Hid My Black Card, Watched School Belle Panic and Beg Novel – It was the first day of freshman training when Brielle Cross, the campus queen, announced she was treating the entire class to a luxury shopping spree. Top-tier sunscreen worth thousands, designer handbags, and a whole bag of pricey imported snacks were all on her tab.
While the rest of the class cheered, I quietly slid my black card into a military-grade safe. Because in my previous life, Brielle’s phone had brushed against my card. In that brief moment, five million dollars vanished. Exactly the amount the class ended up spending. I went to confront her with my bank card, only for her to secretly record the entire conversation and post it online. “I don’t have your face, and I sure as hell don’t have your fingerprint.
How could I use your card?” “I was trying to be nice and give everyone a welcome gift, and now I’m being accused of theft?” The video blew up online. Public opinion turned fast. I was relentlessly bullied until I saw no way out. Just as I was about to report it to the police, someone slipped poison into my water. I dropped dead on the spot.
The next time I opened my eyes, I was back on the day she made that big announcement about the welcome gift. “Everyone, I know training’s been tough, so I decided to give you all something special.” Brielle was grinning, megaphone in hand, practically glowing with excitement. “We’re heading to the mall today to grab some gifts. Anyone who wants to come, follow me!” As I stared at that smug look on her face again, it hit me.
I had been reborn. Hearing those familiar lines, a wave of hatred surged in my chest. At first, the classmates didn’t react much. Most looked indifferent. But once Brielle cleared her throat and flashed a sleek black card, everything changed. “Let’s go pick out Chanel bags, premium sunscreen, and if anyone gets tired, I’ll take you all to the Azure Springs Resort.
Sound good?” The Azure Springs Resort was the most exclusive spa spot in the city. A single-day pass cost $18,888. As soon as the words left her mouth, the class erupted. The way they looked at Brielle instantly changed, now with flattery and awe. “No way, Brielle’s seriously loaded. I’ll be your shadow from now on.” “If a rich girl’s buying, not even the apocalypse could stop me from going!” I looked at them, a mocking glint in my eyes.
In my last life, I had followed the crowd to the mall Brielle picked. They went wild, grabbing whatever they wanted. Each person walked away with over $15,000 in luxury goods. When it was time to pay, Brielle claimed her card was missing and then accused me of stealing it. Every card has a unique serial number. To clear her suspicion, I showed her my own black card.
Sure enough, she gave an apologetic smile. “My bad, I must’ve mixed it up.” She then pulled her “lost” card from her pocket and paid for everything. But the moment the payment went through, I got a notification that five million dollars had been drained from my account. It matched, item for item, the total the class had just spent. There was no invoice, only a payment record.
I had no way to prove what happened. Still, I confronted Brielle. She recorded the whole thing and posted it online to smear me. “All I did was glance at your card. Now you’re accusing me of stealing your money?” “Guys, come on, I gave her a ten-thousand-dollar gift and she turns around and says I robbed her? Make it make sense!” Everyone in class had taken her gifts, so of course they were willing to defend her.
Giving out ten grand per person as a welcome gift, she quickly became a social media sensation. A rich-kid influencer. Her livestreams were flooded with people sending her gifts back. And just when I finally decided to go to the police, someone poisoned my drink. I dropped dead on the spot. Then Brielle fabricated purchase records, claiming I had bought the poison myself. “She probably just couldn’t handle the shame.
Poor thing. This is my fault. I shouldn’t have posted it online.” My soul floated above the room, watching her fake sympathy and crocodile tears. I felt nothing but nausea. The guy I secretly crushed on all throughout high school? He held Brielle in his arms without hesitation. “This isn’t your fault. It’s Aurora Hale’s. She was always so petty.
Honestly, she had it coming.” Seeing them wrapped up in each other, I clenched my jaw until I thought I’d crack a tooth. I had zoned out so hard I didn’t even hear Brielle calling my name. She finally lost her patience and slapped me on the back. “Aurora, you’re coming too, right?” “Everyone else is going. If you’re not, it means you’re looking down on me.”