Chapter 1

The billionaire announced through the media that he was seeking to find 100 children born from his sperm donations.

When my best friend discovered she was one of them, she wanted to meet him.

I advised her to wait, cautioning that the billionaire was seriously ill and might have ulterior motives.

She listened and decided not to go.

Later, the billionaire died, and those who recognized him as their father inherited his supposed billion-dollar fortune.

My friend blamed me for ruining her chance at wealth and ended my life.

When I opened my eyes again, I was back on the day she told me she was the billionaire's child.

I was shaken awake, my body trembling.

When I opened my eyes again, my best friend, Luna, was excitedly waking me up by my bedside.

“Luna, can you believe it! I’m actually the daughter of the richest man in City W!”

I felt disoriented and instinctively recoiled from her.

I touched my neck, recalling how in my past life, Luna had stabbed me there, making it hard to breathe.

Just like before, Luna animatedly explained how her parents used a sperm donation because her father couldn't have children. Yesterday, the richest man in City W announced his sperm donation details and expressed a desire to meet his biological children.

Each recognized child would inherit his fortune.

“My genetic information perfectly matches the billionaire’s! I am his daughter! Luna, do you think I should go meet him?”

Luna looked at me, her eyes shining with joy.

She always aimed high but never put in the effort. During college, she only wanted to snag a rich guy to enjoy a wealthy life.

But, unfortunately, rich guys care about status, and they only played with her.

So in my past life, when Luna found out she was the billionaire's daughter, she wanted to meet him to fulfill her dream of becoming a rich heiress.

I learned the billionaire was seriously ill and had over 100 children from sperm donations.

Out of concern for her safety, I suggested she not rush into it.

“I heard many rich people use sperm donations to create their own mobile blood banks and natural organ donors. Especially since he's only seeking his children now when he's seriously ill. Maybe you should wait a bit.”

Luna dismissed my concerns at the time until she heard that several recognized children mysteriously disappeared. Then she held my hand fearfully and said, “Thank goodness you warned me, Luna! Otherwise, I'd be doomed! Luna, you're the best!”

But then, after her failed attempt to woo the campus heartthrob, Gideon, and hearing that the recognized children did inherit the fortune after the billionaire's death, she blamed me for blocking her financial path.

On my birthday, she stabbed me in the throat repeatedly in rage:

“If it weren’t for you! If you hadn’t stopped me! I would have been a billion-dollar heiress by now! How could Gideon reject me, and how would I be living such a miserable life?”

“Luna! It’s all your fault! Go to hell!”

But what she didn't know was,

On the day she killed me in my past life,

The police had just announced it was a scam. The billionaire's sperm donation was real, but recognizing the children was a sham. All the recognized children were lab rats for medical experiments.

The inheritance was real, but the billionaire's illness and death were fake. He had already transferred all his assets, waiting for everything to be exposed and then disappear.

He left not billions in fortune, but billions in debt.

And all these truths, I never had the chance to tell Luna before I died by her hand.

The vengeful satisfaction in Luna’s eyes in my memory overlapped with the fervent look of the Luna in front of me.

This time, I didn’t advise her. I just smiled slightly:

“Congratulations.”

Good advice cannot save those who are doomed.

I chose to respect others' destinies.