Once upon a silver fox: PEEKABOO BITCH

Sibra woke up from her sleep sweating and shivering. Her feline-like eyes were widened in horror as she stared into space for a very long time before recovering.

Just a few minutes ago, her so-called fiancee of many years decided to kill her because she had harmed the love of his life.

Sibra is a rich girl, the only daughter of the Ahn family, owner of the biggest telecommunications company in Nickel, the fourth richest family in Nickel. She is the One, the IT girl everyone strives to be. Everyone wanted her icy visuals, model-like figure, fat account, and the ideal fiancee until she turned out to be the wrong daughter due to a mistake in the hospital. Then no one wanted her.

A creepy laugh left her pale lips. Booms of thunder that caused the windows to rattle filled the night sky, cracks of lightning painted the sky silver, illuminating her pale face till her shaky dark orbs were seen contrasting.

The heroine of this book, this world, Ahn Solar, was the biological daughter of Ahn's family and, due to an unfortunate incident at the hospital, was swapped with another baby, leading to her misery.

The Ahn family she was sent into was different from her true Ahn family. They were poor, patriarchal and treated her like a slave, she was not even allowed to attend school. But as the female lead with supreme power, not only was she blessed with a Magical Goodluck System that taught her everything she needed to know. She also saved a boy when she was young, that ended up being a rich and powerful CEO, but that was another story for another time.

Sibra grew up to be a narcissist. With the immense amount of love she grew up with and the endless amount of fans praising her beauty, not to mention her fiancee, Nolan Kim. He was the most wanted bachelor on Nickel, it was not surprising why she was this way. She loved pretending to be innocent in front of people but was a terrible person in private. Until, Mr and Mrs Ahn discovered the truth due to an accident.

After learning the truth, the parents of this wealthy family completely ignored 18 years of familial love. Instead, they favoured their biological daughter, announcing the truth of their birth and leaving Sibra in an awkward position in the house.

Everything started going wrong for Sibra. She, who was an emerging artist in the entertainment industry with a 'luxurious icy beauty persona' gain so much hate for being a fake daughter who separated a child from her parents for 18 years.

However, what crushed her most was the fact that the man she chased after for many years, who was always cold and distant to her, was so in love with Solar, he wouldn't even let her walk on the ground. Sibra was driven mad by jealousy and did everything she could to destroy their relationship. Unfortunately, she ended up with numerous injuries to her face and was forced to work as a prostitute in the red district.

Who is Sibra? A selfish person who loves a bit too much, a person who would rather ruin her property than give another person. Who was Nolan? The standard overprotective male lead designed to destroy all the female lead's enemies. It was not even a competition. She lost without even starting the fight. And her loss cost her her life.

When Ahn Sibra returned to her mind, she felt different emotions go through her Anger? Sadness? Regret? Or the ever boiling shame? There were so many things running through in her mind, it was difficult to grasp a particular feeling.

No matter what she felt, she was unwilling to end up the way she did in her past life. Her biggest injury was the degradation she received from others.

"I should make money, lots of it." Her voice, just like her appearance, was icy, soft and filled with venom. Going from being rich to poor is more difficult than moving from poor to rich. With the amount of embarrassment she suffered in her previous life, she won't let herself live through that again.

In her memory, today was the day her parents found out the truth, and judging by the time, they were already aware of the truth. Then they began searching for their original daughter. After they found her, she could not get along with Solar so she was kicked out and her life was ruined.

Sibra stood up from her bed, trying to put her memories in place. Goosebumps formed on her skin due to the sudden chill brought by the rain, and the fact that her nightdress was very thin. Ignoring those factors, she walked to where she suspected was the wall and traced her palms on it, until her hand met the switch.

When she switched on the light, light flooded her room and the rosy Barbie doll room could be seen. This used to be her aesthetics, pink, pink and pinker Her fashion sense used to includes ruffles, floral, patterns,floral motifs,polka dots, decorative bows,flared cuts,defined waist peplums, jewelry with floral motifs,use of pink color in makeup because she took herself as a pretty princess, goddess of royalty.

An angry tear left her eye. The bitch in her wanted to unleash her terror on this room but the woman in her who had been through the worst shackles of poverty knew that she could not afford to, so she took the hem of her long night dress and dragged herself to her kitchen, to find something cheap enough to destroy.

