dinner, Wanda sneaked out.

I knew she was off to meet the punk, so I followed her.

"Seriously, baby? Your dad actually agreed to us being together? Well, in that case, I've got to pay him a visit and bring a big gift for your dad. Problem is, I'm a bit short on cash lately. That company I invested in still owes me money..."

From a short distance away, I overheard the punk sweet-talking Wanda, fishing for money.

Too bad she was too smitten to see through his words. She immediately said, full of concern, "Baby, are you getting by okay? Should I ask my dad for some money? You know all my money comes from my sister, and she definitely won't give me much. Maybe I can borrow some from my friends first?"

William's face lit up for a moment before he put on a fake frown. "How could I take your money, baby? I'm working hard for our future together. You know your dad looks down on me, so I've got to hustle to make something of myself and make you proud. It's just... I need a bit of capital. By the way, is your sister home?"

William played Wanda like a fiddle, keeping her wrapped around his finger.

When I heard him mention me, a chill ran through me. My soul trembled, as if I were back in that past life, sold off to the mountains, passed between households, and cursed at by strangers.

"Why are you asking about her?"

"To talk business with your sister."

That "business" was the deal that cost me my life, William explained in a low voice to Wanda.

I watched as Wanda went from resisting the idea to eagerly agreeing, her face lighting up with excitement.

"You can really make that much money? Then after you cash in, just buy her back. She's at home. Wait here, and I'll trick her into coming out."

As expected, Wanda didn't hesitate to betray me again.

This was the sister I cherished for over a decade, ready to sell the sister who stood by her for years into hell for her own selfish desires.

That night, back at home, Wanda came to my room as predicted, inviting me to go out for some fun.

I acted surprised. "This late? It's already dark. It's not safe for girls to go out. Why don't we bring Mom and Dad along?"

Wanda shot down the idea right away, then climbed onto my bed, clinging to my arm and whining. "It's just for a little bit. There's no danger. You are my sister. What, you think I'd do something to you?"

Seeing Wanda's playful pout, I asked her seriously, "I'm definitely your sister. Are you sure you want the sister who's been by your side for over a decade to go out tonight?"

"Of course! It's just a short walk from home. Stop dawdling. There's no danger. I'm your sister. You think I'd hurt you?"

Though I had braced myself for Wanda's answer, when she said it out loud, my heart still sank, cold as ice.

Fine then, Wanda. Don't blame me.

3

When I followed Wanda to the nearby alley, I stopped short. Before she could react, I picked up a brick from the ground and struck the back of her head with precision.

Wanda didn't even have time to scream before she collapsed. I quickly hid behind a large locust tree nearby, waiting for the traffickers to show up.

People in the alley heard the noise and rushed out-two men and a woman. They cautiously checked the surroundings, then swiftly bagged the person on the ground and tossed her into the back of a van.

The punk, though confused about why Wanda didn't show, forgot about her once he got the money. He left the scene humming a tune.

The van started up in front of me, carrying away the nightmare that haunted half my life.

This time, it was your turn to enter hell, Wanda. I wondered if you'd survive the inhumane torment.

4

The next day, my mom and dad noticed Wanda was gone and asked me, "Where's Wanda?"

I ate my delicious breakfast slowly, replying calmly, "It's all Dad's fault. You didn't approve of her and that punk, so they ran off together last night."

"What?!" My dad exploded the moment I spoke, blaming my mom. "You shouldn't have brought her home back then. Falling for a lowlife like that? It's a joke to everyone!"

She was still the daughter they raised for over a decade, so my mom softened. "Should we send someone to look for her? She's just a girl. What if she gets hurt out there?"

Seeing the worry on my mom's face, I thought of the tragic second half of her and my dad's lives in my past life. They worked hard for their children, only to be betrayed by the one they raised, dying of rage in the hospital.

My heart ached, and my hatred for Wanda grew even stronger.

After finishing my last bite of bun, I smiled to comfort my mom. "Don't worry. Wanda took every single card with her when she left. As long as we don't freeze the cards, she'll do just fine on her own out there."

My mom thought about it and nodded. "That makes sense."

When I stepped back into school, my heart swelled with gratitude.

I thanked the heavens for giving me a new life. I vowed to seize this chance and live a brilliant life of my own.

"Vivian? Where's your sister?" My friend spotted me in the crowd and peered behind me, asking with suspicion.

"Oh, she ran off with that punk William." I answered calmly.

Wanda's grades weren't good enough to get into the same university as me, but she insisted on following me. With my dad's money, she managed to enroll in the art department as a transfer student.

She originally had a crush on a senior who liked me. After he rejected her, she got with the punk out of spite.

Looking back, she probably harbored resentment toward me for a long time, just waiting for a chance to lash out.

"Wait, isn't that the punk?" My friend's loud voice drew attention, and the punk noticed us too.

As her sister, I figured I should look out for my brother-in-law.

I flashed a big smile and waved at the punk.

He was so shocked he didn't watch where he was going and crashed into a classmate nearby.

When he saw me approach, he scrambled up from the ground and blocked my path.

I talked to my friend," Go ahead without me. I need to talk to him."

William and I stepped aside, stopping in an empty classroom.

He tested the waters nervously. "Vivian, why are you here? Where's your sister?"

I smiled and shot back, "If I'm not here, where should I be? And didn't my sister run off with you?"

My voice echoed in the large, empty classroom. I watched his face flush red, then turn furious. "Who ran off with her? Don't pin everything on me! I don't know anything!"

I stepped closer to him, teasing. "I didn't say anything. Why are you so nervous? Or... did you do something guilty?"

I backed him into a corner. His legs shook, and he could barely meet my eyes. A knock at the door saved him, and he shoved past me, fleeing in a panic.

5

In the days that followed, I threw myself into my studies.

To avoid the mistakes of my past life, I signed up for boxing classes, minored in economics, and picked up some legal knowledge too.

At the same time, a startup project I led won a national gold award, earning me a spot in a top graduate program at a top university.

The school held a special ceremony to honor me.

My dad was incredibly proud and used his connections to bring in media outlets to interview me and cover my achievements.

Amid the busyness, my birthday arrived.

My mom and dad wanted me to start learning management at the company. They planned a birthday party to help me build connections.

That night, at the grandest hotel in Jasperville, I wore a high-end gown and walked arm-in-arm with my dad, greeting various big shots.

"Hey, Horace, didn't you have another daughter? Why didn't you bring her out to meet everyone?"

Someone mentioned Wanda, and I saw my dad's smile freeze before he brushed it off. "She's a disappointment. Let's not talk about her."

Speak of the devil, and she appeared.

After a few rounds of drinks, the police approached our family. They said they'd been cracking down on a trafficking ring. The traffickers got away, but they found Wanda among the victims.

The atmosphere at the banquet turned awkward. The tactful guests left, but some stayed to watch the drama, even calling in a few media outlets to report.

Finding Wanda so quickly caught me off guard, but it didn't matter. It was even better that she came back alive. Surviving a place like that was the real hell.

As we stepped into the room, a pregnant woman with a hoarse scream lunged at me. The police nearby stopped her just in time, and she collapsed to the ground, her throat still rasping.

"Is that Wanda?"