Try to Steal My Life I Sent Her to Jail!

Selena, my family's driver's daughter, used my identity to online date billionaire Ethan. She messed up and offended him.

In a fit of rage, Ethan ruined my family's company, and my parents ended up in jail.

I knelt before him, begging: That wasn't me! Selena impersonated me!

He yanked my hair, looking at Selena's face C almost identical to mine C and sneered, "Still lying?"

Selena, of course, had already taken the money and run.

I couldn't bear the crushing blow, so I swallowed a bottle of sleeping pills.

In my final blurry moments, the door opened.

Selena walked in, wearing my favorite white dress.

She pinched my chin, a smirk playing on her lips.

"Chloe," she purred, "I actually messed with him on purpose. So, how's it feel? Losing your home and family, isn't it fun?"

I stared at her in disbelief.

"We look so alike, so why do you get to be the heiress while I'm just the driver's daughter?"

She tilted her head. "Rest easy, now. I'll gladly take all your bags and shoes. And all that money Ethan gave me? It'll be enough for me to live lavishly for most of my life."

As I drew my last breath, my heart was consumed by an ocean of hatred.

Then, I opened my eyes again.

I was back to the day Selena first used my identity to charm Ethan.

The bitter taste of the pills still lingered in my mouth, and Selena's cruel words C isn't it fun losing your home and family? C echoed in my mind.

Before I could fully process it, I heard a ruckus from my closet. Selena stood with her back to me, pulling clothes out of my wardrobe one by one, carelessly tossing them onto the floor.

She mumbled, her tone full of disdain, "Ethan loves pink, but why doesn't she have a single pink dress?"

"No wonder, she always acts so low-key. Who'd know she's Chloe Hayes, the heiress?"

My heart clenched. I'd always preferred to stay out of the spotlight and avoided social events, which was exactly how Selena found her opportunity.

I moved my head slightly, letting out a faint sound. Selena's body stiffened, a flicker of guilt flashing in her eyes.

"Oh, you're awake? You scared me!" She turned around, patting her chest, her voice laced with annoyance. "Why didn't you say anything? You're like a ghost."

I gazed at her innocent-looking face, remembering the horror of my family's destruction in the previous life. My eyes burned with fury.

Growing up, we shared everythingfood, home, school. My mom felt sorry for Selena losing her mother early, so she made sure Selena had everything I did. I treated her like my own sister, always indulging and spoiling her.

It was my indulgence that had turned her into an entitled and selfish person.

I clenched my fists, my gaze sharp, and spoke coldly, "What are you doing?"

Selena froze. She'd never seen me like this. After a moment, she blurted out defensively, "I'm looking for clothes to wear! Ethan's coming back next week to meet me, and your closet doesn't have a single suitable outfit. It's so annoying!"

Meet you?

I scoffed. Selena, did you really think you'd get to meet Ethan next week in this life?

Selena, seeing I wasn't immediately offering to buy her clothes as usual, pouted. "Forget it, you're never nice to me anyway. I'll just go buy some myself."

With that, she casually wadded up my clothes and stuffed them back into the closet. Then, she nonchalantly picked up my perfume from the vanity and sprayed a few times. She acted as if she were the actual heiress of the Hayes family.

I slowly stood up and said calmly, "I'll go with you."

"Huh?" Selena looked surprised, then pushed me back. "No need, you just woke up. Get some more rest; I can go by myself."

I smiled, deliberately asking, "Why? Why can't I go? Are you hiding something from me?"

Selena's gaze darted away, then she forced a strained smile. "No, of course not. I just don't want you to get tired."

I put on my jacket and instructed Mr. Peterson, our driver, "Take us to the store Selena usually goes to."

Mr. Peterson nodded and soon dropped us off. The moment Selena walked in, the sales assistant greeted her like a celebrity.

"Miss Hayes, you're here!" The assistant said with an ingratiating smile. "We have some new limited edition items today; I saved the best ones for you."

I stood behind Selena, watching the assistant fawn over her.

Miss Hayes?

It seemed Selena had been using my identity quite a bit. Out of the corner of my eye, Selena nervously glanced at me, afraid I'd expose her on the spot.

One of the sales assistants looked at me and asked curiously, "Miss Hayes, who is this?"

Before I could speak, Selena quickly pinched my side, then said rapidly, "This is my driver's daughter. She's just with me to see the sights."

I gasped, the pain almost making me cry out. Hearing Selena's words, the sales assistants looked at me with a hint of subtle disdain, their attitudes immediately cooling.

