The night my parents were kidnapped, my brother—who happened to be a police officer—chose to go bungee jumping with the fake heiress.

I didn't stop him. Instead, I called the police and began preparing the ransom.

In my previous life, my brother had forgone the outing to rescue our parents. As a result, the rope snapped during her jump, sending her plummeting into the abyss. Her body was never recovered.

He never spoke a word about it afterward.

On my birthday, he drugged me and dragged me to that very cliff.

"You orchestrated the kidnapping! You'd go this far for their attention? You're nothing but a monster! Lillian is dead. You don't deserve to live either!"

When I opened my eyes again, I found myself back on the night my parents were kidnapped.

This time, my brother didn't rush to their rescue. Instead, he ran to the fake heiress.

But in the end, he regretted it so much that he nearly lost his mind.

I jolted awake, drenched in sweat.

My heart pounded violently against my ribs, as if it was trying to break free from my chest. The residual fear of free-falling hadn't faded. My eyes darted around, taking in the familiar arrangement of my room.

I glanced at the clock.

I had been reborn to the day my parents were kidnapped.

In five minutes, the kidnappers would call, demanding the ransom be prepared within an hour—or they'd kill my parents.

I was the Bells' long-lost daughter, missing for eighteen years.

It had been less than a year since I reunited with them. They were my entire world now.

No matter what, I couldn't let the tragedy of my previous life repeat itself.

I rushed downstairs and positioned myself by the phone. My policeman brother, Thomas Bell, followed close behind, dressed casually in a windbreaker and cargo pants.

"Wendy, what's with the theatrics? Mom and Dad aren't even here. Aren't they missing because you had them kidnapped?"

Thomas's lips curled into a mocking smile.

In that instant, I knew. He had been reborn too.

The look in his eyes said it all. He was telling me not to bother because it was useless. Because without his cooperation, this performance would end even faster.

In my past life, Thomas was convinced I had orchestrated the kidnapping to gain our parents' attention.

I had no idea where he got such a ridiculous notion.

This time, it seemed he'd decided to sidestep what he believed to be my "trap".

"Wendy," he said, his tone laced with false kindness. "Don't say I didn't warn you. Aiding and abetting a crime is still a crime. When you end up in jail, don't come crying to me."

I opened my mouth to retort, but the shrill ring of the phone cut me off.

Each ring was like a needle piercing my heart.

Thomas didn't so much as flinch.

Before walking out the door, he glanced back, disdain flickering across his face.

"Go ahead and do whatever you want. I'm going bungee jumping with Lillian. Mom and Dad will be fine anyway. Don't bother me unless it's urgent."

That wasn't what he had said in my past life.

Back then, Thomas had used his years of investigative experience to quickly locate the kidnappers' hideout. Within an hour, he rescued our parents unharmed.

That day, my focus had been entirely on my parents. I hadn't noticed the suspicion and rage lurking in Thomas's eyes.

It wasn't until he dragged me to the cliff that I understood.

During the rescue, Lillian Bell had called him incessantly.

When he didn't answer, she went bungee jumping alone—and it ended in tragedy.

Now, the phone rang like a death knell, making every nerve in my body burn with anxiety.

I snatched up the receiver, and the kidnapper's voice came through, sharp and clear.

"Two million dollars. Prepare it within two hours, or your parents die."

My eyes widened in shock.

What? In my last life, they'd only asked for one million!

I gripped the receiver tightly, cold sweat dripping from my temples.

It seemed the world of my second life wasn't exactly identical—perhaps even the kidnappers' location had changed.

My confidence from before began to crumble, replaced by panic. With a trembling voice, I pleaded, "Can you… give me more time? I—"

Before I could finish, the line went dead.

I forced myself to swallow my rising emotions. I knew showing weakness to people like them would get me nowhere. The priority now was to prepare the ransom and pinpoint their location.

Quickly, I jotted down everything I remembered from my previous life.

There were two kidnappers, both young men. The abduction had taken place at one of their homes.

The ransom was a million dollars, to be dropped into the third trash bin at the south entrance of the train station.

Before the kidnappers could retrieve the money, Thomas had located their hideout and captured them. Both my parents and the cash had been safely recovered.

With that in mind, I grabbed my phone and called 911.

Then, I dialed Joseph Homer, one of my father's closest friends and our company's shareholder. "Have accounting pull together as much cash as possible," I urged.

Joseph sounded just as panicked as I felt. "Don't worry, Wendy. I'll handle the money. You call the police!"

Hearing his reassurance eased some of my anxiety.

Two minutes later, officers from the local precinct arrived.

Thomas's colleague and longtime buddy, Steven Kings, walked through the door, his face devoid of any concern.

"Wendy," he said in a curt tone, "Thomas just called me. Luckily, I was nearby…"

He folded his arms, glaring at me with disdain. "You do realize filing a false report is illegal, right?"

In that moment, every ounce of courage and hope I'd managed to muster crumbled to dust.

Thomas had decided I was the mastermind behind the kidnapping. And now, he'd sent his most trusted ally to shut down my "act".

Without police support or the expertise of an investigator, how could I possibly save my parents?

My hands trembled, crumpling the notes I'd written in frustration. The thought of my parents being tortured made me break down in tears.

"Steven," I sobbed, barely able to breathe, "I'm not lying. I'm an adult, and I'm responsible for my actions. I'm begging you. Please, help me save my parents!"

