After I was Murdered, I was Reborn to Take Revenge!

It was getting cold.

My best friend, inspired by romance novels, smashed a powerful CEO's Maybach.

In the novels, the heroines marry the CEOs as a result.

But my best friend received a lawsuit.

To marry the CEO, she asked me to drug him.

I refused!

The CEO later married his fiancée, who was a good match in terms of social status.

My best friend thought it was my interference that ruined her happiness and ran me over with her car.

When I opened my eyes again, I was reborn!

My best friend became obsessed with romance novels and was deeply influenced by them.

She fantasized about being the heroine loved madly by the CEO, the one who could bankrupt business empires for her, while everyone else—rich, pretty young ladies and powerful businesswomen—were just supporting characters.

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Her "confidence" came from her deceased father, her weak mother, and her own foolishness.

Her background was straight out of a romance novel, and she believed CEOs would fight over her.

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In my previous life, she read a novel where the heroine accidentally damaged the CEO's Maybach and, unable to cover the several hundred thousand dollars in repair costs, had to agree to his marriage proposal.

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After marriage, the CEO fell for the heroine, who was active, kind, and pure. The two of them went through many trials and tribulations before eventually getting together.

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My friend, influenced by the novel, decided to replicate the heroine's actions and smashed a Maybach parked on the street.

Based on her extensive reading experience, she thought that once the CEO saw her, he would easily fall in love with her.

But contrary to her expectations, the CEO didn't fall for her.

Instead, he sued her.

It just so happened that the car she smashed belonged to my boss.

After being sued, she thought it was her chance.

She went straight to the CEO, started taking off her clothes, and said, "I don't have any money. I'll just give myself to you."

The CEO wasn't interested and threw her out.

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Unable to pay the debt, she became a defaulter.

She was not disheartened, though. She asked me about the CEO's preferences and requested that I drug him.

I was amused by her.

I was not crazy and would never do such illegal things.

Her scheme failed.

The CEO eventually married his childhood sweetheart.

Devastated by her shattered dream of marrying into a wealthy family, she blamed me for ruining her happiness and ran me over on my way to work.

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When I opened my eyes again, I returned to the day when she had smashed the CEO's Maybach in anger.

I witnessed the whole thing.

I saw Amira Harrington grab a baseball bat and, with two loud bangs, dent the car's body.

She looked satisfied with the result.

Thinking it wasn't enough, she hit the car a few more times.

After confirming the surveillance cameras had captured her damaging the car, she clapped her hands in triumph and left.

That night, she dreamed of the CEO coming to her with a marriage proposal, taking her to his vast mansion, throwing her onto his enormous bed, and making love to her, and that she lived a life of luxury as a wealthy young lady.

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The next day, the doorbell rang, waking her from her dream.

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But it wasn't the CEO waiting for her. It was the police with handcuffs.

At the police station, she arrogantly declared, "I smashed my future husband's car. What right do you have to arrest me?"

The police were taken aback, thinking it was a lover's spat involving a luxury car.

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They thought to themselves that rich people were so extravagant, smashing a Maybach like it was nothing.

Then the lawyer arrived, and everyone's attitude towards her changed.

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Although she appeared crazy, the lawyer didn't let her off.

She was sued!

When she called me, she was laughing so hard she could barely stand. She even said confidently, "I'm not afraid of his lawsuit. Just wait and see how I win him over."

The next day, I saw Amira in my boss's office.

The door was slightly ajar.

A crowd of colleagues had gathered to watch the show.

When Rachael Petty saw me, she pulled me over and said, "Helen, come over. There's a crazy woman here. She is hilarious!"

Having worked in the CEO's office for so many years, it was the first time I had seen something straight out of a novel. No wonder everyone was so excited.

I heard Amira's selfrighteous voice from inside. "Ethan Carter, how can you do this to me? I did smash your car, but I apologized just now. What else do you want?

"How could you let the lawyer sue me? Is your heart made of stone?

"Besides, you are not innocent in this matter. Why did you park your car on the street? If you hadn't parked your car there, I wouldn't have smashed it.

"Anyway, I don't have money, so I'll just give myself to you as compensation."

Then rustling sounds came from inside.

My colleagues were thrilled. "Oh my god, she's really taking off her clothes. She is crazy."

As we enjoyed the show, our boss's angry voice rang out.

