The nanny’s daughter had sold my yacht, worth 800 million, claiming I was constantly having abortions and that the money should be donated to a temple to accumulate merit on my behalf.
My brother testified for her, publicly piling insult upon injury.
My classmates spread the story as a joke, and my fiancé, hearing this, deemed me too promiscuous and broke off our engagement.
I went straight to the police, but they colluded to declare me mentally unstable and sent me to a psychiatric hospital.
Under my family’s orders, I suffered unimaginable torment and died prematurely.
And now, opening my eyes again, I was back on the day my yacht disappeared.
Shocked, I stared as Marina, the nanny’s daughter, stood stubbornly with her arms outstretched, blocking my path.
Seeing the uncontrollable hatred etched on my face, she flinched slightly, then spoke pitifully:
“Why do you have to show off your yacht? Couldn’t you just take your classmates to a fancy hotel instead?”
“Look at her, Leonardo. Fresh out of graduation and already so extravagant. Won’t she squander the family fortune someday?”
Leonardo, my brother, saw my expression and immediately shielded Marina behind him:
“That’s enough. Your yacht has already been sold, Marina. Go take your classmates home.”
He bent down to tuck the stray strands of hair behind Marina’s ear, and they exchanged smiles, as if selling my 800-million-yuan yacht were nothing at all.
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