When The Rightful Heiress Is Reborn

Ch 2

The desire to have, to own everything her older sister had, which initially and rightfully should have belonged to her if Leila had never been brought back home by their father after her illness was cured, consumed Julianne.

Julianne thought she would grow up to inherit all the properties owned by Chief Faisal, who possessed billions of dollars in net worth. There were so many unimaginable things she and her mother could have been entitled to, but Leila's arrival ruined it all, and their imaginary wealth vanished into thin air like vapor before they knew it. That’s when the desire was born—when Julianne was still considered little.

Realizing that acting cute wouldn’t work on her father, Julianne confided in her mother, who was also Leila’s stepmother, and together, they schemed to bring Leila to where she was now.

It was hard.

So many nights Julianne tried to prove herself to her sister, hoping to enter her life and gain her trust. She had to pretend they both had the same tastes just to have something in common to talk about, even though she didn’t like those things at all. Finally, when they turned ten, her efforts paid off as she and Leila became as close as real siblings.

Julianne had just casually said this that day, casually, but she never knew it would work!

"Sister, I really love your new Gucci bag. It's a pity I don't have one."

"I will give it to you when we get home."

It was like a luxury gift that just fell from the sky and straight into her lap. It was something Julianne hadn’t expected.

Was it because Leila had started treating her as a lackey, or was it because she had too many, and that’s why she could bear to part with precious bags so easily? Julianne couldn’t understand, even though she pondered over it at nights with the bag placed in front of her eyes as she fell asleep. No matter what the actual answer was, it successfully aroused her indignation time and again.

In the first place, she shouldn’t have had to ask for anything. It should have belonged to her! It was hers from the beginning!

All her twisted emotions were presented to Leila’s eyes.

"I don’t believe you," Leila’s hoarse voice sounded extremely firm as she met Julianne’s widened eyes.

Everything seemed makeup to her otherwise. How could a sister she was willing to give her life to if it comes to it suddenly turn this hostile and manipulative?

Anyone could be, but definitely not this sister before her, the sister with the sweetest smile that told her when they were young that she would always be there for her, whenever and wherever.

"I am glad that you still choose to believe in me, dear big sister," Julianne sneered, her eyes mocking which was contrary to her grateful words. She declared with her hand clenched into a fist. "But do you know that’s what makes you even more unlikable."

"You must think you are amazing, don’t you?" She scoffed, brushing the strands of ash hair on her face aside. She didn’t go back into the topic but instead leaned back onto the chair and crossed her arms in front of her chest and uttered coldly, "But you aren’t. You know the reason behind your terminal illness relapse?" She smirked, "It’s my handiwork."

Julianne’s words once again made Leila’s eyes dilate in horror, her heart trembling.

In the upper circle, it wasn’t a secret that her mother had died of this illness a few days after giving birth to Leila, and she too was diagnosed with it at a very young age.

Her maternal grandparents only had her mother, and after they lost her, they were so grieved and decided to retire and take Leila away to the countryside with them since even doctors weren’t sure they could completely cure her. They were only told to wait a few years before undergoing the surgery.