Let's chop a carrot to get rid of this anger. I can also cook it after it has been chopped and it will not be wasted.

That is a smart idea, her brain agreed. Let's make fried rice with it. After much thought, she pulled out a carrot from the fridge, and after much thought, took an onion from the shelf.

Chop. Chop. She cried as she chopped the onions, making sure her voice was muffled even though only she lived in her apartment.

28 years! What has she done for 28 years? Try to win her father's approval, become the leader of their social circle so her parents don't get embarrassed. Run after the fiancee who kept rejecting her, because she knew that they needed a successful marriage to increase their position. Make sure her senior brother accepts her even when he hates her for no reason. Follow strict family rules.

What did they give her? No love, no time to spend with them, constant humiliation, rejection, money like she was offering them a service. And then that bitch showed up and they spent all their time with her. And those fans who always praised her, they were quick to abandon her when she could not satisfy their imagination and pour all their frustrations on her.

Tears flowed like broken pearls from her eyes. In her last life, Sibra never allowed herself to cry since crying was a symbol of weakness according to the Ahn family books, but now...

"I am not part of their family!" Chop! "I am not part of their family!" Chop "I am not part of their..."

Gbam.

The tears in her eyes dried instantly and she stopped chopping. She held the knife tightly, her gaze chilled.

"This does not taste good," the voice that spoke was somewhat high pitched. It was difficult to tell if it was a girl or a boy that spoke because even though it sounded delicate, it lacked the usual feminine touch.

As she tightened her grip on the knife, she forced herself out of the room into her living room where the voice came from.

"Ugh!" the person sounded as if they were gagging. "Why does her food taste so terrible?"

Her? Whoever the person was knew she was a girl. Intentional murder? Kidnapping? Or rape? Sibra wasn't sure, but she wasn't interested in finding out. She did not get reborn to be messed with by a freak, not after she survived red district.

When she entered the living room, she saw a large mass of hair covering her fluffy couch. The body lay on the chair with its legs crossed, dressed in a crimson robe that looked like it was taken from a historical fantasy drama. No wait, that was a boy's robe.

His lips quivered as he felt the cold metal on his neck and felt his heart race a little faster. As he raised his eyes, he swept her into the infinite dark abyss. The boy's face was like a piece of art with delicate features, pale skin that glistened like mirrors. He looked so flawless, so unreal but she refused to be tempted.

"Who sent you here? You better speak if you don't want your throat slit."

At this stage, nobody should want to kill her yet. How come he is here? The boy's next words made her freeze in fear.

"You can see me?"

Wang Winter was his name. He was very irritating.

"I still can't believe that you can see me!"

I still can't believe I can't kill you!!!!!!

Sibra came this time to live a better life and not babysit an ancient ghost.

"I can hear your evil thoughts," he said with a small smile.

"Shut the fuck up!"

"You know, things like these are what made people not like you in your previous life."

As she watched him, she suddenly threw the knife. The knife flew out of her hands and was directed straight towards his heart. It got close to him and passed through him, landing on the wall where several others were.

Did she forget to mention that he could search through her memories and see everything that happened in her past life? Fucking amazing.

Winter held his chest in fright, a deeply terrified look on his face. "You," he told her, pointing his finger, "lack manners."

"I do," Sibra replied, sitting on the chair opposite him, "but I have tons of knives. Do you wanna see?"

"Of course not."

Things pass through him, he floats, he doesn't smell, and he passes through walls. Sibra's numerous tests convinced her that he was a ghost, but he was still annoying. How will she get rid of him?

"What do you mean get rid of me?" He squealed out, looking very offended, "I was in this building before you were born!"

From under her sofa, Sibra pulled another knife and he hmmped. Knives were a big part of her. Her eldest... no, she was not really related to Devin by blood. Devin gave her a knife when she was right and told her to go kill herself, she always took him as those sadistic male leads in stories, not that she was wrong, he did get into a toxic relationship with Solar's best friend, but ever since that day, she tried to see the positive of things and force herself to assume that he meant well and was just trying to tell her to protect herself in his twisted way.

Therefore, she purchased tons of knives and developed a small knife and gore obsession, never leaving the house without a knife, which actually saved her life several times.

Winter noticed her weird smile and felt terrified. Stop smiling like that." He was a ghost... but she did come back from the past after dying and might know how to kill him. He did not want to die yet.

