Reborn to Watch My Sister Fail

In my past life, when my grandmother was on her deathbed, my twin sister and I were summoned to her side. It was time to divide the family assets.
I drew the lot for the old family estate in the countryside. My sister, Iris, inherited the thriving factory.
A few years later, her factory went bankrupt due to mismanagement. Meanwhile, the dilapidated estate everyone had dismissed was slated for a major development project. The government buyout made me a multi-millionaire overnight.
I became the object of everyone’s envy, a nouveau-riche success story. Iris was left destitute.
When I went to visit her, bringing gifts, she looked at me with pure hatred and plunged a knife into my heart.
“Why should you get so much money without even trying?” she screamed. “I worked myself to the bone for that factory, and I ended up a beggar!”
The pain was absolute. My consciousness faded.
When I opened my eyes again, I was back at my grandmother’s bedside.
This time, I made the first move.
“Grandma, we don’t need to draw lots. Let Iris choose first.”
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“Penny, don’t pretend to be so generous,” my mother snapped impatiently. “There are only two of you. As the older sister, you should listen to your younger sister anyway.”
“She told you to draw first, so just do it. Stop wasting time.”
I was taken aback for a second, then a bitter smile touched my lips.
Iris raised an eyebrow, her voice soft. “Grandma said drawing lots is the only fair way. But since my sister is letting me go first, I suppose I’ll just…”
She was the same as always—playing the part of the innocent, sweet girl while finding the perfect moment to splash mud on me.
My father cut her off, ignoring her act. “Penny, you draw first.”
I was surprised. My parents had always doted on Iris, giving her the best of everything. Why, on a matter this important, were they insisting I choose first?
“How about this,” Grandma said, pushing herself up in bed with a cough. “No drawing lots. Let Iris pick what she wants, and Penny will take the other. It’s a good thing for a child to know how to be considerate.”
Iris bit her lip, her eyes darting back and forth as if weighing a heavy decision. Then, she spoke slowly.
“I… I want the old family estate.”
The air in the room seemed to crystallize. A strange, heavy silence descended. I saw my parents’ eyes go wide with shock, their mouths agape.
So, Iris, you were reborn too.
In our last life, she couldn’t wait to draw first. This time, her performance of self-sacrifice was clearly a calculated move to avoid repeating her mistakes.
A cold smirk formed in my mind.
“The old estate?” my father murmured, his voice laced with disbelief.
Grandma shot a sharp look at my sister, then spoke. “Then the factory will go to Penny.”
No one dared to defy my grandmother. The agreements were signed right there, at her bedside. My parents then left with Iris, leaving me behind to look after Grandma.
I quietly followed them out, pressing myself against the wall to overhear their conversation.
“Iris, honey, what were you thinking, choosing the estate?” my mother asked, her tone thick with frustration. “You know it’s worthless! The factory has a much brighter future.”
Iris was unfazed, her voice bright with a secret excitement. “You don’t understand! The estate is going to make me rich! I’ll be a millionaire!”
My father just ruffled her hair, his voice dripping with affection. “Our Iris can have whatever she wants. Daddy will always have your back.” Then, he added casually, “Next time, just tell me what you want beforehand, sweetheart. You have no idea—your mother and I wrote ‘ancestral home’ on both slips of paper for the drawing.”
“After your sister drew her lot, we were just going to announce the other one was the factory without even opening it.”
The words were a bitter pill. It was all a setup, a scheme to ensure their precious Iris got the more valuable asset. I felt a sudden warmth on my cheek and realized I was crying. I’d always known they favored her, but why did it still hurt so much?
I walked back to the room in a daze. Grandma patted the bed, motioning for me to sit. From under her pillow, she pulled out a thick file folder.
“Penny, my dear,” she said, her voice weak. “I know your parents’ favoritism runs so deep it could fill an ocean.”

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