Chapter 1My Sister Stole the Janitor's Family, So I Took the Billionaire's Empire

In our past life, my sister was adopted by a wealthy family, and I was taken in by a school janitor.

As it turned out, the wealthy family was plagued by toxic infighting. The parents were cold, the older brother was a ruthless bully, and she was eventually kicked out without a single penny.

My adoptive family, on the other hand, was warm and loving. The billionaire heir even fell in love with me, the resilient, innocent poor girl. It was like a plot straight out of a teen romance movie.

Consumed by hatred, my sister murdered me—and we were both sent back in time to the very day we were adopted.

This time, she sprinted ahead and threw herself into the janitor’s arms.

"Sister, this time, it's my turn to be the main character," she whispered to me.

But what she didn't know was that a true main character doesn't rely on her background to win.

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My sister and I were reborn on the exact day of our adoption at St. Jude’s Children’s Home.

Two families stood in the director's office: the Sterlings and the Millers.

The three members of the Sterling family were dressed to the nines. The man wore a tailored suit, the woman was dripping in diamonds. Even their teenage son, Ashton, wore an elite prep school uniform paired with globally limited-edition designer sneakers.

They were the most prominent family in Chicago. Mr. Sterling was a corporate titan whose empire contributed the most taxes in the city, while Mrs. Sterling was a socialite, constantly clinking glasses with A-list celebrities at charity galas.

Their son, Ashton Sterling, was widely known as the untouchable prince of Chicago.

In stark contrast, the Miller family standing next to them looked worn and exhausted.

Both the husband and wife had the rough, calloused hands of manual laborers. They were likely wearing their Sunday best, but faded sweat stains still clung to the collars.

According to the director, they both worked at Oakridge Prep, the most elite high school in the city. The husband was a janitor, and the wife was a cleaning lady.

In our previous life, my sister Maya had chosen the Sterlings without a second thought.

But right now, acting as if she were terrified of being left behind, she launched herself into the cleaning lady's arms.

"Mom! Take me with you! I want to be your daughter!"

"From today on, my name is Maya Miller!"

Amidst Maya's excited cheers, I calmly walked over to the Sterling family.

Just like that, our choices were made, and we were taken to our respective new homes.

As we left the orphanage, I overheard the director muttering to herself.

"How strange. Maya has always been the most competitive, picky girl here. In the past, if a prospective family even looked a bit middle-class, she wouldn't give them the time of day."

"A real billionaire family finally shows up, and she doesn't choose them? Why?"

The director didn't understand.

But I did.