"Why are you even in my house in the first place?" Sibra asked, toying with the knife in her hands. Seeing Winter raise a perfectly carved eyebrow at her, she paused her lips in envy, stupid fox face, "don't you have other ghost people to visit?"

"First of all, fox face is not actually an insult to me since I am the prince of the Imperial Royal Silver Fox clan," he said sassily. Her eyes darted to the blade in her hands and back to his neck, with a small smile on her face, he gulped.

"Actually, ghosts are not supposed to be in this world," he explained. "I am an exception since normal ghosts get guided to Hotel Del Luna but I was here on a mission and can't stay there."

"Hotel Del Luna? Mission?"

"Hotel Del Luna is like a reception hall before you go to the afterlife," he explained offhandedly, opening yet another bag of cheese balls. "I am from fairyland..."

"Fairy? You look pretty demonic with that vixen face of yours. It is as if you are expected to seduce the whole earth. Aren't foxes evil creatures?"

"Hey!! What are you saying? You are the evil creature! Your whole family is filled with evil creatures !" His rant ended as soon as she made a small twirl with her knife, "I mean... foxes are not evil creatures. We usually get tested before we can attain godhood and become adults. Losing your powers for a lifetime is part of that test. But during the process of my test, we got attacked by those fucking tigers and I was unable to sync with the mortal body I am supposed to be in."

"You don't like tigers."

"I detest those stupid creatures," he growled angrily taking a bite of his cheeseballs. "They are such unruly, uncultured and uncivilized creatures."

"That is weird. My name Sibra is actually a short form for Siberian tiger," she said softly, "They are the biggest tigers in existence." the knowledge and the eerie tone she used to tell him made him shiver in fright. She loved the way his doe eyes widened and his face turned pale, it almost made her laugh.

"Leave my house."

"I can't... No, I won't."

"Do you have a mental illness? I could do a free dissection procedure to check for you."

"Stop trying to scare me, I am not afraid!" he yelled at her. Sibra tilted her head and watch him coldly. He mentally cried.

The Sibra he knew used to be an airhead with a bearable personality, a little cruel but that was adoring. Sibra looked like she was prepared to kill anyone, and as per her memories, she actually brutally killed many people in the red district when they murdered one of her friends without being caught. Things like murder and hiding bodies, she was a little too familiar with them.

"I-I want you to help me..."

"Help you?"

"Yes. Somewhere in this world, there must be a clone of my body I can sync with..."

"Not interested." she told him plainly, standing up, "I just want you out of my house."

"Even if l leave your house, you will still see me because only you can see me."

"Then make sure I don't."

"I won't do that." he argued, floating after her, "I will make sure I stick to you until you change your mind. I will glue to you so badly I might as well be a skin."

Sibra turned back to him, adding, "I'm pretty sure that I will soon find something that will hurt you." His lips fell into a pout. Sibra for a split second thought he looked cute. No, she shook her head to get rid of the sissy boy's hold on her, "the internet is filled with a lot of things I will have fun experimenting with."

"I will only appear when we are in public and people will think that you are crazy," he said crossing his arms."then the doctors will have fun experimenting on you."

Sibra threw him a vicious look, rolling her eyes when she realized that he was right. He was so annoying, people will definitely think she is loco when she starts throwing knives into empty space. Winter smiled when he knew he had succeeded in his plans.

"What do I gain from this?"

"Money. I have a lot of money." He pulled out a glass card from his clothes and twirled it on his jade like fingers. How were his hands so perfect, they were long and lean, with no visible scars or blemishes. Even his nails looked flawless.s. Stupid vixen.

"Thank you for your praises," he said with a cheeky smile, Sibra glowered at him but he did not mind, "You need many money right? State the price and I will send it to you right now for our cooperation..."

"You are so dumb," she scoffed, "State the price and I will send it to you," she mocked in her most convincing imitation of his voice, "do you think you are a CEO from a drama? How do I want to explain to the bank where that much money came from?"

Winter blinked once. Then blinked again. All his familiarity with the modern world came from his intense drama binging since he was too lazy to find out for himself. It turns out that dramas were lies. His worldview fell apart that very second.

Sibra noticed she had broken him, and tried to collect the card from him. Keyword TRIED. Her hand just passed through the card like she was the ghost. The hell?

