Chapter 1The Eighth Heiress

After being recognized as the true heiress by the eighth pair of wealthy parents, my mindset collapsed, and I was going crazy.

At the recognition banquet, the fake heiress framed me for throwing her bracelet into the pool.

Facing my parents' questioning, I suddenly felt like dying.

So the next second, I twisted my head and dove straight into the pool, sinking to the bottom in the blink of an eye.

My parents were terrified out of their minds. They frantically fished me out, their faces ashen.

Looking at the fake heiress crying from anger, my brother warned me with a gloomy face: "If you dare to grandstand again, get out of this house!"

Hearing this, I got up and rushed straight towards the traffic: "Sure thing, bro, I'll go out and get hit by a car right now!"

My brother was completely dumbfounded. He dragged me back from the highway in a panic, looking at me like I was a monster.

That night, the fake heiress stood on the roof, acting as if she was about to jump off the building: "I shouldn't have usurped my sister's identity, I'll return it to her right now!"

As soon as she finished speaking, I looked at her hesitant posture, impatiently stepped forward, and pushed her aside.

"So dawdling, let me do it."

Saying that, amid everyone's shocked screams, I cleanly jumped off the roof.

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The wind howled in my ears, and I completely lost consciousness.

When I slowly woke up again, I heard Mia Sterling's whining voice in my ears:

"I really didn't say anything. Sister jumped down herself, I don't know what happened to her either."

Seeing this, my brother Ethan Sterling immediately stepped forward, shielding her firmly behind him in a protective posture:

"Mom, Dad, this must be a trick directed and acted by Chloe Sterling. I think she just wants to use this to frame Mia!"

"If she really didn't want to live, why did she specifically pick a place with a landing platform to jump?"

"Isn't it because she calculated that she wouldn't die from the fall? She simply has bad intentions!"

Ethan saw our parents' eyes waver. Turning his head, he met my newly opened eyes.

His eyes lit up, as if he suddenly thought of something. Without explanation, he dragged me off the hospital bed, pulling and hauling me to the window.

"Mom, Dad, look, this is the thirtieth floor, there's no buffer underneath."

"If she really has the determination to die, why isn't she jumping now?"

"I think she's just putting on an act! Just wanting to frame Mia!"

I had just woken up, my head was still groggy, and my whole body ached. I was just regretting why I didn't die again.

Pressed by him like this, the height of the thirtieth floor crashed into my eyes without any obstruction.

I was instantly delighted.

Ethan was still talking non-stop, while half of my body had already couldn't resist the temptation and climbed out the window.

Halfway through their conversation, they turned their heads and saw this scene.

The air froze for a moment.

The next second, the room completely exploded with screams, dragging, and chaos.

I struggled, I thrashed, I twisted my body desperately trying to edge outward.

The few of them pinned me down with their hands and feet, coaxing and persuading, exerting immense effort before finally dragging me back to the bed.

Ethan still wanted to say something, but just as he was about to speak, he was interrupted by a loud smack from Dad!

"Enough! Shut your mouth right now!"

He fiercely slammed the window shut and locked it, pointing a trembling finger at me, then turning to Ethan:

"Have you ever seen any child attract attention like this?"

"Chloe is your biological sister! Look what you've forced her to become!"

Saying that, Mom and Dad sighed, slowly walking to my bedside: "Chloe..."

Before my parents could get the words out, they were interrupted by Mia clutching her chest and crying:

"It's all because of me that sister has such thoughts. Maybe... I should just leave..."

Hearing this, my parents' movements instantly paused, and their expressions immediately became serious:

"Mia, don't think nonsense! You will always be a daughter of our Sterling family, no one can replace you!"

Ethan even directly blocked in front of her, swearing:

"In this life, I, Ethan Sterling, only recognize you as my one and only sister! No matter who leaves, it won't be you!"

If this were the first time I heard these words, I might still be sad.

Unfortunately, I had heard the exact same words seven times already.

I could recite them backward; all that was left was disgust.

A strong feeling of nausea hit me. Their faces faded in and out of my vision, and in my trance, I remembered the past again.

I was a magnet for bad luck. During my most miserable year, I lost my memory, had no money, and almost starved to death on the streets.

So when the System told me I was the "Chosen One" female lead of true and fake heiress stories, and that completing tasks would earn me generous bonuses.

Just to have a full meal, I agreed without a second thought.

However, the System got the target wrong, causing me to experience the physical and mental abuse plot of the true wealthy heiress seven times in a row.

I was diagnosed with a work-related injury and developed severe PTSD towards the identity of "true heiress."

Just as I was holding a hundred-million-dollar compensation fund preparing to retire, the eighth pair of wealthy parents came looking for me.

"Host, are you really going to abandon the mission? I swear the target wasn't wrong this time, it's your biological family..."

"If you still want to give up, the rules haven't changed. Just die in this world."

I was bargaining with the System in my head.

The next second, Ethan's voice snapped me back to reality.

"Chloe Sterling! Look at the good deed you've done!"

I looked up, meeting his gloomy face.