Chapter 2

2.

In my previous life, I started from the bottom at Vance Group and worked my way up to General Manager through sheer grit.

I was standing on the main stage of my promotion gala, full of confidence as I laid out the company’s future.

Then Pierce Prescott, my first love, snatched the microphone and accused me in front of the elite.

“She’s a toxic bully. We need to boycott people like her!”

I stood there, frozen.

Just as I thought I was hallucinating, Misty walked up in a flowing white dress.

“Miss Vance, I don't know if you remember me? I’m the girl you bullied into severe depression seven years ago.”

“It was a nightmare back then, but I’ve moved on now.”

She turned to the cameras, flashing a smile as sweet as honey.

“Scars don't heal, but we have to keep living!”

The reporters she’d pre-arranged snapped photos for the next day’s headlines.

The gala was being live-streamed, and the public's opinion flipped in an instant.

“She’s not a self-made woman; she’s a total fraud!”

“I heard she still bullies her subordinates at work. Once a bully, always a bully! Disgusting!”

“Boycott her! Why does a person like this get to be GM just because she was born with a silver spoon?”

One of her obsessed fans even charged onto the stage in a rage.

Fists and kicks rained down on me, brutal and fast.

Finally, a heavy bottle of wine crashed against my skull.

It hurt. It hurt so much.

Glass flew everywhere, and I lost consciousness.

It had all been a trap to destroy me and make Misty a star.