Selena, afraid I'd say another word, immediately pushed me into a nearby fitting room. She lowered her voice. "Chloe, I've always told them I'm the Hayes heiress. Otherwise, they'd treat me like dirt. You wouldn't want me to be looked down on, would you?"

I scoffed.

"I'm just borrowing your identity. You never go out anyway, and we look so alike, nobody will ever find out."

Selena intimately linked her arm through mine. "Please? Let's just pretend we're playing dress-up today."

I lowered my eyes, concealing the surging anger within. Selena, enjoy your moment for now.

After all, the higher you climb, the harder you fall.

I smiled. "Okay."

Selena immediately tried on clothes with glee. She finally picked three items, placed them on the counter, and called out without looking back, "Checkout."

Seeing my delay, she turned to look at me, a flash of impatience in her eyes, as if asking, What are you waiting for? Why aren't you paying?

I looked at her and found it almost amusing. A driver's daughter, in front of strangers, looking at the Hayes heiress as if she were an ATM.

I remembered how in my past life, whenever we went out together, I always paid. And she would simply accept it, occasionally saying, "Chloe, you're the best."

My kindness to her had become a weapon pointed at myself.

I hid the mockery in my eyes, raised my hand, and pointed at the high-end, dusty pink gown on the mannequin in the display window. My voice was calm. "Wrap that one up."

Selena's eyes instantly lit up. She quickly stepped forward and intimately linked her arm through mine. "Chloe, you're so good to me! But this one isn't really for me; the color is too deep. Why don't you buy me a bracelet instead..."

I subtly withdrew my arm and slowly said, "This is for me."

Selena's smile froze. She stared at me in disbelief. The next second, a hint of suspicion flashed in her eyes. "Chloe, why are you suddenly changing your style?"

Seeing I didn't speak, she looked me up and down, her gaze critical. "Chloe, have your tastes gone bad? Pink is too sweet. You're usually so cool and understated; you can't pull it off. It'll just look tacky and awkward on you."

"You don't even wear makeup. Wearing that with a bare face would look so strange."

I couldn't be bothered to argue with her. Calmly, I took out my phone and scanned the QR code to pay. Selena's face completely fell. As if something clicked, she said in a sarcastic tone, "I get it! You heard me say Ethan loves pink, so you're deliberately buying these dresses to follow suit? You want to steal my thunder, you want to take my place and charm Ethan, don't you?"

The more she spoke, the more convinced she was she was right, her voice filled with accusation. "Chloe, Ethan and I have been talking for so long. Who do you think you are, suddenly showing up? You're my best friend, how could you do this?"

Not far away, a few sales assistants tidying clothes whispered to each other, their eyes openly disdainful of me.

"They look so alike... Could she really be trying to steal her boyfriend?"

"She's the Hayes heiress, after all. If a driver's daughter had such ideas, she wouldn't know what hit her."

"Exactly. She should look in a mirror. Does she really think looking like Miss Hayes will turn a pauper into a princess?"

"Shameless."

Those words cut me like a knife. Selena heard them too. She didn't say a word in my defense; instead, the corner of her mouth curved into a pleased smile.

I turned to face Selena directly, emphasizing each word: "Miss Hayes, I have no interest in Ethan."

I allowed a slight smile. "My birthday is the day after tomorrow. I'm planning a birthday party and simply picking out a dress I like."

"What?" Her voice suddenly shot up. "A birthday party? When did you say you were having a birthday party? How come I don't know about it?"

I picked up my shopping bag and turned to walk out of the store. Selena, behind me, completely panicked. She knew that if this birthday party happened, all the prominent families would be there, and Ethan would definitely come.

Then, Ethan would find out she had lied to him. Thinking of Ethan's ruthless methods, Selena was instantly terrified. I heard her ragged breathing behind me, and in my peripheral vision, I caught her pale face, a mocking smile playing on my lips.

"Chloe," Selena hurried to catch up. "What's wrong with you? You never liked these things before. Didn't you say parties were too much trouble? Didn't you say you hated socializing? Why suddenly..."

I stared at her and slowly said, "Why are you so anxious about me having a party?"

Selena instantly stiffened. Seeing my half-smile, a surge of anger rose within her. She stomped her foot, her voice forceful. "No, I don't agree to you having one."

She took a step forward, grabbing my wrist, and spoke rapidly. "If you suddenly have a birthday party now, they'll think all your past low-key behavior was an act. You have to understand, everything you do represents the Hayes family's reputation. Your dad just handed the company over to you to manage; if you're so high-profile now, you'll be embarrassing him."

"And, you've rejected so many invitations before, saying you dislike socializing. Now you're suddenly throwing your own party, what will people think? They'll think you used to look down on them, deliberately put on airs, and now that they're doing well, you're trying to butter them up."