"Where is everyone? Call security now!"

The assistant to the CEO was startled and quickly ran to his desk to call security.

Then Amira sobbed, "Ethan, I know I owe you money, but how can you humiliate me like this? You're just a rich guy. What's so impressive about that?"

My boss was furious and said, "It's quite impressive. My wealth attracts lunatics like you, doesn't it?

"I don't know how you got in here, but you have two choices: put your clothes back on and leave, or I'll have security escort you out."

I could imagine how dark Amira's expression was right now.

She stubbornly replied, "You've misunderstood. I came here to explain. I can't afford the repair costs, but I can offer myself to you until the debt is cleared."

Good heavens!

That was 30 thousand dollars.

Even if she earned 10 thousand a month, it would take 30 months to pay it off without spending a dime.

My boss, being smart, saw through her intentions immediately.

He coldly replied, "I told you, discuss it with my lawyer!"

Amira wanted to say something else, but the security guards arrived and dragged her out, her clothes disheveled, just before my boss lost his temper.

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She clung to the door frame with both hands, unwilling to give up, and shouted, "Ethan, you can't do this to me. You'll regret it."

As soon as she was out, my colleagues hurried back to their seats, but their eyes kept darting towards her.

Afraid she'd recognize me, I lowered my head.

But to my disappointment, although she was not very smart, her eyes were quite sharp.

When she saw me, she was overjoyed and said loudly, "Helen, tell them to let me go. I have more to say."

Terrified, I buried my head even deeper.

Seeing I ignored her, Amira cursed angrily, "Helen Sanford, how can you not help me? How can you be so heartless? Helen..."

She kept yelling as she was dragged away by the security guards.

After she left, my colleagues surrounded me. Someone asked, "You know her?"

I shook my head vigorously. "How could I know such a crazy woman?"

I'd never admit knowing her. It was too embarrassing!

I had been avoiding Amira ever since that day.

I didn't answer her calls or reply to her messages, but that day, she cornered me at my front door.

She glared at me angrily and said, "Why didn't you answer my calls?"

I casually replied, "I've been busy with work and didn't hear them."

Mentioning work seemed to perk her up.

Her expression instantly changed from anger to joy, and she affectionately linked her arm with mine. "Helen."

Goosebumps instantly spread across my arms.

She pretended to be magnanimous and said, "I can forgive you for not helping me that day and not answering my calls recently, but you have to help me.

"After I marry your boss, I will definitely repay you."

I sneered inwardly.

Marry my boss?

My boss won't want to see you and will have you thrown out again.

"Helen, what does your boss like? Does he have a girlfriend?"

It happened again!

In my past life, she also tried to pry information about my boss from me.

I told her that my boss was already engaged to a wealthy and beautiful girl he'd known since they were kids, and who was of the same social standing.

She scoffed dismissively, saying, "What's a childhood sweetheart compared to a cute girl suddenly coming into his life? She's only fit to be my supporting character."

In her mind, she was the heroine of this world, and everyone should revolve around her.

My boss's fiancée was just an evil supporting character standing in the way of her happiness, while I was merely the expendable sidekick.

But sorry!

That was just her fantasy.

Everyone is the protagonist of their own story.

I didn't hide the fact that my boss had a fiancée.

As expected, she didn't seem fazed at all.

She said, "All CEOs have fiancées. The one who laughs last is the real winner."

Then she naturally ordered me, "Helen, keep an eye on Ethan for me and tell me his daily schedule. If he sees me enough, he'll definitely fall in love with me."

Looking at her plain face, which could easily blend into a crowd, I fell silent.

She was so overly confident that I almost wished I could share my inferiority complex with her.

I didn't agree to her unreasonable request. "Spying on the boss and leaking his schedule could cost me my job."

She pouted in dissatisfaction. "You won't help me with this little thing? Are you still my friend?

"Besides, what you might lose is just a job, but I might lose the love of my life."

What the fuck?

You love has nothing to do with me.

How dare you compare your cheap love with my precious job!

My job is a thousand times more important than you.

You giant idiot.

As I wouldn't budge, she stomped her foot in anger and said, "I can get his schedule without your help. But just so you know, once I become his wife, I won't help you. Don't blame me then."

I shrugged indifferently.

After all, in this life and the last, she could only dream about it.

Having been given a second chance at life, all I wanted was to stay far away from her and watch her dig her own grave!

