Reborn Betrayed Twin: From Starlet to Billionaire Chapter 02

Reborn Betrayed Twin: From Starlet to Billionaire Chapter 2 Double Delivery, Double Drama
And this clueless woman actually buys everything he says? She’s set for life, alright—if being a fool counts. Look at herself. Does she really think she’s first lady material? Not in a million years.
The poison in my sister’s thoughts hit the room.
Arthur’s face turned cold on the spot. He ordered the doctors to take her away from Celeste’s side immediately.
Celeste was starting to wonder if this daughter was some kind of demon.
A rival fighting for her husband’s attention. A ticking time bomb in her own home.
From that time, they started hating Evelina.
Me?
I was different.
I was going to make them adore me for real.
A wife-obsessed billionaire and a soft-hearted sweet fool?
Please.
That was easy.
So I slipped another thought straight where it needed to go.
Did I make Daddy and Mommy cry? I can’t do that. Gotta step up. Be someone worth crying over—in a good way.
Then I turned in the warm dark of the womb and faced the ultrasound.
Tiny hand out.
Grab.
Pull.
Once.
Twice.
I worked the cord off my neck with all the strength my unborn body had.
Phew… don’t cry, Daddy, Mommy. I got it off already.
Arthur and Celeste both stared at the monitor in surprise.
Then Arthur barked, “Doctor. Look. Now. Is the cord off her neck?”
The medical team’s voices shook.
One nurse practically burst into tears.
“Mr. Sterling, Mrs. Sterling… this is a miracle. I’ve never seen anything like it.”
“Your daughter must have sensed you. She moved on her own to free herself.”
“What a blessing. Congratulations.”
Celeste burst into tears.
Arthur pulled her into his arms, eyes red, and waved a hand.
“Bonuses. A hundred grand. Every person in this building. Go.”
The team nearly wept with relief. They bowed and thanked the couple like they’d just been given a second chance.
A second ago, they were terrified of being buried with him.
Now he was showering money on them.
All thanks to me—your soon-to-be-born little heiress.
Then a scream ripped through the wall from the next delivery room.
Sharp.
Familiar.
“What do you mean difficult labor? Get your best doula in here. Now. Or I’ll shut this place down myself.”
Monique Thorne. The C-listed actress!
Right.
I almost forgot.
In my last life, Evelina and I had been born like this too.
One wall apart.
So I reached across that wall the only way I could.
A soft little whisper.
Straight into her heart.
Sweet sister, you jumped into the race before me, so how come you’re not out yet?
Oh, I get it! Oldest goes first. Which means I get to come out first!
The reaction was immediate.
“Ah! Doctor—it hurts! The little monster is kicking me! Get her out!”
I nearly laughed.
Evelina really was as stupid as ever.
The second I poked her pride, she lost control and started thrashing inside Monique’s belly.
Monique screamed herself hoarse, crying out between curses.
Meanwhile, I adjusted my position.
Calm.
Neat.
Perfect.
Then I called out happily in my heart.
Daddy, Mommy, I’m coming!
And with one hard wiggle—
plop.
Out I slid onto the delivery bed, wailing at the top of my lungs.
Arthur froze.
The doctors froze.
Even my sweet dumb mother looked stunned.
“That… that’s it?” Celeste stammered. “She’s out?”
One of the doctors laughed in disbelief.
“I’ve never seen a birth this easy. Congratulations, Mr. and Mrs. Sterling. You’ve been blessed with a little angel.”
Celeste scooped me up.
The second I landed in her arms, I stopped crying.
Then I smiled.
Celeste gasped with joyful tears. “Arthur, look! She stopped crying as soon as I held her. She’s smiling at me!”
Arthur gathered both of us into his arms and choked up.
“What a sweet baby. She didn’t want to make things hard for you.”
Then he named me on the spot.
Seraphina Sterling.
And he established a foundation under my name, transferred five percent of the Sterling Group into my name.
“My good girl. This is Daddy’s gift for you.”
Inside, I was screaming.
Five percent.
At birth.
Evelina, on the other side of the wall, was probably furious enough to kick Monique to death.
In the end, Monique couldn’t take the pain anymore and had Evelina delivered by C-section.
The whole hospital was whispering behind their backs. They were calling me an angel and my sister a little monster.
Monique didn’t even bother looking at her before having someone carry her away.
Me?
I got placed right beside Celeste’s bed.
Exactly where I belonged.
I was just about to drift off when a face appeared above me.
Young.
Pale.
Beautiful in a cold way.
A pair of amber eyes looked down at me, distant and unreadable.
Ah.
So this was him.
Killian Sterling.
The future monster my sister had practically handcrafted with her own stupidity.
In my last life, she had hated him from the day she was born. Called him a parasite. A stray living under someone else’s roof.
He was the grandson of the Sterling family patriarch’s closest friend. The old man had raised him like family.
After the patriarch died, that responsibility passed to Arthur.
Evelina never understood what kind of person Killian was.
She targeted him everywhere.
Excluded him.
Humiliated him at school in front of everyone.
And a boy like that—
cold, hungry, already half feral from being unloved—
didn’t shatter—
he soured, silently, from the inside out.
Still, he was terrifyingly capable.
A business genius.
Arthur promoted him to CEO right after graduation.
That was when my idiot sister finally panicked. She was lazy, spoiled, and only knew how to play princess. The second she sensed her inheritance might slip away, she hired kidnappers to get rid of him.
That was her mistake.
A fatal one.
Killian survived.
By the time he was done with her, her face was ruined and one of her legs was gone.
Thinking about it made me want to smile.
Evelina’s stupid brain had never understood one simple rule.
Boys like that were not meant to be provoked.
They were meant to be handled.
Fed.
Kept warm.
Then turned in the direction you wanted.
This time, I was going to win Killian over early.
And make him mine to use.
So I sent the first hook in sweet and soft.
Wow… He’s so cute. I’m in love.
Then I gave him the purest, most angelic smile my newborn face could manage—
and lifted both my chubby little arms, asking him to hold me.