Chapter 3The Heiress's Game: Reborn to Rewrite My Fate

When we were in the club, drinking and dancing wildly to the heavy bass.

Chloe looked genuinely terrified.

It wasn't an act.

A pampered little princess like her had truly never set foot in a grimy, chaotic place like this.

In my past life, when she eventually brought me here, she had made ironclad preparations. She had someone clear out all the dangerous individuals beforehand and planted bodyguards all around us before she dared to step inside with me.

"Chloe, don't just stand there! Come party!"

Armed with the clubbing experience from my past life, I expertly popped open a bottle of high-proof liquor and, before she could protest, forced her to chug several gulps.

"Drink up, Chloe! A good buzz cures everything!"

She choked, unable to speak, her eyes wide with panic.

I took the opportunity to "accidentally" bump into her. She stumbled forward and crashed right into the chest of a sweaty, sleazy older guy.

"Ah! What are you doing! Don't touch me!

"If you touch me again—I'll have my mom ruin you—let go!

"Do you know who my mom is? She's—"

Her words died in her throat as her eyes met mine.

Even in this situation, she chose to hide her identity. She was dead set on finishing her game of "ruining my life."

I laughed coldly in my heart.

I pretended to step forward to protect her, but "clumsily" shoved her even closer to the sleazy guy.

I clearly remembered that in my past life, this was exactly how she pushed me toward a man riddled with incurable diseases, and then...

I clenched my fists so hard my knuckles turned white.

Eventually, the sleaze got bored, muttered, "Dammit, she's flatter than a board," and turned away.

Chloe's eyes were full of humiliation. Her rims were red, and her lip was bleeding—I didn't know if the guy bit her or if she bit it herself in panic.

"I'm so sorry, Chloe. I didn't protect you."

I pretended to cry in a panic. "Let's call the cops! The police will definitely—"

"Absolutely no cops!"

She cut me off instantly.

"Why? That was basically assault!"

I played dumb.

I knew exactly why. Because her mother, Victoria Sterling, was a major power player in Boston. She was currently in the middle of a massive corporate acquisition and couldn't afford even a whisper of negative PR.

And her father, Richard Sterling, the CEO of Sterling Enterprises, didn't give a damn about Chloe or her mother. He was busy keeping a mistress—his first love—and an illegitimate daughter on the side.

The mistress and the illegitimate daughter were watching the Sterling empire like hawks.

If rumors of Chloe being involved in a sordid nightclub scandal leaked, her ruthless father would absolutely abandon her and pivot to grooming his favored illegitimate daughter instead.

So she didn't dare.

She could only swallow the humiliation. "I... I don't have any money or power. I'm scared he'll come after me."

"Oh... I guess you're right..."

I nodded helplessly, then shook my head vigorously.

"Then let's never come back to a place like this again. I had no idea it was so dangerous."

"No, no, no! This was just a fluke!" She grew even more frantic, terrified that this would traumatize me and I wouldn't return to this den of vice. "Besides, didn't we come here to have fun? I had a great time! We should definitely come back!"

"Really?" I acted worried.

"Of course! Look at me—" She forced a smile brighter than the sun, purposefully swaying her hips to brush against random guys, even hiking her short skirt up dangerously high. "Sarah, you should come have fun too!"

She was enthusiastically inviting me to join in.

Little did she know, every single move she made was being watched by someone standing not too far away.

His face was a mask of absolute disgust.

And I had known from the very beginning that he would be here tonight.