Reborn: My Evil Sister Can Have My Billionaire Trap

My sister, Audrey, discovered my online relationship on Snapchat and immediately ratted me out to our parents.

Little did she know, my online boyfriend was actually the sole heir to a massive billionaire empire.

After his identity was revealed, our parents completely changed their attitude, treating me like royalty, and I successfully married into the elite class.

Audrey, on the other hand, was forced to marry Oliverthe notorious abuser our parents had originally promised me toand suffered endless domestic violence.

While I lived a life of ultimate luxury and glamor, Audreys jealousy drove her mad. She eventually ran me over with her car, killing me on the spot.

But when I opened my eyes again, I was back.

I saw Audrey secretly copying down my online boyfriend's Snapchat username. I knew right then that she had reborn too.

She looked down at me with a smirk, declaring that in this life, she would be the one to marry the billionaire and crush me under her designer heels.

What she didn't realize was that the "billionaire heir" from our previous life was a trap I had carefully laid out just for her.

When I opened my eyes, Audrey was going through my phone.

She was frowning, but instead of screaming and throwing a tantrum like she did in our past life, she pulled out her own phone and quickly wrote something down.

I realized instantly: she had reborn with me.

She had returned to the exact moment she first discovered my online romance.

In our past life, the moment she found those messages, she couldn't wait to run to Mom and Dad.

She called me a slinger, accusing me of cheating on the fianc our parents had chosen for me.

That got me a brutal beating from Dad.

But Audrey wasnt satisfied. She actually invited my online boyfriend to our house.

She wanted to watch Mom and Dad humiliate him. She wanted to see me break down in tears, forced to break up with the guy I loved.

My parents were furious too, ready to kick the "broke loser" out of our house.

But when my online boyfriend pulled up in a limited-edition Ferrari, wearing a bespoke suit and looking incredibly handsome and powerful, they were completely stunned.

That was how they found out he was Royce, the sole heir to the multi-billion-dollar fortune.

My parents' attitude did a complete 180-degree turn.

Audrey's eyes had practically popped out of her head with rage.

That single meeting completely swapped our destinies.

I was originally supposed to be sold off to Oliver, a local brute, because our parents had taken a 0-000,000 "advance" from him.

With Royce in the picture, Audrey was forced to take my place and marry Oliver.

I married Royce and entered high society, while Audrey was beaten by Oliver so badly she spent half her life in the hospital.

Eventually, unable to take the abuse and unable to stand my happiness, she found an opportunity and ran me over.

It seemed that in this life, she had no intention of telling our parents about my online boyfriend.

"Audrey, what are you doing with my phone?" I asked quietly.

She jumped, startled to find me awake.

"Elena, you already have a fianc. How dare you cheat on him online?"

"If I tell Mom and Dad, they'll literally break your legs."

I didn't say a word, just stared at her.

She let out a cold snort. "Whatever. You're my sister after all. Ive already blocked and deleted him for you."

"Consider this a warning. If I catch you talking to this guy again, don't blame me for what happens next."

I nodded obediently. She smirked triumphantly and walked out of my room, completely satisfied.

I knew exactly what she was planning. She was going to add Royce on Snapchat using her own account, pretending she had just changed her username.

Over the next few days, Audrey couldn't stop giggling at her phone.

This morning, she suddenly gave me a smug, meaningful look before turning to our parents at the breakfast table.

"Mom, Dad, I'm bringing my boyfriend over to meet you today."

"I'm marrying into the elite class."

My parents stared at her, their eyes wide with shock. They quickly asked if she was serious.

Audrey raised her chin proudly. "Of course I am. And do you know who he is?"

She paused for dramatic effect, making sure we were all looking at her, before letting out a slow, proud breath.

"He's the heir to a massive billionaire empire."

"I have a date with him today. Ill bring him by so you can see how amazing he is."

I heard my parents gasp in disbelief.

Audrey walked over to me, leaning down to whisper in my ear.

"Elena, I'm in a great mood today, so I've prepared a little gift for you too."

I looked at her calmly. The malice and calculation in her eyes were practically dripping.

Just like in our previous life, our family stood on the driveway in front of our suburban house, waiting.

In our past life, Audrey chose this spot because she wanted the entire neighborhood to watch me get humiliated.

She didn't expect that it would turn into my moment of glory.

This time, she wanted that glory for herself. She had put on heavy, flawless makeup.

The three of them stared down the street with intense anticipation.

Finally, a sleek red Ferrari pulled up right in front of our driveway.

Audrey's eyes lit up, and she rushed forward immediately.

My parents looked confused for a second, then hurried after her.

Royce stepped out of the car, instantly capturing everyones attention.

He was incredibly handsome, with a cold, aristocratic air that made him look like a Hollywood movie star.

"Babe, you're here!"

Audrey blushed, instantly throwing herself toward Royce.

My parents stood up straight, suddenly looking incredibly tense and out of place.

"Are the Wellingtons getting rich? Audrey actually bagged a wealthy, handsome guy!"

"What kind of luck is that?"

"Audrey was always the smart one. No wonder her parents always preferred her."

"With a boyfriend like that, Elena won't even be fit to wipe her shoes for the rest of her life."

Our neighbors, who were out mowing their lawns, gossiped with a mix of envy and jealousy.

My parents beamed with pride, just like they did in our past life.

Audrey turned and flashed a triumphant smile at me.

She didn't notice that when Royce looked down at her, his brow furrowed in slight irritation.

Royce drove off with Audrey in his Ferrari, leaving under the envious glares of the entire neighborhood.

