The Fake Heiress’s Deadly Scheme

The second I came to, I grabbed the box cutter off the shelf and pressed it to the convenience store cashier’s throat.

Amid the chaos of screams, I calmly told the clerk to call the cops and insisted they handcuff me, demanding a mandatory 24-hour hold.

Everyone thought I’d snapped or was having some kind of psychotic episode.

Only I knew I was trembling with sheer relief.

In my past life, on this exact night, my scheming stepsister Tiffany—the fake heiress—pushed my adoptive mom down the stairs, killing her instantly from brain death.