I was wrongly killed for plagiarism, and after rebirth I just played badly
Chapter 1
I got canned from my job, so I packed my
bags and headed back to the sticks, spending
my days playing mahjong with Grandma.
Meanwhile, my whole family was freaking out,
searching high and low for me.
Turns out, my genius jewelry designer sister
couldn’t sketch a thing after I left.
Last time around, at the National Jewelry
Design Competition, my little sister always
managed to whip up designs that were
carbon copies of mine, but, like, five minutes
sooner.
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Everyone accused me of plagiarism, and my
own family jumped on the bandwagon to
testify against me.
The company decided I was a liability, a
copycat ruining their reputation, so they
handed me a pink slip and a bill for damages.
My family treated me like dead weight,
kicking me to the curb.
The weight of their betrayal and public shame
crushed me, and I spiraled into depression. I
ended up getting mowed down by one of my
sister’s crazed fans while walking down the
street.
Before blacking out, I couldn’t figure out how
my sister always got her hands on my designs
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Then, bam! I woke up, back to the day before
the National Jewelry Design Competition.
“Ashley, you feeling confident about the
competition?”
The office chatter snapped me back to reality.
I couldn’t believe it, I was reliving it all!
“Ash has won the company’s Designer of the
Year award, like, three times in a row, of
course she’s confident.”
She bumped my shoulder with a smile.
I was at a loss, because I knew what was
coming.
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Last time around at the National Design
Competition, I submitted my design, one I had
poured my heart and soul into for days.
Then, boom! I was accused of straight–up
plagiarism!
The organizers flashed two designs on the
screen, identical down to the tiniest detail,
including the flower patterns.
But, the kicker? My sister, Madison, had
submitted hers first.
She stood below the stage, eyes red, staring
at me like she couldn’t believe it.
She grabbed the mic, shouting, “Ashley, why
would you copy my work? If you’re stuck, I
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can help you find inspiration! Why would you
do this?”
I froze. It was my design. I’d kept it locked
away on my computer, never showed it to
anyone.
I tried to explain, but the crowd was already
chanting: “Copycat! Get off the stage!”
“You don’t deserve to be a designer. What a
joke!”
I snatched the mic, trying to defend myself,
but only a few people believed me.
Then, my parents trotted out photos of
Madison burning the midnight oil.
They said they regretted having a daughter
like me and disowned me on the spot.
That was it. Nobody believed me anymore.
I was escorted out by security, and my phone
blew up with hate.
I checked my computer for viruses,
backdoors, anything. The computer and my
sketches were always with me, how could this
happen?
How could Madison have an exact copy of my
design?
All my ideas, sketches, they came from me.
I would never plagiarize her!
“Ashley, I heard your sister’s in the
competition too, who do you think will win?”
Soon after I joined this company, Madison, somehow joined as well.
Hearing that made my stomach drop. My
hands clenched into fists, like they wanted to
break skin.
My little sister, Madison.
When she was born, she didn’t cry like other
babies.
Mom thought something was wrong and
brought in a psychic.
The guy walked in and fixated on me.
He claimed my aura clashed with Madison’s,
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making her weak. He said I was stealing her
life force.
He said I had to move out so Madison could
survive.
The alternative? She wouldn’t live past 25.
