Jokes on Her, I Got Reborn to Destroy My Cousin

I was murdered by kidnappers.

They tortured me to death—plain and simple.

And my parents?

They were at my cousin's engagement party… with my fiancé.

Ever since we were kids, Ashley had always wanted everything that was mine.

My toys, my clothes…

And finally, my parents and the man I loved.

"Mom, Dad—Ashley's just being difficult again! She doesn't want me to be with Jake!"

My parents believed her. They didn't call the police.

By the time I opened my eyes again… I was back on the day my mom brought Ashley home.

This time, I wasn't going to let her get away with anything.

"Tiffany…"

I heard Ashley's timid voice beside me.

I snapped back to reality. I wasn't in that filthy pig farm anymore—I was home.

I saw my dad standing next to me, my mom in front, and Ashley clinging to Mom's hand, putting on her pitiful little act.

I knew it then—I had been reborn.

Last time, Ashley schemed to take everything from me, and it still wasn't enough.

She wanted me dead.

She set her sights on my fiancé, Jake.

My parents tried to force me to give him up to her.

I refused.

I'd been giving her everything since we were kids. Not this time.

So she hired thugs to kidnap me. Took me out to the countryside and told them to "take care of me."

When my parents realized I was missing, Ashley convinced them I was just being dramatic. So they didn't call the cops.

And just like that, I was tortured to death—every part of me broken.

In the end, those monsters shoved my body into a meat grinder. Turned me into pig feed.

I remember the hatred.

This time… I won't let her win.

"Auntie… is Tiffany unhappy with me? Maybe I should just go back to the orphanage. I don't want to be a burden."

I hadn't even said a word, and already Ashley was playing the victim.

I put on a shocked expression, amping up the sweetness in my voice.

"Ashley, don't be silly! I was just stunned by how pretty you are! How could you say something like that?"

To show how much I "adored" her, I rushed over and hugged her tight—then dug my nails hard into her waist when my parents weren't looking.

"Oww—!"

She tried to cry out, but I cupped her cheeks, squeezing just enough to keep her quiet.

"And don't call them Auntie and Uncle anymore," I said brightly. "Call them Mom and Dad, like I do, okay?"

It wouldn't be long before my parents told her to do it anyway. May as well look like the generous one.

Sure enough, my parents beamed when I said it.

They thought I was being mature. The perfect big sister.

"Go on, Ashley," I urged, releasing her. "Say it."

Her face and waist were probably throbbing, but under my parents' expectant gaze, she had no choice.

"Mom… Dad," she forced out.

I smiled faintly.

This was just the beginning.

I slung an arm around her shoulder, guiding her toward the house—and digging my nails in again while I was at it.

Ashley flinched and pulled away.

I stopped right there, putting on a hurt expression. Tears welled in my eyes as I looked at my parents.

"Mom… Dad, does Ashley not like me?"

Ashley froze. She hadn't expected that.

My dad frowned and shot her a look before pulling me into a hug.

"Ashley's just shy, honey. Don't take it personally."

I nodded obediently, letting a single tear roll down my cheek.

Dad's face softened. He picked me up and shot my mom a disapproving glare.

"Oh, come on," Mom said, trying to smooth things over. "Ashley's just adjusting. They'll warm up to each other."

But Dad wasn't having it. He carried me inside while I nestled against his shoulder.

"Is Mom mad?" I whispered. "Dad, please don't be angry with her or Ashley because of me. I'm the big sister—I should be the one to compromise."

His expression tightened. "Don't say that. You're my daughter. I won't let you be treated unfairly."

Last time, Ashley had manipulated him little by little until he started favoring her.

Not this time.

I remembered that on Ashley's first night, she'd "fallen" off the couch in the study and scratched her face.