I kept glancing at the clock, fully aware that ten minutes had passed, and I didn't have much time left.

But Steven leaned back casually on the couch, scrolling through his phone, completely unbothered.

"You think crocodile tears are going to guilt-trip me?" he said, raising an eyebrow. "Kids from orphanages are always the sly ones. That's what Thomas said, too. You're not like someone raised in this family."

The disdain in his voice was like a knife. He continued with a smirk, "Lillian's so much more considerate. Always was."

Lillian and I couldn't have had more different fates. She was adopted into the Bells at eight years old, cherished like a precious gem, especially by Thomas. His protectiveness toward her bordered on obsessiveness. Even after they'd grown up, he still coddled her to an unsettling degree, even sleeping in the same bed as her.

The ticking clock yanked me back to reality.

I forced myself to stay calm, swallowing the bitterness that surged in my chest.

"Steven," I said firmly, "you're here. That means you have a duty to respond to the report I filed—"

Before I could finish, Steven cut me off with a scornful laugh.

"Listen to you," he scoffed. "What are you, some spoiled brat pretending to be all noble now? Just because you're back with the Bells, you think you can run the show? To them, you're nothing but an outsider."

His words sent a chill straight through me.

"Thomas told me all about it," he sneered. "Your parents don't even love you that much. They call you Lillian half the time. You've been scheming nonstop for their attention, haven't you? Drove Lillian out of the house, poor thing."

As Steven munched on fruit from the platter, his tone turned almost casual. But every word was a blow.

I knew his insults weren't baseless.

This was the image Thomas had painted of me—over years of subtle comments and outright accusations.

To them, I was nothing more than a conniving nuisance.

But Steven's opinion of me didn't matter. Not now.

"What will it take for you to believe me?" I asked, stepping closer, my voice trembling but resolute. "My parents are in real danger. If we miss the critical window to save them, can you take responsibility for that?"

For a moment, Steven hesitated, his hand freezing mid-motion. Then he stood, looming over me with a sneer.

"Go ahead. Report me if you want. Little brats like you need to be taught a lesson…"

He trailed off as the front door opened, revealing two uniformed officers.

"Is Ms. Wendy here? We're here to respond to the 911 call."

My legs nearly gave out as a wave of relief washed over me.

Finally, my parents had a chance to be saved!

Steven quickly stepped forward to shake hands with the arriving officers.

"I'm a fellow officer. I'm just here to check on Thomas's little sister," he said casually.

It was only then that I noticed he was dressed in plain clothes. The moment he reached the doorway, he tried to slip away.

However, the two officers blocked his path with firm resolve.

I rushed to explain the situation.

"Officers! My parents really have been kidnapped! I have a recording as proof!"

The phone call I had specifically recorded finally came in handy. As the kidnapper's voice played, Steven's face turned ghostly pale.

"But Thomas said it was all an act…" he stammered. "He said you staged this whole thing yourself!"

I let out a cold snort, unwilling to waste my breath arguing.

Unfolding the crumpled paper in my hands bit by bit, I pieced together fragments of hazy memories from my past life. Carefully recalling every minute detail, I quickly sorted through my thoughts and came up with a plausible explanation to provide the officers with a lead from that previous life.

"Officers! I remember seeing the suspects near my house before. Their voices sound very similar… They even asked me for directions once, though I can't be entirely sure."

The police wasted no time setting up sketch artists and surveillance equipment.

I concentrated fully, describing every feature of the two kidnappers.

Before long, a comparison with a database of prior offenders yielded results.

They were two young men who had served time for robbery. One of them had even used his real name to rent a house. The police immediately organized a rescue operation.

Sinking into the sofa, I felt as though I had been pulled out of a pool—cold sweat drenched me to the bone.

Twenty minutes later, the officer accompanying me received an update.

"I'm sorry, Wendy," he said. "We didn't find your parents at the scene. But we did find this."

In the kidnapper's home, they had discovered numerous surveillance photos—not just of my parents but also of me.

"They've been watching you for a long time. Don't worry; these two won't get away," the officer reassured me.

My mind felt like it was on the verge of imploding. The very thing I feared most had happened—the kidnappers had moved my parents to another location.

This meant that all the clues I had painstakingly gathered were now useless.

Off to the side, Steven was on the phone with Thomas.

Even though he tried to lower his voice, I could still hear every word crystal clear.

"It's a real kidnapping. They already have suspects. You should come back…"

From the other end of the call, Thomas's laughter rang out—mocking, indifferent.

He spoke as though he intended for me to hear every word.

"Just stop, will you? The bigger the scene you make, the harder you'll fall. And when Mom and Dad disown you for embarrassing them, don't come crying to me…"

A surge of anger and bitterness from my past life overwhelmed me.

Even if he despised me, the sister his family had only recently found, how could he still be so blind in a situation like this?

I had done nothing wrong. Neither had our parents.

The son they had doted on and cared for meticulously for over two decades now prioritized his adopted sister over their safety.

How devastated would they feel if they knew?

The thought of their misplaced trust made my heart ache on their behalf.

As I wiped away the tears gathering at the corners of my eyes, the house phone suddenly rang, its shrill tone piercing the room.

The officer in charge of surveillance gave me a quick glance.

My heart began pounding wildly.

The kidnappers were calling again!