Chapter 1The Girl Who Stole Luck

The first thing I did after being reborn was secretly move my parents' graves.

In their place, I buried the ashes of a stray dog.

Not only that, I poured manure all over the site.

Why? Because in my past life, my boyfriend’s childhood sweetheart insisted on paying respects to my parents with him.

From that day on, my life spiraled into endless misfortune.

Meanwhile, she flourished. She landed a job at a top tech company and even won the lottery.

Not long after, I died of a sudden illness.

My spirit lingered, and I heard her gloating to my boyfriend: "Thanks to your dead girlfriend, I swapped our fates. She had no idea how lucky she was. Now everything that was hers is mine!"

Hearing that, I wanted to scream, to tear them apart.

Then I opened my eyes.

I was back to the day she asked to visit my parents' grave.

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"Sarah, is this where your parents are buried?"

Emily looked at me with wide, curious eyes. I nodded. "Yes, my mom and dad are right here."

Her eyes lit up. She bowed deeply before the tombstone.

"Sarah, let me burn some paper money for them too," she said, smiling sweetly. "It’s just a token of my respect."

In my past life, I was touched by her gesture.

But this time, I knew better. Her "token of respect" was a ritual to steal my luck.

I replied coldly, "No need, Emily. They’re my parents. It’s more sincere if I do it myself."

Emily’s face fell instantly. She turned to look at my boyfriend with misty eyes. "Mark, I just wanted to show my respect! I didn't mean anything else!"

"Sarah," Mark chimed in, frowning at me. "Emily is just being kind. Why are you rejecting her like that?"

I looked at the two of them and sneered internally.

"Fine," I said flatly. "If you want to burn it, burn it."

As soon as I spoke, Emily shot Mark a look.

Mark turned to me. "Sarah, let's go buy some flowers to put on the grave."

In my past life, this was how he lured me away. When we returned, Emily had already finished her ritual.

I asked her what she burned back then. She looked flustered but brushed it off. I didn't think much of it.

Only after I died did I realize she had stolen my family's fortune.

This time, I wouldn't stop her.

After all, the ashes in that grave didn't belong to my parents.

My parents were safe in a cemetery back in my hometown.

The only thing protecting Emily now was... well, nothing good.

As I walked away with Mark, I saw Emily pull out a stack of yellow paper from her bag. I noticed faint red markings on them—her birth date written in her own blood.

I smiled, pretending not to see, and followed Mark down the hill.

When we returned with the flowers, Emily was done.

She took the bouquet from me, beaming. "Sarah, I asked your parents to bless you too!"

I gave her a faint smile but didn't say a word.

Looking at the triumphant glint in her eyes, I couldn't help but smirk.