Chapter 2

The police arrived quickly.

Brittany and her friends completely panicked.

Even though their families were wealthy, public defamation coupled with suspicion of theft was enough to leave a criminal record on their files.

“I didn’t! You’re lying! When did I steal your necklace?!” Tiffany shrieked.

I looked at her coldly. “I’m just suspecting. Whether you did or not, we’ll know after the police search.”

Brittany tried to maintain her dignity as a member of high society, but her voice was already trembling. “Anya, don’t take it too far! We were just joking around!”

“Joking around?” I advanced on her, step by step, the hatred in my eyes practically overflowing. “Last life, that’s what you said too. You stripped me and filmed it, claiming it was just a joke. You forced me to drop out, caused my grandmother’s death—was that a joke too?”

My voice wasn’t loud, but it pierced their hearts like an ice pick.

Brittany’s face completely lost its color.

She couldn’t understand why I was saying such strange things.

But in front of my eyes, my words caused a surging wave of bullet comments.

【OMG? There’s backstory to this? She suffered that badly in her last life?】

【Is that true? Our protagonist would do such a thing? I don’t believe it!】

【Anyone can say anything without proof, she’s definitely making it up to get out of trouble!】

But there were also different voices.

【Why do I feel like she’s not lying… that hatred in her eyes, you can’t fake that.】

【If that’s true, that’s just heartbreaking.】

【Don’t cry, sweetie, I’m sending you a diamond. It’s even bigger than her three-million-dollar one!】

I felt my pocket grow heavy, a velvet box appearing inside.

The police arrived and took all of us to the station.

On the way, I received a SnapChat from my roommate, Chloe.

“Anya, where are you? Are you still going to the designer showcase this weekend?”

I replied: “Something came up, I’m at the police station.”

There was silence for a few seconds, then a FaceTime call immediately came through. Her voice was full of anxiety: “What happened? Wait there, I’ll have my dad pull some strings right away!”

Hanging up, I watched the street outside the car window blur past, my heart perfectly calm.

This life, I wasn't alone anymore.

With the money from selling my house, I rented the most expensive apartment, bought the highest-quality designer dupes, and on the first day of school, I rented a Rolls-Royce, loudly establishing my persona as a rich heiress.

My three roommates, Skylar, Chloe, and Bella, were all genuinely from high society.

In my last life, I was too insecure to talk to them, and they treated me like I was invisible. When I was bullied, they just watched coldly.

This life, I spoke their language and engaged with them on their terms.

We talked about luxury brands, gossip, and guys. I even knew more about the new collections than they did, because I’d made studying them my homework.

When they realized I had even better taste and was even “richer” than them, they naturally accepted me.

That’s just human nature.