Part 1The Billionaire Swap: When My Stepsister Begged to Reverse Our Marriage Deal After Debt Collectors Left Her Bleeding

My stepsister married the billionaire who was supposed to be my fiancé. As she walked past me on his arm, she gave me a smug smile.

"Little sis, this incredible fortune was too much for you to handle. Your big sister had to step in and take it off your hands."

I just smiled back without saying a word.

I still remember how she later ended up beaten bloody by debt collectors, kneeling and begging me for help. What a pitiful sight that was.

My sister had locked me in the house.

Today was the day my fiancé Jack was returning to the country.

We had been betrothed since childhood, an arrangement made by my late mother and Jack's mother when they were young.

My stepmother had known about this for a long time. She had always despised me, so how could she possibly let such good fortune fall into my hands?

They locked me in my room and had my stepsister take my place.

Chloe gave me a vicious kick, hitting me right in the stomach. I was already hungry, and now the pain made me curl up on the floor.

The next second she roughly yanked me up by the arm. Her eyes were full of mock pity as she sneered, "Little sister, I've stolen everything from you for twenty years. Now I'm even taking your fiancé. How does it feel? Do you hate me?"

I glared at her fiercely, wanting to fight back, but the pain left me too weak to move.

Seeing this, she slapped me hard across the face. "You've got some nerve giving me that look. Don't even think about resisting."

The bright red handprint stung on my cheek.

Chloe was very pleased with my wretched state. She taunted me cruelly: "Who can you blame for the misery of your 25 years? Your short-lived mother for leaving you all alone in this world? If you want to blame someone, blame her - you poor motherless child."

"Oh right, you don't know this, but I'm the one who got your mom killed."

My body went rigid with shock.

Everyone had always said my mother was assaulted and killed by some thugs.

I had suspected my stepfamily's involvement, but those thugs had mysteriously died afterwards. Even if I wanted to prove their guilt, I had no evidence.

Chloe cackled with laughter. "That's what you and your mother get for being so pretty. You deserved to be ruined."

I clenched my fists tightly, trembling with rage.

No, now wasn't the time to strike back. I had to wait a little longer.

Chloe kicked me again before continuing: "When I was little, I was on my way to buy candy when I came across your mom. She was lying motionless on the ground. I was so scared at first."

"When I got closer, I realized she was still barely breathing. Want to know what happened next?" She crouched down and whispered in my ear:

"She weakly called out to me, 'Chloe'. She begged me to call 911. Her phone was right there next to her."

"But I didn't. Hahaha I watched her die right in front of me. All I could think was that you were motherless now, but I still had my mom!"

"I don't know why, but seeing you in pain just made me so happy. The more you suffered, the better I felt!"

I felt my blood run cold, my body frozen stiff.

My stepmother's voice came from the doorway: "Why are you telling her all this? Hurry up and go meet your fiancé!"

"Coming, Mom!" Chloe called back.

I stared out the window at the sunset, biting my lip hard until I tasted blood. Only then did I manage to calm myself as memories flashed through my mind. Suddenly, I smiled.

Their time to be so arrogant was running out.