My parents stood taller than ever, bursting with pride.

"See that? Audrey was born to be a princess. Some people are just born losers, destined to rot in the mud," my dad sneered, glaring at me.

My mom rolled her eyes at me with disgust. "Well, she's marrying Oliver sooner or later anyway. The sooner she moves out, the better."

Just as she said that, a heavily built, intimidating man walked up our driveway.

It was Oliver.

"Audrey told me you guys wanted me to take Elena home to live with me. I'm here to pick her up."

He grinned, his dirty, predatory eyes scanning my body.

My parents froze, then quickly called Audrey.

On speakerphone, Audrey's voice sounded cold and manipulative.

"Mom, Dad, Elena is a curse to this family. I finally got a billionaire boyfriend."

"If she stays at home, she might scare him away! Since she has to marry Oliver anyway, she might as well move in with him now."

My parents exchanged a look and decided she was right.

"Elena, pack your bags and go with Oliver," Dad ordered.

I looked at them with numb eyes. I wasn't surprised by their decision at all.

Oliver rubbed his hands together excitedly.

He had a bit of money, but his favorite hobby was using women as punching bags. He had already beaten two of his previous wives to death.

He always targeted girls whose families didn't care about them. That way, even if he killed them, he could just pay a small settlement, and the family wouldn't press charges.

He had set his sights on me even before his last wife died in the hospital.

Because everyone in our town knew my parents hated me.

Once I married him, he could lock the doors and torture me however he wanted, and no one would care.

I grabbed my single suitcase and followed Oliver to his apartment.

The moment he locked the door behind us, he turned and sized me up.

"You have a pretty face, but you look so fragile. I wonder how long you'll last with me."

I stared at him calmly. He rushed into his bedroom and came out with a pile of things.

"Put this on, then get down on your knees and lick my boots clean."

He threw a skimpy, ridiculous outfit at me, kicked off his shoes, and sat back on his sofa.

A foul, sweaty stench instantly filled the living room.

I looked at the scraps of fabric, then smiled at him.

He smirked, pleased with himself.

"Good. You seem obedient. Those other bitches always cried and screamed the moment I asked them to do anything."

"It pissed me off, so they deserved every beating they got."

I nodded, walking slowly toward him.

"You're right. People who make others angry do deserve to be beaten."

"Exactly, so you'd betterah! What the fuck!"

Before Oliver could finish his sentence, I kicked him squarely in the stomach.

I let out a cold laugh, and a rain of heavy, brutal punches crashed down on him. He screamed in agony, collapsing to the floor.

Audrey thought that by putting me with Oliver, I would suffer the same brutal fate she did in our past life.

But what she didn't know was that the moment I realized my parents didn't love methe moment I realized they wanted to sell me to OliverI started training in Muay Thai for two hours every single day.

I wasn't the one who was going to be screaming on the floor.

"Stop! Please, stop! Help! Help me!"

Oliver couldn't even fight back. I pinned him down, completely dominating him.

I looked down at him with ice-cold eyes.

"And here I thought you were tough. You're just a coward who only knows how to abuse weak women."

"Elena, please stop! I'm sorry! I won't ever touch you again, I swear!"

He screamed, terrified.

I stopped only after holding a fist inches from his nose, watching him tremble in pure terror.

"If you ever annoy me again, I will beat you every single time I see you. Got it?"

"Yes! Yes, I got it!" he nodded frantically, tears streaming down his face.

Looking at his swollen, bruised face, I turned and walked out of the apartment.

That night, Audrey called me to gloat. Her voice was dripping with cruel excitement.

"Elena, are you broken yet? Are you crying in some dark corner of his apartment?"

"Let me tell you, Royce and I are getting married soon."

"You will always be a piece of trash compared to me."

I chuckled and hung up the phone.

Honestly, when we were kids, my parents didn't hate me this much.

But Audrey was masterfully evil. She loved to manipulate them.

She would break expensive things in the house and blame it on me.

She spread disgusting rumors about me in school, making our relatives and neighbors think I was a juvenile delinquent.

When my grades were better than hers, she accused me of cheating, leading to me being severely bullied at school.

She would often look at our mother with a sigh and say:

"Mom, I really wanted a little brother. It's such a shame Elena was born a girl."

"Do you think she's a curse? Since she was born, you haven't been able to get pregnant again."

Over time, my parents started looking at me like I was their sworn enemy.

They truly believed I was a curse on their lives, no matter how much I denied it.

I used to fight it. I begged for their love, threw tantrums, and lost my mind.

I was their daughter. I desperately wanted them to love me, even just a little bit.

But over the years, countless moments taught me a harsh truth: some parents simply do not love their children.

Once I accepted that, the pain faded, leaving me numb.

Audrey thought that by stealing Royce, she could rewrite her destiny and keep me under her thumb.

She probably never imagined in her wildest dreams that the billionaire heir was a trap I had prepared for her.

I moved into my own apartment, and Oliver didn't dare to stop me.

Audrey kept posting photos of Royce's luxury cars on her Instagram.

She posted daily updates, bragging about how much Royce loved her.

But people in her comment section kept asking: *Why is the billionaire heir never in any of your photos?*

Audrey would reply: *He values his privacy.*

I smiled when I saw that.

Was it really about privacy?

Today, my mom called me, saying Royce was coming over to discuss the wedding. She demanded I bring Oliver along.

When Oliver and I arrived at the house, Royce was leaning elegantly against the sofa.

His dark, unreadable eyes swept over me.