"No, you can't take it," Winter explained to her. "It only works with me."

Only work with... Sibra glared at him and entered her room; he followed her instantly and locked the door behind him.

"Once I turn human, I will pay you your money. How about we make it look like stock or an investment? Don't be angry, okay?"

"30 billion AES," she started, gesturing with her fingers. Ahn's family net worth now stood at 100 billion dollars, but that was all properties. Their cash flow was not up to 16 billion.

"Find a way to transfer 30 billion to me without the government finding out and I will TRY to help you find your stupid body." she sat on her bed and crossed her legs.

"Thank you."

I hope your body is that of a 78-year-old man on his deathbed.

"That was rude." Winter pouted, sitting next to her. Her eyes fell on him, and his ass on her bed, then back to him again.

"What?"

"What is what? Why are you on my bed?"

"But I've always slept here," he responded cluelessly.

AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!

Just after she chased that psycho away from her room, her cellphone dinged and she had to pick it up.

Sister Sibra, don't forget about the live stream tomorrow night at 8, we are talking about global warming.

For some reason, she could read the message in the fake preppy voice of her manager. Ann, the manager, was one of the main reasons for her ruin in her first life. Sibra has an unforgiving spirit, of course, she won't let her go.

Sure thing, she texted back, I already forgot, thank you for reminding me, I will make sure I use the live stream for something meaningful. Her eyes glowed under the light from the screen; but despite the soft smile on her face, her eyes were as cold as ice.

Sleeping peacefully in her bed, Sibra shifted closer to her pillow, sniffing in the soft scent accompanied with it. There was a little bit of flora mixed with mint and sea, different from what she was used to. Although Sibra wasn't familiar with the brand, she found it addictive. Not to mention the coolness accompanied by the pillow and the tight ends she could feel round her waist... wait, what?

She opened her eyes sharply, shocked to see the flawless face in front of her. Even when he slept, he still had a pouty baby face, with his lower lip sticking out, and a little mumbling. His eyelashes were like butterfly wings casting a small shadow over his eyes. However, Sibra wasn't in the mood to enjoy such a striking image.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!"

Her scream woke him up, "Ahhhhhhh!!!" he jumped on top her, hiding behind her, "help me! Guards!!!! Ahhhhhh!!"

He screamed for a very long time before he realized that the person screaming was no longer screaming. He opened one eye, then the other, shocked to see the murderous glare on Sibra's face.

"What are you doing in my bed?"

"I'm so used to sleeping next to you, I can't sleep... Ahhhhh!!!"

His scream was as loud as a banshee's when Sibra pinched his waist.

"This is abuse!! This is abuse!! Help!!"

Sibra noticed something about Winter. Her hands can touch him, but weapons can't, so if she wants to kill him, maybe strangling?

"Sibra, be nice!" he whined, running away from yet another slipper throw even though it would go through him.

...

"I have many things to do," Sibra muttered looking at her apartment, her cameras were turned on, she planned to sell everything in here as an auction to her so called fans, she knew that those old greasy uncles would spend their life savings on it but she was not bothered. Things like caring about fans and taking them as a second family no longer freaked her out. They are a bunch of mindless creatures, easily swayed towards what is trending. She no longer cared for such people.

Her style was a little mediocre today compared to her usual glamorous self. Her hair was in a messy bun and she wore a pale pink slip on dress with white slippers.

"I'm thinking of changing my style and hence, I will sell everything in this room, from my books, to the apartment as a whole."

"Who are you talking to?" Winter asked curiously, after glancing around.

The cameras, she thought.

"Those things used to film dramas?"

She nodded and no longer paid him any attention.

In two years, I'll officially become an adult," she continued packing her books in a box, "recently, I've been rethinking this princess-in-pink attire that I always wear. I don't think I am a princess, I don't think I will ever be a princess. Unlike princesses, I never had anyone to shield me from the bad of the world. I have always been the one doing everything myself, must be a tiger thing."

Her eyes met Winter who was carefully searching for cameras on the wall and walking like a duckling. A snort left her lips.

What are you doing?

"I am searching for the camera," he explained, looking up. "I want to see how I look on the big screen, since I can't do that in the mirror."

"You can't show either on a camera, ghost boy," she mocked.

"Be nice."

