Chapter 1

At the wedding banquet, the fake heiress leaned close to me under the guise of a toast, a provocative smile on her lips.

"Happy wedding. I tried out your man and your marriage bed last night."

I couldn't take it anymore and slapped her across the face.

The next second, my husband, Ricardo Moretti, slapped me six times in front of everyone.

"Ella has always yielded to you in everything, yet you still can't tolerate her!"

"I'd rather marry a dog than a woman as classless as you!"

At his command, I was thrown into the deep mountains of Corsica, into a cave crawling with venomous snakes.

There, I was tormented for seven days straight.

Then my three own brothers showed up.

My eldest brother, Luca Vito, the current head of the family, kicked and broke my leg.

"Ella cried all night. I've already made the decision—all your assets have been transferred to her."

My second brother, Marco Vito, a Hollywood film emperor, twisted and broke my arm.

"From now on, only Ella's name will be written in the family registry. You will never be acknowledged as a Vito."

My third brother, Enzo Vito, the family's chief surgeon, stabbed me directly in the abdomen.

"Ella has had kidney disease since childhood. To make it up to her, you must donate a healthy kidney!"

Before I could argue, my internal organs were carved out alive.

In agony that could drive anyone insane, a cold mechanical voice sounded in my mind.

【Congratulations, host. All the abuse plotlines for the cannon-fodder female supporting character have been completed!】

【Once this body dies, you may return to your original world and claim the ten-billion reward!】

Hearing that, I suddenly stopped wailing.

The despair and pain in my heart instantly turned into relief at the impending release.

My eldest and second brothers left with my kidney.

In the cold snake cave, only my third brother Enzo and I remained.

Blood flowed steadily from the wound. Enzo complained as he stitched me up.

"If you'd cooperated earlier, I wouldn't have had to operate in this godforsaken place."

"What a hassle."

Just last week, Ella had gotten a nearly invisible paper cut from a document.

Enzo had acted as if the sky was falling, summoning a top medical team and checking the wound every three hours.

Now, facing me—whose kidney had been cut out alive—he found even basic suturing a bother.

Perhaps because I'd been silent for so long, he leaned down and patted my face, then injected me with antibiotics.

"Stop playing dead. I know you're tough. This little wound is nothing."

"You just want to play pitiful so I'll feel guilty and steal my attention from Ella, don't you? Drop your petty schemes!"

In the past, when misunderstood by my closest kin, I would tear up and argue.

But now, I felt only numb calm.

I closed my eyes and said hoarsely, "You can go too. Leave me here to die alone."

To me, the fastest relief would be to die immediately.

But to Enzo, my words clearly meant something else.

"Sophia, what do you mean by that? Saying such defeatist things on purpose to disgust me?"

He deliberately pulled the suture tight. The fragile flesh at the wound edge tightened, foul blood gushed out, bringing piercing pain.

Seeing me gasp in pain, cold sweat beading on my forehead, a flicker of pity crossed his eyes. He softened his tone.

"You're my own flesh and blood sister. Do you have any idea how much we three brothers have sacrificed to find you all these years? How could I let you die like this?"

"In the end, it's all because you're narrow-minded and hit Ella that you're suffering like this."

As he complained, he injected anesthetic into my wound.

"As long as you promise not to make things difficult for Ella anymore and apologize to her properly when you get back."

"I can take you back to the estate and give you the best treatment."

Listening to his condescending tone, I felt only irony.

I am a transmigrator. I arrived in this world at age six and became Sophia Vito.

Three years ago, the three Vito brothers tearfully found me and brought me back to the Vito family estate.

But when I returned, I discovered there was already a "heiress" in the house—Ella Colleoni, whom they had adopted years ago.

The first time I saw her, I recognized her.

Back in the orphanage, it was she who locked me in the basement and took my place when the Vito family came to adopt.

For twenty years, Ella enjoyed all the love and care that should have been mine, while I bore all her suffering in her stead.

But if she so much as furrowed her brow in feigned grievance, my three blood brothers would unconditionally side with her and blame me.

Even Ricardo, to whom I had been betrothed since before birth, only smiled at her, treating me with icy indifference.

I was sick of it all. I didn't want to argue anymore.

I raised my hand and tore open the freshly stitched wound.

As blood and intestines gushed out together, Enzo screamed until his voice cracked.

"Sophia, are you insane! You'll die!"

Seeing the tears of panic in his eyes, I curled my lips.

"Die? That would be wonderful."

"Living one more second makes me sick!"

With that, I could no longer fight the heavy droop of my eyelids. My head lolled to the side, and I lost consciousness.