In my previous life, I was taken away by a poor family. My younger sister, Elsa, was adopted by a wealthy family instead.

Unexpectedly, Elsa only got to live there for less than five years before getting cast out. She ended up dying on the streets.

Meanwhile, I got into the best school thanks to my outstanding grades. Then, I furthered my studies overseas with my adoptive older brother, Flynn Cullen. With my own hands, I built my own business empire brick by brick.

Years later, Flynn and I received our parents' blessings and got married. Soon, we had children of our own.

I had a happy and smooth-sailing life.

Now, I'm reborn. This time, Elsa makes an entirely different choice.

She runs into Flynn's arms and greets him in a sweet tone. After taking the adoptive parents' hands, she shoots a smug glance in my direction.

"Enya, you should have a taste of the suffering that comes with that wealthy family. I can't bear to spend a moment longer in that cruel place!"

I looked at Flynn, hoping that he'd say something. Instead, I saw him shielding Elsa from me protectively.

He just looked at me icily. "Don't get close to my sister!"

In the end, I walked toward the limo while Elsa watched me victoriously from behind.

Elsa's words gave me a chilling realization. She had been reborn too.

I looked at the confident, almost triumphant look in her eyes, and something finally clicked.

"Get in the car, Ms. Enya."

The Taylor family hadn't sent anyone else, only a driver.

It had been the same in my previous life. When Richard Brooks, the director of the orphanage, told us to choose for ourselves, Elsa made her decision before I could.

Everything had happened so suddenly.

She had raised her chin and looked down at me with disdain. "I'm not going to live in poverty. Enya, you can bear that hardship for me."

She eventually got what she wanted and joined a wealthy family, yet the smile on her face faded a little more with each passing day.

Now, I was the one who stepped into the luxurious Lincoln limousine. As he drove, the driver briefed me on the rules I was expected to follow once we arrived at the Taylor residence.

"Do you remember everything?" he asked, meeting my gaze through the rearview mirror.

"I do."

The car soon arrived at our destination. I followed the driver into a mansion as grand as a palace.

"Mrs. Taylor, the child is here."

A beautiful woman sat on the couch, sipping tea. She looked up and examined me before motioning me closer. "Come here. What's your name?"

"Enya," I replied.

The orphanage director gave me the name Enya, entrusting it with the hope that my life would be steady and serene.

The woman nodded. "Very well. From now on, your name will be Enya Taylor."

She turned to the butler. "David, take her upstairs."

"Yes, Mrs. Taylor."

I followed behind the butler, David Wiley.

The stair railings were made of precious sandalwood, and the floors were laid with expensive marble. Luxury filled every corner of the house.

But none of it stirred much curiosity in me. In my previous life, I had earned all of it through my own efforts.

David glanced back at me, and a flicker of surprise crossed his eyes.

He opened a door, revealing an enormous princess-style bedroom. "Ms. Taylor, this will be your room from now on. Please rest for a while. I'll come back later."

With that, he left.

I stepped in and looked around. The room was exquisite, and it seemed the Taylor family had held nothing back for their adopted daughter.

Every detail reflected refinement and indulgence reserved for the upper class.

A powerful surge of excitement rose from deep within me.

Without a powerful family to lean on in my past life, I had relied on my own effort and built everything with my own two hands.

This time, with the Taylor family behind me, I would create a path that belonged solely to me.

Just as I was lost in thought, a few shouts came from behind me, and the door suddenly swung open.

A basketball came flying unexpectedly, striking the side of my head with a loud thud.

"Hey, you little bumpkin, bring me my ball," a spoiled voice called from behind me.

I slowly turned. A boy about my age, but taller and broader, stood there. He lifted his chin and looked down at me with an air of arrogance.

If I remembered correctly, this had to be the Taylor family's only child—Eric Taylor.

As a typical playboy, Eric loved extreme sports like racing and skydiving and had little interest in the family business. A racing accident in his previous life had left him paralyzed from the waist down, and it had turned his temper notoriously violent.

"Hey, what are you staring at? Did you hear me?" he snapped.

I snapped back to reality, picked up the basketball, and handed it to him.

Recalling the driver's instructions, I said politely, "Eric, here you go."

He paused, then smirked. "You're not bad at currying favor. Don't think this means you'll get a share of the Taylor family fortune."

With that, he scoffed and walked away.

In the following days, I rarely saw Mrs. Taylor—Mom—and Eric appeared even less often.

David took me around to familiarize me with the house.

The villa was enormous. Once I had a sense of it, he handed me a schedule packed with business management classes.