She ignored him yet again, and he went to sit on the bed in anger. "People always think that a girl should be lovely and kind, cutely dumb, can hold a conversation and depend on men for bills. There is this strict beauty standard enforced on us. Even though males have similar standards, only celebrities follow them, unlike females, where even 6-year-old children know the beauty standard by heart," she explains.

"The duplicity of wanting a natural beauty who matches all the standards is very funny because we are all humans, not robots. If you want a perfect girl, create an anime character because even I know of my shortcoming,"

Winter was interested in the way she spoke, it was calm and soothing, she did not use falsetto, and it honestly sounded like a lullaby to him.

"Everybody is different, the key thing is to find yourself. Fashion gives us the freedom of expression. If being a princess is your fucking dream then slay honey. However, I'm still on that path of finding myself through fashion and I don't want to tie myself to one path, so until then, you guys will probably be seeing different style from me. My goal is to get through this journey quickly before I become an adult.

The video was not meant to be long,just something to hype her followers for the auction. She didn't even have to edit it much; she just posted it on her page. She was just an influencer but she had over 30 million fans, comparable to most A-listers. Before an hour, she had over one million hearts and tons of comments on the video.

[Ahhh!!!! Queen!!]

[How can Sibra look so pretty in just a plain dress and no makeup?]

[That plain dress cost over your future darling!]

[I can't wait to see Sibra's full wardrobe. I will sell a kidney if I have to, to buy an outfit from there.]

[She is so rich already, why does she have to use this medium to flaunt her wealth?]

He read as many comments as he could in a girly tone, with fake accents. Sibra rolled his eyes at his excessive happiness. He is a lazy person. He can't help me back but he can do a lot of unnecessary things.

Luckily, the red district built her up for this, but, this body was also not used to that amount of work and easily got tired. Luckily she was able to persevere and keep up with it... after numerous breaks.

...

"Are you done?"

"No."

"How about now?"

"No."

"How about..."

"I just told you no," Sibra raised her head from her painting to glare at the pouty Winter. It wasn't like he was uncomfortable, it was just sitting on a chair and facing her, but for some reason...no, because of the packet of cheese balls in front of him, he won't sit still.

"Sibra..."

"Shut the fuck up," she said, placing the last stroke of paint. "I am done."

Thrilled, he leapt to his feet and rushed to view the master piece Sibra spent many hours on. The smile on his face dropped when he saw what was on the paper.

"What is this?"

Sibra glanced at the colourful matchstick figure and said with a straight face. "You."

"Me?" horror, annoyance, sadness, disbelief, the variety of emotions that passed through his face in a very short while made her mood better. "Me!! This is me!! You spent that amount of time to paint this and call it me!! Sibraaaa!"

The amount of grief in that last word pleased her a lot. She smiled at him. "I was just joking."

She brought out another painting from the table next to her and handed it to him. Winter stared at the painting obsessively, a little too engrossed. "Hey! This is me."

Really, I thought it was my pet monkey before.

"That is rude," he cried out pouting at her, "but I will let it go since this painting is so pretty," he ended with a smile, picking up the painting, "you are so talented."

Objects that were not even present were added, such as a golden throne that replaced the soft, ugly pink chairs. The man's hair was loose and wild, and with a taunting smile on his face, his beauty seemed bewitching, almost demonic. He loved it a lot.

"Thank you."

Sibra mentally gagged. I am so rude to you, why are you still so polite? Dummy!

"It is only proper," Winter responded happily, "we fox cannot act like barbarians, those are the works of the TIGERS, ugh."

"Stop reading my mind."

...

It was almost time for the live stream. Before she even came online, there were over a million people waiting for her online.

Winter was the only one who was bothered. The main host of the show was still fixing her hair. She removed her hair from the bun, letting the chestnut locks pour down her back. She was still in her outfit from before, but she had lipgloss and mascara on presently.

"Hurry up!" Winter have never seen such a process and was fascinated at how people can buy other people's clothes. He even agreed to help her with the process just because he was so curious.

When the clock ticked 8, Sibra closed her mascara and came online.

"Hello everyone, my name is Ahn Sibra. Welcome to my first auction."

[Ah Sibra you look so beautiful!]

[Why do you look so unreal?]

[Ahn Sibra, you keep making me question my sexuality!]

[Ah, my love]

A smile formed on her face as she read the comments but her eyes were cold as ice.