Chapter 1

In my past life, Chloe claimed she found me a great job, but instead she tricked me into an elite VIP lounge to hostess for sleazy clients. She even smeared my name, telling Mom, Dad, and all our relatives that I was a slut.

Unexpectedly, I caught the eye of the city's untouchable billionaire heir, Damian Vance. I became his pampered pet, showered with luxury.

Chloe, on the other hand, was laid off.

Everyone praised me for being far more successful than her.

Consumed by jealousy, Chloe rammed her car into me and killed me.

When I opened my eyes again, Chloe shoved me aside and told the lounge manager that she was the new hire reporting today. That was when I knew she had reincarnated too.

She smiled at me, declaring that before long, Damian Vance would hold her in the palm of his hand.

I smiled too.

Because in my past life, I was never his pampered pet.

I was his human shield.

"Which one of you is the new girl reporting today?"

The voice snapped me back to reality just as Chloe violently shoved me aside.

"It's me! It's me!" she yelled eagerly. "I'm Chloe."

I braced myself against the wall, glancing at her in bewilderment.

Only then did it hit me: she had reincarnated with me.

And we were right back to the day she tricked me into signing a contract at this exclusive VIP lounge.

She frantically scribbled her signature on the contract, her face glowing with raw ecstasy.

The moment the manager walked away, I feigned confusion and asked:

"Chloe, wasn't this the job you set up for me?"

She scoffed, looking at me with pure disdain. "You're nowhere near good enough for this job. Go find some ordinary gig on your own and stop trying to ride my coattails."

I sneered on the inside.

In our past life, right after graduating college, I was ready to hunt for an ordinary job.

Yet Chloe insisted she had pulled strings to get me a phenomenal position, demanding I take it.

Having no other choice, I went.

When it came time to sign the contract, I wanted to read the fine print, but she snapped irritably:

"I'm your older sister! I might be strict with you, but I'd never hurt you. Just sign it already. What's there to look at?"

Trusting her, I signed it.

Little did I know, that contract was practically a deed of ownership.

My workplace wasn't an office at all. I was thrown into an elite VIP lounge to hostess and drink with wealthy clients, living a life worse than death.

Behind their polished exteriors, those powerful men unleashed their inner monsters in the private rooms, using endless sick ways to torment us.

Being groped and force-fed liquor were the least of it.

Burning my hair with lighters, stubbing cigarettes out on my arms, or making me stand against the wall with an apple on my head as a human dartboard—it was routine.

Even now, just remembering it made me tremble all over.

And Chloe was the one who put me through that hell.

My eyes chilled as I looked at her.

She sneered, "You're not as smart or as pretty as me. Giving you this job would be a total waste.

"And let me tell you, it won't be long before I become Damian Vance's woman. When that happens, I'll have the world at my feet! You won't even be fit to wipe my shoes."

In the past, she always hid behind a sweet, caring facade while stabbing me in the back.

Now, before she had even climbed to the top, she already thought of herself as a queen and couldn't even bother pretending anymore.

Hiding my coldness, I acted stunned. "You know Damian Vance?"

She grunted, gritting her teeth. "I just didn't have the chance before, but now it's mine! Don't even dream about Damian Vance. Just wait until you're on your knees begging to serve me!"

I laughed inwardly.

She had already signed the contract.

Her descent into that hell was sealed.

I was going to watch her suffer every single drop of agony I endured in my past life.