True Heiress Takes Revenge

The true heiress has been picked up by her parents from the juvenile detention center.
She is cold and violent, wishing to harm everyone, including me, who has taken her identity.
She broke three of my ribs and even tried to push me off the eighteenth floor.
Later, I was sold to a human trafficker in northern Myanmar, where I died.
However, she retracted all her cruelty and pretended to be innocent and naive, going to northern Myanmar alone.
Looking at the moist, sticky, foul-smelling mud covering my neck, I smiled.
In those brief three days in northern Myanmar, I cried all my tears and hoarsened my throat.
Since the day they harvested my kidneys without anesthesia, I seemed to have lost the ability to cry.
At this moment, the sunlight shone on my face, so warm yet stinging my eyes.
I thought to myself that I might finally be liberated.
Before long, several foreign faces laughed as they brought out machetes, playing with my newly bought diamond necklace while gesturing at my heart.
“Boss, we’ve agreed on the price—800,000.”
“Alright, let’s dig it out.”
And so, just like the savage invaders in movies, they swung their knives and opened my chest, taking away my beating heart.
The pain wasn’t a moment; it was an endless torment.
Finally, everything went black before my eyes; I could see nothing.
All I could think about was one thing:
I promised to celebrate my sister's birthday.
But it seemed I could never go back again.
When I opened my eyes again, I was floating in the air and felt no pain at all.
I realized that I was dead.
I silently watched as those people dismembered me, skillfully and numbly preserving my organs like butchers while tossing my empty shell into a shredder, mixing it up and feeding it to the guard dogs at the door.
I was powerless to stop it.
My soul unconsciously floated back home.
I saw Sarah—the true heiress who once beat me like a dead dog and almost pushed me off the eighteenth floor.
At this moment, she surprisingly retracted all her sharp edges and obediently nestled in her mother’s arms.
“Mom, I want to travel to Yunnan.
“The people there are nice, and the scenery is beautiful; it’s just right for me to relax.”
“You know me; I have a strong personality and need to cultivate myself so that I can better serve you in the future.”
These words sounded so fake coming from her.
After all, she was someone who had struggled to survive in gray and black areas of life.
She believed in using violence to counter violence.
She resisted everyone’s approach; let alone letting our parents hug her—she hadn’t even allowed us to touch her once in three years since she returned.
The only time I touched her was when I wanted to cover her with a blanket at night.
Then I had three ribs broken for that gesture.
Dad trembled with anger at that time, and Mom cried until her eyes were red.
They wanted to send Sarah back to the correctional facility for reforming her behavior again.
But I didn’t want that.
It was clearly me who had taken away her life; how could she go somewhere else?
Later on, Mom and Dad also learned to maintain a loving distance from her.
At this time, they hoped day and night that she would “turn over a new leaf” but didn’t notice anything wrong and believed her without hesitation.
“Sarah darling, if you can think like this, your parents will have no regrets.”
“It’s just that Yunnan is close to northern Myanmar; it’s a bit unstable there—how about choosing another place?”
A hint of impatience flashed across her face but quickly disappeared.
“How about this? You can send more bodyguards with me.”
“But don’t contact me in between; I want some time alone.”
After their daughter finally turned around, although Mom and Dad hesitated, they ultimately didn’t refuse her request.
They sent over a dozen bodyguards and that same night put her on a private plane.
“Emily hasn’t been home for almost a week; the police are already looking for her! You must not let anything happen!”
“You two daughters are both irreplaceable!”
Sarah left behind a meaningful smile:
“Goodbye, Mom and Dad.”