From his throne nearby, the Underworld's young and annoyingly gorgeous ruler, Killian Draven, watched us with an amused look.
"Is she always this dramatic?" he asked, raising an eyebrow.
There had been rumors about us in our past lives. We weren't just regular reincarnated souls; we were part of some twisted experiment Killian ran—a reincarnation trial, giving select souls a chance to choose their next lives.
Naturally, my sister didn't care about the details. The moment Killian opened his mouth to explain, she cut him off with another one of her signature kicks and lunged for the rich woman's womb.
"I'm done being her sister! She doesn't deserve me!"
Killian had no choice but to adapt the experiment on the fly, allowing each of us to choose our own paths.
She didn't wait to hear the fine print.
And because of that, we never actually heard what Killian was trying to tell us that day.
But deep down, I'd always felt like we missed something important.
Now, as I clung to the mirror, refusing to let go, Killian smirked.
"You're smarter than she is," he said, resting his cheek on his fist. "So let me tell you what she missed."
And suddenly, it all clicked into place.
It turns out that in the updated version of his experiment, Killian had added two special conditions.
First, he gave us each a rare ability: the power to hear people's thoughts. Not out loud, but in real-time—inner voices, exposed like open books.
Second, we were bestowed with once-in-a-lifetime beauty. The kind that could alter fates and bend destinies.
He wanted to see what we'd do with those gifts. Whether hearing the raw, unfiltered thoughts of a wealthy family would change the way we navigate that world. And whether beauty alone could shift the fate of a girl born into the dirt.
Of course, neither of us knew any of this when we first entered the game.
Looking back now, it all made sense.
My sister probably figured out how messed up that wealthy family really was and started mentally dragging them hard.
And they heard every single word.
No wonder they turned on her. No wonder that deranged older brother snapped and dragged her down into the depths of his obsession.
As for me? My freakish beauty earned me my mom's obsession. She polished me into the perfect product—the ideal idol.
But the spotlight? It was a cage.
And she? She was hell.
I looked through the mirror at the actress's swollen belly.