"This is your schedule for the coming days. Starting tomorrow, you'll receive one-on-one training in company management. Mrs. Taylor has arranged everything. You just need to study diligently. It will benefit you in the future. Can you handle it?"

These were subjects I had only encountered when starting my business in my previous life.

Now that I had access to all of this at only 15, I couldn't help but feel thrilled. I nodded without hesitation. "Of course."

David's expression showed a flicker of surprise, but he made no comment and continued his instructions.

Mom had even hired a tutor to make sure I didn't fall behind in school. In my previous life, I had already mastered all of this, so it was easy.

In just a year, I absorbed all the knowledge and learned to apply it flexibly.

"She learns incredibly fast," the tutor Mom had hired praised me in front of her. "Not only has she mastered the middle and high school curriculum, but she can even follow the complicated company management courses."

I listened quietly from my seat.

The tutor smiled. "At this rate, she won't even need high school—she could go abroad immediately."

However, Mom had other plans. She wanted me to attend high school alongside Eric first before going abroad together. On the surface, it was to watch out for each other. In truth, she wanted me to keep him in check.

Mom had paid the tutor generously, and her gaze toward me carried a newfound recognition.

"Come here," she said, motioning for me to sit.

She took my hand and placed an acceptance letter in front of me. "You've done well. Eric's grades are difficult to raise, so help him out. I don't expect too much. Just make sure he passes. Once high school is over, I'll send both of you abroad. How does that sound?"

Without any preamble, Mom laid out her expectations clearly.

I didn't hesitate. "Thank you, Mom."

Her eyebrows lifted in clear delight, and she held my hand a little tighter.

"Good girl."

As a reward, Mom gave me a card that allowed me to spend a whole day out as I pleased. It was the most relaxed and carefree day I had experienced since joining the Taylor family.

The driver took me to the bustling city center, and I got out to explore on my own. I had only taken a few steps when I saw someone familiar.

It was Elsa. She stood on the roadside under the blazing sun, handing out flyers.

The Cullens were poor and could barely spare any money. It wasn't surprising that she had to work to earn her keep. After all, I had been in the same position in my previous life.

During summer breaks, I had to work three jobs while keeping up with my studies. On top of that, I had to help my adoptive parents with endless chores and odd jobs.

They claimed to treat everyone equally, but in reality, they could never bear to let their son work.

It wasn't until later that I discovered the truth. My adoptive parents hadn't taken me in because they cared for me. They were simply looking for free labor.

"Hello, would you like to see this—"

A flyer was handed to me.

Elsa stopped mid-sentence when she looked up and saw me. "Enya?"

As she saw the luxury I was surrounded by and the care I took of myself, a fleeting trace of jealousy flitted across her expression and vanished just as fast.

She forced a smile. "You seem to be living comfortably now. Don't say I didn't warn you. Families like the Taylors aren't for everyone. Mom is far scarier than you think. You'll learn soon enough."

"I see."

My calm reply seemed to irritate her slightly.

She began boasting about her adoptive family. "The Cullens treat me very well. I live comfortably every day. Flynn even helps me with my studies. We even got into Westbridge High School by special admission."

Westbridge High School was the very school Mom had just sent me an admission notice for.

Only students with prominent family backgrounds or exceptional talent could get in, though a few were admitted through special exceptions.

In my previous life, the ones admitted through exception were Flynn Cullen and me.

"Our future is only going to get better, and you will most likely end up dying on the streets," she said with firm conviction.

"Elsa!"

She turned at the sound of her name.

"Flynn, what are you doing here?"

Elsa's face lit up, and she ran into Flynn's arms.

Flynn held a lunchbox out to her. "Mom sent me to bring you lunch. It's the middle of the day. You must be tired. Do you want me to stand in for you for a bit?"

Elsa waved him off. "No, I'm fine."

The Cullens would rather send Flynn to costly tutoring than allow Elsa even a moment of rest. That had been my life before as well.

"Thanks for your trouble," Flynn said, then looked at me.

"Flynn, this is my sister, Enya. You met her at the orphanage before," Elsa said.

He glanced at me, and a trace of disgust crossed his face. He ignored me entirely and said to Elsa, "Stay away from people like that. Let's go."

Without letting me say a word, he pulled Elsa away.

"Flynn, why are you being so harsh? What if you scare her?" Elsa asked.

"Elsa, she looks unreliable. Don't associate with her, or who knows what kind of harm she might cause behind your back," Flynn said flatly.

His words caused a brief stir in my heart, but it quickly faded.

I pulled out the card Mom had given me and made several luxury purchases.