Chapter 2

But my kindness only fed a viper.

Senior year, she secretly used my name to hook up with billionaire Adrian Chase.

She claimed to be the Connor Group heiress but sent him her own heavily edited beautiful photos.

In my last life, also today, she received Adrian's call about delivering the car and asked me to accompany her to meet him just like this.

I agreed.

Three months later.

Adrian really showed up at the school gate driving that Ferrari.

Kimberly linked arms with me and excitedly went up to greet him.

But when Adrian called out "Rosalie" to the carefully dressed-up her, Kimberly acted like a startled rabbit, pretending not to know Adrian at all, her face blank and innocent as she pointed at 200-pound me:

"You... you must have the wrong person. She's Rosalie Connor."

Adrian's face instantly darkened.

He thought I had stolen Kimberly's photos to deceive his feelings. In his rage, he used his power to destroy my family.

And after my parents and I jumped to our deaths in despair, Kimberly finally found Adrian with tears streaming down her face, crying out her "difficulties":

"Adrian, the person who dated you online was actually me."

"I was too insecure. Your family background is so good, and I'm just a poor student with nothing. I was afraid you wouldn't even look at me, so I used Rosalie Connor's name..."

"That day at the school gate when I pretended not to know you, I wanted to know whether you liked me as a person or just the identity..."

Adrian lovingly pulled Kimberly into his arms and immediately proposed.

"From now on, you don't need to borrow anyone else's name."

"Because in this world, there's no more prestigious name than Mrs. Chase."

What a touching love story.

Too bad it was built on the corpses of my family of three.

"Rosalie, are you not answering because you don't want to come with me?"

Kimberly's voice pulled me back to reality.

I pulled my hand back expressionlessly, avoiding her touch.

"Yeah, I don't want to."

Her expression changed instantly. She leaned close to me, using a volume only we could hear, gently stabbing with her words:

"Jealous?"

"Jealous that I have Adrian? Jealous that he casually gifts me a Ferrari while you can't even get a boyfriend?"

Malice gleamed in her eyes as she smiled.

"Before, you threw money at me and watched me be grateful—felt pretty good, didn't it?"

"Now it's my turn to rise up. Rosalie Connor, that pitiful sense of superiority you had is completely shattered, isn't it?"

"Done talking?" I asked.

Kimberly was momentarily stunned by my flat reaction.

She was about to continue when I already had my phone out, dialing the butler.

"James, immediately stop all assistance to Kimberly Shaw."

"Including her monthly specialized medication."

The butler's voice came through the phone steadily:

"Miss Connor, effective immediately?"

"Miss Shaw's medication for next month was supposed to be delivered tomorrow."

"Of course, effective immediately."

I looked at Kimberly's face gradually losing all color, my voice calm:

"From this moment on, the Connor family won't spend another cent on her."

"And won't provide another pill."