Reborn Betrayed Twin: From Starlet to Billionaire Chapter 01

Reborn Betrayed Twin: From Starlet to Billionaire Chapter 1 The Womb Race
My younger sister Evelina and I were born enemies.
Even before birth, she wanted everything for herself.
We were supposed to be twins.
Instead, she kicked me into the womb of a washed-up C-list actress and crawled into the belly of a billionaire’s wife.
She wanted the better life.
The better family.
The title of little princess of high society.
Too bad she picked wrong.
Because the Sterling family was rotten in all the ways that mattered.
Arthur Sterling, the billionaire patriarch, was obsessed with his wife to the point of madness.
Celeste Sterling was sweet, soft, and far too easy to manipulate.
And their adopted son—
he was the worst of them all.
Cold.
Starved for love.
Possessive in that quiet, dangerous way that ruined lives.
In my last life, my sister was raised in that house.
And that boy broke her.
By the end, she was crippled. Both legs ruined. Barely human.
Meanwhile, my actress mother clawed her way to the top.
She became a queen of the screen.
And she dragged me up with her, step by step, from child star to darling of the industry.
My sister hated me for it.
In the end, jealousy consumed her. She strapped explosives to herself and walked onto the stage where I was accepting the award—making sure to destroy me at the very moment I was finally shining.
Then I opened my eyes again.
And the first thing she did was flip me over and dive headfirst toward the actress’s womb.
“This time, I’m the one everyone’s going to worship.”
I smiled.
She had no idea.
The Sterling family’s fatal obsession?
I could cure that from inside the womb.
As for that future psycho of an adopted brother?
Give me a few years and that boy would learn to breathe when I told him to.
And the actress she was so desperate to claim?
That woman was the real nightmare.
…
“My dear sister, looks like it’s finally your turn to be tortured by that insane family.”
In the space between death and rebirth, Evelina knocked me aside and clawed for the womb of the washed-up C-list actress beyond the silver veil.
I caught the edge of the fractured light just in time.
My whole body strained as I fought not to fall.
Across from us, the Arbiter of Souls blinked.
He was young. Handsome. And visibly confused.
“Uh… is your sister always this impatient?”
In my last life, the moment she heard that the Arbiter had chosen us for some kind of reincarnation experiment, she practically vibrated with excitement.
We had been given a rare chance.
A choice.
A choice of rebirth.
He hadn’t even finished explaining before she kicked me away.
“Stay sisters with that b*tch?” she snapped. “No. She’s not on my level.”
The Arbiter had looked annoyed, but not surprised.
In the end, he changed the rules on the spot.
Instead of making us enter the same family as twins, he allowed each of us to choose a separate household.
Terrified he might change his mind again, my sister didn’t wait for the rest.
She scrambled straight toward Celeste Sterling’s womb.
And because of that, in our last life, we both died without ever learning what he had left unsaid.
But I knew one thing.
It had mattered.
A lot.
When he saw me still clinging there, refusing to choose, the Arbiter smiled.
Approvingly.
“You’re the smart one, I see. Unlike her,” he said. “Alright, let me tell you the catch.”
By the time he finished, everything clicked into place.
In the last life, after changing the setup, he had added two gifts.
Emotional intrusion and extraordinary beauty.
The Arbiter wanted to see two things.
First—
what would happen if a deeply dysfunctional billionaire family could hear the thoughts of their child?
Second—
whether overwhelming beauty could change the fate of a struggling actress and her daughter.
The problem was, in our last life, we knew none of this.
So here’s what must have happened: my sister figured out that the richest family in the city was a walking red flag. And instead of keeping it to herself, she kept dragging them in her head—nonstop. And somehow, they heard every word.
No wonder the whole Sterling family disliked her from the beginning.
No wonder that emotionally twisted adopted brother eventually destroyed her.
As for me—
yes, I had used my beauty to win my actress mother’s fierce devotion.
Yes, I had become famous.
Beloved.
Desired.
But the glitter had been a trap.
Behind the fame was a pit with no bottom.
I stared at the image of the actress’s swollen belly behind the veil.
A cold smile touched my mouth.
Congratulations, my sister.
You just volunteered to take my place in hell.
This time, I would use every advantage I had.
My memory.
My emotional intrusion.
I would start earlier than anyone thought possible—beginning in the womb.
And by the time I was born, every member of the Sterling family would already be addicted to me.
“Thank you, Sir.”
I looked at the Arbiter one last time.
Then I let go.
And dropped into Celeste Sterling’s womb.
“What do you mean, the cord is around her neck?”
The first thing I heard was a man roaring.
“If you do a C-section, my wife could be at risk?”
Arthur Sterling’s voice cracked through the delivery room like thunder.
“Then do something! Save my wife. Forget the baby! And if anything happens to my wife, I’ll bury this entire hospital.”
Even in the womb, I almost laughed.
OMG, so this is my billionaire dad? He’s so into my mom. Like, crazy in love. For real!
What a legend. One in a billion. My mom’s so lucky!
The second my thoughts landed where I wanted them to, the room changed.
Arthur froze.
Celeste, who had been crying out through labor, froze too.
I felt it.
That jolt.
That impossible stillness.
Both of them had heard me.
A smile curled inside me.
Good.
So it worked exactly the way I thought it would.
Targeted emotional intrusion.
Precise.
Controlled.
Elegant.
Who heard what I wanted them to hear—
that was entirely up to me.
My sister never realized she had that power.
At first, emotional intrusion was automatically open to the entire Sterling family.
So once she heard Arthur roaring that he would save his wife over the baby, she exploded in the womb.
What kind of braindead billionaire act is this? Playing devoted husband for the cameras?
What a joke. This billionaire’s just putting on a show, huh?
Please. I bet he’s got a bunch of side pieces and secret kids already. “Save the mother, not the child.” Give me a break.
And just like that, she poisoned the room.
Celeste almost turned on Arthur right there in the delivery suite.
Arthur had to kneel.
Had to swear.
Had to practically tear himself open proving his loyalty before Celeste calmed down.
After my sister was born, he didn’t even look at her.
Not once.
He just clutched his wife and cried.
“Baby, you did so well. You scared me to death.”
And in the crib, my sister kept sneering.
Hello? Your baby is right here. Not even a glance? Talk about putting on a show.