The Genius Heiress: Reclaiming Her Stolen Life

For three years, I was a prisoner in my own body, forced to watch helplessly as a series of strangers steered my life into ruin.

Then, the system tried to wipe my consciousness entirely to make room for a new host.

The pain was blinding, like a steel spike driven through my skull, but I refused to break. I slammed a mental wall of pure spite against the code, forcing the system to retreat and bargain for its own survival.

I woke up in a room littered with the debris of a pathetic party girl, my body smeared with cheap makeup and my life in tatters.