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But she was even more unreasonable than I had thought!

No matter how much she made a scene, she still had to pay her debts.

After being sued by my boss, she refused to pay for the car repairs and became a judgment defaulter.

Furious, she stormed into my boss's office and shouted, "Ethan Carter, how can you be so heartless? Is it worth it to treat me like this over a little money?

"Withdraw the case and apologize to me now. Then I might forgive you. Otherwise, I will never talk to you for the rest of my life."

My boss just said, "Call security!"

From then on, whenever she was within 1,500 feet of the company, the security guards would immediately come out to stop her.

So she changed her strategy.

After her old apartment was forcibly seized by the court, she packed her bags and went to my boss's home.

"My apartment was taken by the court, and I have nowhere to go. This is all because of you, so you must take responsibility!"

My boss ignored her completely.

After all, his home was heavily guarded, and she couldn't get in at all.

After waiting outside his house for a few days, she had no choice but to leave in disgrace with her luggage.

But she never thought of giving up.

Taking advantage of her job as a waitress, she sneaked into a business dinner party my boss was attending, pretended to trip, and spilled red wine all over him.

My boss pushed her away with a cold face.

People around them watched with mocking eyes.

This trick was too obvious, and anyone with a discerning eye could see through her intentions.

Some of my boss's business partners even teased him, saying he was lucky.

My boss responded with an embarrassed smile.

Would you want to be so lucky? he thought.

Amira's mother cried every day for her unreasonable daughter.

She borrowed money everywhere to pay off Amira's debts while Amira was busy causing trouble.

I grew up with Amira because our mothers were close friends, and naturally, we became friends too.

Since her father passed away early, my mother took great care of them both.

I would share everything I had with her, whether it was food, toys, or anything else.

But ever since she became infatuated with the idea of a powerful CEO falling in love with her, she fantasized about him changing her fate and helping her rise to a different social class.

In my past life, I advised her repeatedly against it and helped her countless times, only to be blamed by her in the end, losing my life.

At that moment, I knew she was beyond saving.

And allowing her to continue down this path was the best punishment for her.

When Amira's mother found out I was Ethan's secretary, she wanted me to plead with him on their behalf, hoping he would show some leniency.

But Amira didn't take this matter seriously at all and said, "It's just a little money. Once I marry Ethan, I'll have as much as I want."

But she forgot that the premise was that she could actually marry my boss.

The first time I met my boss's fiancée was at our office.

She truly lived up to the image of a pampered young lady from a wealthy family.

Her skin was tender, her eyes were big and bright, and she had two dimples when she smiled.

I was mesmerized.

She was even more beautiful than the movie stars I had seen on TV.

This was the kind of sweet, innocent girl that a CEO would fall in love with.

The key was that she was quite capable.

She graduated from MIT and served as the public relations director in her family business.

How could Amira naively think that my boss would give up such a beautiful and wellmatched young lady to marry her, a girl with nothing to her name and a few screws loose?

But Amira was always confident.

One day, I went downstairs to buy coffee.

From a distance, I spotted two familiar figures.

Amira, with her arms crossed and an expression like a malicious supporting character in a novel, said, "Miss Moore, I advise you to give up. You can't compete with me. Although you are Ethan's fiancée, he doesn't love you at all. It's just a marriage of convenience between you two. If you're smart, you should stay away from him and stop bothering him."

Sophia looked puzzled and asked, "Who are you?"

Amira arrogantly raised her head and said, "You just need to know that he is my future husband, and only I can be his wife."

Sophia couldn't help but chuckle.

Amira's face darkened and she said, "What are you laughing at? You don't understand him at all. He will never be happy with you."

Sophia seemed to ponder this.

I couldn't help but roll my eyes.

My boss's fiancée, being his childhood sweetheart, had known him for over 20 years and naturally knew him better than Amira, an outsider, ever could.

Besides, the whole company knew how deep the feelings were between my boss and her.

During the toughest times, it was she who stood by my boss.

My boss rarely smiled, but every time he saw his fiancée, he would show a hint of a smile.

As soon as Sophia returned to my boss's office, she shared the incident as a joke with him.

My boss's face instantly turned cold.

He couldn't believe Amira would be crazy enough to harass his fiancée.

He made a call with a serious face.

It is time to teach that woman a lesson.