Chapter 4The Heiress's Game: Reborn to Rewrite My Fate

By the time Chloe crawled back through the school gates, reeking of cheap alcohol, it was past midnight.

She was utterly humiliated and exhausted. I could hear her stifled sobbing from the top bunk.

But I felt absolutely nothing.

Once the top bunk finally fell silent, I quietly got out of bed, grabbed my textbook and pen, and headed up to the dormitory roof.

Here, I was closest to the bright, silver moonlight.

Under the glow of the moon, I reviewed the day's math lessons.

Everything was quiet, save for the gentle summer breeze.

Having lived through the displaced, horrific misery of my past life, just having the chance to hold a book and study made me feel unspeakably blessed.

The wind brushed against my face. I pulled that crumpled piece of paper from my pencil case. Fate is in my own hands.

I unfolded it gently. On the back, written by my ten-year-old self, were my dreams.

[Get into Harvard.]

[Take Mom away from this dead-end town.]

I will make them come true.

Hope and hard work are the greatest things in this world.