She Took Over My Perfect Life To Get Revenge, Only To Be Trapped In My Hell Chapter 01

She Took Over My Perfect Life To Get Revenge, Only To Be Trapped In My Hell Chapter 01

I was known as the most beautiful girl at Kingsley University.

Fair skin, a tiny waist, long legs. One candid photo of me was enough to set the campus forums on fire.

But when I woke up, I was trapped in the body of a girl no one at school ever seemed to notice.

She sent me a private message, mocking me.

[You think you’re better than everyone just because you were born rich and pretty?]

[Well, guess what? This body swap is permanent. Your face, your boyfriend, your whole life—mine now.]

[As for you? Have fun rotting in that body forever.]

But when I looked in the mirror, I laughed through my tears.

She had no idea.

What no one knew was how much that beautiful face had cost me.

Growing up, my parents controlled every part of my life.

What I ate, how I looked, how much I weighed—every last detail had to fit their definition of perfect.

To them, I wasn’t a daughter.

I was a product—something designed to bring value to the family.

I wiped away my tears and smiled softly.

She thought stealing my face meant she could steal my life.

What a shame.

Give me time, and I’ll take my life back—on my own terms.

But that life I left behind? That family that tried to control me? She was stuck with both.

She’d never getting away from them.

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As my phone screen went dark, I ran barefoot into the bathroom and yanked up my shirt.

The girl in the mirror looked nothing like the person I remembered. Everything about this body felt unfamiliar.

But her body was whole.

For the first time, I felt comfortable in my own skin.

Her knees were under extra strain, but they weren’t shot from years of stilettos.

I stared at myself in the mirror as the tears came harder.

Thank God!

So this was what it felt like to live without constantly worrying about my body.

For the first time, I could eat without feeling guilty about it.

No one should have to lose themselves just to live up to someone else’s expectations.

A knock suddenly sounded at the door.

“Maya, you awake?”

A middle-aged woman walked in carrying soy milk and a burger.

The moment she saw me crying, she set the tray.

“You okay? Let’s go to the hospital!”

She’d put her shoes on the wrong feet. Then she crouched down and felt my forehead.

I froze, my mind drifting back years ago.

Years ago, even when I was seriously ill, my mother cared more about appearances than how I felt.

There was a charity gala the next day, and she didn’t want me stuck in a hospital and missing it.

But Maya’s mom had panicked just because she’d seen her daughter cry.

I took her rough hand in mine and whispered, “Mom, I’m okay.”

Her eyes welled up.

“You haven’t called me Mom in so long.”

She turned away to wipe her tears, then pushed the food toward me again.

“Are you still upset about what happened on the school forum?”

“Those people don’t know when to shut up. I don’t even read that stuff.”

“Our Maya’s healthy, got some meat on her bones—that’s a good thing.”

A rush of warmth filled me.

So Maya had something other people would kill for.

She just didn’t want it.

My phone buzzed again. Maya sent me a selfie.

She had my face on and was wearing my silk nightgown, grinning like she’d just won the lottery.

[Your parents just dropped off a whole designer wardrobe for me. And your little boyfriend even came by to take me to dinner.]

[Seraphina, you jealous yet? Bet you’re losing your mind.]

I stared at that familiar yet unfamiliar face and felt nothing but relief.

She thought she’d stolen paradise.

She had no idea how much I had sacrificed for that beautiful face.

I ignored her.

My stomach was growling, so I grabbed a hot, juicy burger and took a huge bite.

The rich, greasy flavor hit me all at once.

And then a tear dropped into my soy milk.

Twenty-one years.

This was the first time in my life I’d ever eaten a burger without hiding it.