Reborn Betrayed Twin: From Starlet to Billionaire Chapter 03

Reborn Betrayed Twin: From Starlet to Billionaire Chapter 3 First Word, First Kill
For the first time, a crack showed in Killian’s usual cold face.
His eyes widened.
“Buh… Up…”
My first words.
Both Arthur and Celeste were stunned.
“Did she just call you brother?”
“Killian, I think she likes you! Go on. Hold her.”
He still hadn’t fully processed it before they stuffed me into his arms.
His whole body locked up at once.
Stiff. Careful. Almost afraid to use too much force.
But his eyes—
Something in them softened.
Something startled.
No way—this hot guy is my big brother?
His eyes are so dreamy… but why does he look so alone?
Don’t worry. You’ve got me now. You’ll never be lonely again!
That did it.
He went still in a way that had nothing to do with holding a baby.
Killian hadn’t grown up with his own family.
Always polite.
Always distant.
He’d learned how to wear loneliness so well, most people never noticed it at all.
And then I did.
Not just noticed.
I touched it.
Something soft flickered in his eyes—warm, almost wet. He lowered me back into the crib.
Then he reached up to his neck.
Unclasped the sapphire pendant—still warm from his skin—and fastened it around mine.
“Sera,” he said quietly, “this was the only thing my mother left me. I want you to have it.”
My heart squeezed.
I knew exactly what that meant.
That wasn’t just a gift.
It was the most precious thing he owned.
Across the room, Arthur and Celeste saw the two of us and actually teared up.
Over the next month, Killian came to the postpartum center every single day.
His icy face started thawing so fast it was almost funny.
When I wrapped my little hand around his finger, he would instantly look away.
But the tips of his ears turned red.
Every time.
He even started helping Celeste make formula for me.
That part had been my choice from the beginning.
The moment I was born, I refused breast milk and only drank formula.
Mom worked so hard carrying me already. I’ll be the best baby. Then she can sleep a lot.
And I meant it.
I kept a strict baby schedule.
Up at seven.
Asleep by ten.
If I got hungry in the middle of the night, I pressed the call button for the maternity nurse.
I never woke Celeste.
Not once.
Naturally, the family’s affection for me shot through the roof.
So I gave them a little more.
A little genius here.
A little miracle there.
I babbled out “Mama” and “Dada”.
Called the caretakers “Auntie”.
Called the younger moms “Miss”.
By the end of the month, everyone in the center was talking about me like I was some tiny prodigy.
Meanwhile, my sister was getting prettier.
Big eyes.
Tiny face.
Skin like porcelain.
A perfect little doll.
Only then did Monique finally start looking at her with real warmth.
She held her in her arms like she was admiring a piece of art.
Even hummed to her.
And to everyone’s shock, Evelina hummed right back.
That sent the whole center into chaos.
“Two geniuses at once? One was talking before she was a month old. The other was singing. Amazing!”
During the center’s little social events, Evelina would always look over at me through the crowd.
That smug little glance.
Like she was saying—
Just wait. This time, I’m winning.
A month later, Monique couldn’t wait to leave with her.
I knew exactly where she was going.
Back to the mysterious man who kept her.
Same as my last life.
Back then, she’d rushed over with me in her arms, eager to force a reunion.
He paid her off.
Just like that.
He was married, and his wife’s family was powerful enough to ruin him.
There was no way he would ever acknowledge Monique or the child.
Instead, he threatened her.
“Take the money and keep your mouth shut. Otherwise, I have a thousand ways to make both of you disappear.”
Monique took the money.
And swallowed the humiliation whole.
Then she turned around and poured all of it into raising me.
Or rather—
manufacturing me.
In my last life, she controlled me so hard it felt less like parenting and more like slow suffocation.
I was allowed four hours of sleep a day.
Four.
The rest of the time was for training.
Acting.
Dance.
Voice.
Endless lessons. Endless drills.
I was so sleep-deprived for so long that one time, during dance practice, I twisted my ankle so badly I nearly ended up crippled.
Even in the hospital, she still opened a livestream, fed on my pain and popularity to pull resources for herself.
By the time I was eighteen, she started talking about repayment.
Repayment for giving birth to me.
For raising me.
She pushed me to learn how to use my charm. How to work a room and work a man.
Later, she became a Best Actress winner.
And I became the It girl everyone was obsessed with.
What a joke.
Every bit of that shine had been bought with my body.
My tears.
So when Evelina pushed my wheelchair and sent us both to our deaths in my last life, she never understood the truth.
By then, I was already done.
I didn’t have the strength to keep going anymore.
This life? Totally different.
My sister took my old route.
And yeah, it started pretty.
Really pretty.
She became the internet’s sweetheart in record time.
Meanwhile, I settled comfortably into life as the Sterling family’s princess.
My parents were busy being gross and in love. Which left me with Killian.
Convenient, really.
In the last life, my sister treated him like an unwanted stray.
I did the opposite.
And Killian—
poor, starving thing—
responded exactly the way lonely boys always did when someone finally made them feel chosen.
He let me cling.
He let me steal his attention.
Stormy nights were my favorite.
I’d drag my pillow into his room and crawl into his bed.
He’d say no.
I’d cry.
He’d give in.
Every time.