"Chloe, I'm doing this for your own good."

I lowered my eyes, looking at her hand gripping my wrist. Her nails were manicured; I had paid for that last month. The ring on her finger was a birthday gift I'd given her last year. The watch on her wrist was a limited edition my mom brought back from Switzerland; she said she liked it, so I took it off and gave it to her.

Everything on her, from head to toe, was mine. And she was using this hand, adorned with my possessions, to stop me from reclaiming what was rightfully mine.

I scoffed and said calmly, "Oh, but I've already sent out the invitations."

"What?" Selena gasped, her voice trembling. "Who did you send them to?"

I feigned thoughtfulness. "The Brooks family was the first, and then the Stone family... I'll help you test Ethan to see if he's a good match for you. And the Harrison family..."

Seeing Selena looking on the verge of collapsing, I directly pulled open the car door and got in.

Selena was absent-minded all day. That night, as I lay in bed, I heard a phone conversation coming from the next room.

"Baby, I heard you're having a birthday party. Why didn't you tell me beforehand?"

Selena's voice was feigned calm. "I thought you'd be back next week anyway, so it wasn't a big deal. Honey, you don't need to come."

"How can I not?" Ethan's tone was serious. "How could I miss your birthday? I've already bought my flight ticket. I'll be there right on time on the day of the party."

Selena's heart tightened. Just as she was about to try and dissuade him, Ethan hung up.

"No," she murmured to herself. "I can't just sit here and wait for disaster. This party has to be mine."

I scoffed.

Can't sit here and wait for disaster? I'd like to see what kind of trouble you can stir up.

Three days later, at the birthday party, all the city's elite had arrived.

"Chloe, it's time to change." Selena pushed open the door, holding a glass of orange juice. She was wearing a beautiful gown and exquisite makeup, looking even more like the birthday girl than I did.

"Drink this, line your stomach. You'll be busy tonight," she said, handing me the orange juice.

I took it and glanced down. The orange juice looked normal and smelled normal, but I noticed a tiny white particle on the side of the glass that hadn't fully dissolved.

"Thank you," I said, looking at her and smiling. Then I raised the glass to my lips and took a large sip.

Her eyes brightened.

With the orange juice in my mouth, I used the pretense of wiping my lips to spit most of it into a tissue.

A moment later, Selena leaned in solicitously. "Chloe, what's wrong? You don't look well."

I swayed a bit, playing along, and held onto the bedside table. "I feel a little dizzy. Maybe I've been too busy today."

"Then lie down for a bit," she said gently. "The party's still early. You rest, and I'll keep an eye on things."

I lay down and closed my eyes. In that instant, I saw Selena flash a triumphant smile. It was identical to the one she'd given me when she squatted in front of me in my previous life.

Selena stood by my bed for a moment, seemingly confirming I was really out. Then, she lowered her voice. "Come in."

The door opened, and I heard two sets of footsteps.

"Tie her up, gag her, and take her to that abandoned factory on the west side of town. Don't come back until I call you."

Ropes wrapped around my wrists, duct tape sealed my mouth. I didn't struggle throughout the entire process. Then, two men carried me out of the bedroom, through the back door, and into a van that drove further and further away.

Meanwhile, Selena slowly descended the stairs, a graceful smile on her face.

"Happy birthday, Miss Hayes, you look stunning tonight!"

"Mr. Hayes, you're so lucky. I hear your company is running smoothly."

Selena smiled and nodded, graciously accepting all the compliments, comfortably enjoying all the glory that should have been mine. For twenty years, she had meticulously imitated my tone and expressions. Coupled with a face almost identical to mine, no one suspected she was a fraud.

"Mr. Stone has arrived!" a voice announced from the entrance.

All eyes in the room turned to the door. Ethan stood there, dressed in a black suit, holding a large bouquet of roses. He gazed deeply at Selena, then quickly walked forward and knelt on one knee.

A collective gasp rippled through the banquet hall.

"Miss Chloe Hayes," his voice filled with tenderness, "I owe you a formal confession."

He took out a velvet box from his pocket, opened it, revealing a massive pink diamond ring.

"Will you be my girlfriend?"

The banquet hall was silent for three full seconds. Then, someone started clapping, someone shrieked, and people began chanting, "Say yes! Say yes!"

Selena stood there, her heart pounding, a blissful smile on her lips. She took a deep breath and slowly extended her hand. "I..."

The next second, the banquet hall doors were kicked open.

The entire room fell silent. Everyone turned to look at the entrance.

My gaze cut through the crowd, landing directly on Selena. "You're Miss Chloe Hayes? Then who am I?"