My Reborn 18-Year-Old Revenge Scam? Bankrupting Bullies! - Chapter 1: Chapter 1
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When I opened my eyes again, I was reborn at eighteen.
In this shitty, yellowing classroom, some asshole was betting on ME:
"Twenty bucks says I can grab Jess Sterling's tits. Who's game?"
Their sick laughter echoed before they made their call: "Tyler, you do it."
Tyler Ashford smirked. "Hell yeah, I'm in."
I kept my head down on the desk, eyes shut, waiting for Tyler to walk over.
Come on, you piece of shit—take the bait.
Last lifetime, you fuckers didn't just ruin me—you dragged me straight to HELL.
This time? I'm taking ALL of you down.
Tap tap tap.
Tyler knocked on my desk.
I pretended to wake up, lifting my head slowly. "What?"
Tyler put on his most innocent face. "You free after school? Got something to tell you."
I studied him carefully.
Tyler was playing it cool, acting all casual and proper. What a joke.
Without missing a beat, I replied, "Sure."
"Great. Wait for me after school."
He turned around with that cocky swagger and strutted back to his seat.
Muffled snickers erupted behind me.
I didn't need to look back to know what kind of smug expressions they were wearing.
Ugh.
Bunch of IDIOTS.
I put my head back down on the desk.
I had no clue what twisted game fate was playing, bringing me back to eighteen.
After all, eighteen-year-old me was starving, so hungry I could only keep chugging water to fill the emptiness.
During lunch break, everyone else was actually napping. Not me—I had to "sleep" because I was too damn hungry to do anything else.
But I couldn't actually fall asleep.
So I heard every whispered conversation from the guys.
They talked about games, comics, basketball, and girls, including me.
Pretty but poor—that combination made me a target at any school.
But since I was a girl, they had more twisted ideas in mind.
They were betting twenty bucks.
And ten years ago, I actually went with Tyler to the woods behind school for those twenty bucks.
He paid. I stripped.
Then—
Click.
Tyler took the photo.
The next day, that picture spread through our entire class group chat.
From then on, they called me "Twenty Bucks".
After school, Tyler was the first one out of the classroom.
"Let's go," he said.
I grabbed my backpack and followed behind him without saying a word.
We walked off campus, heading toward the woods behind school.
Tyler kept glancing back at me, like he was afraid I'd bolt.
I touched my empty stomach. "Hey!"
Tyler turned around. "What? We're almost there. You're not backing out, are you?"
"No," I said. "But I'm hungry."
Tyler looked confused, then clicked his tongue in annoyance.
"So what do you want?"
"Food. Now."
Tyler was getting impatient. He didn't want to waste time, but he also couldn't give up the opportunity. After weighing his options for a few seconds, he nodded. "Fine. Food first."
I ordered fried rice—Tyler paid.
The fast-food joint was grimy and greasy. Tyler couldn't stomach it—he just sat there with his arms crossed, watching me wolf down my meal.
Tyler looked disgusted. "Damn, Jess, were you a starving ghost in your past life or something?"
I completely ignored him.
I'd forgotten how the hunger felt at eighteen.
But I remembered Vivian Walsh's cruelty perfectly.
That beautiful woman was like a virus. She'd married into my family with her daughter in tow, and quickly infected my dad's mind.
From that moment on, I became the pitiful little orphan.
Vivian could calculate precisely how many calories were needed to "survive" and strictly controlled the money she gave me—enough for a piece of bread. It would last a day without killing me, but it was torture.
The hunger left me with no energy to study. I wouldn't be able to get into college or compete for family resources.
This house would only support HER daughter.
I set down my fork with satisfaction.
"Done." Tyler stood up. "Let's go then."
I suddenly grabbed his arm.
Tyler froze. His whole body seemed to heat up, his arm burning hot like it could cook me alive.
Ah, teenage hormones.
So intense.
Even hotter was the look in Tyler's eyes.
"Jess," he said, his voice husky as he looked down at me. "You need money, right?"
I smiled.
What a stupid question.
Of course I needed money.
That's why he came to me, wasn't it?
"Come with me to the woods," Tyler said.
I shook my head, my hand slowly sliding up his arm, my body pressing closer until we were face to face.
"...How about a motel?" I whispered in his ear.
In the dim, narrow alley, the word "motel" seemed to glow in the darkness.
Tyler's Adam's apple bobbed.
In this shitty, yellowing classroom, some asshole was betting on ME:
"Twenty bucks says I can grab Jess Sterling's tits. Who's game?"
Their sick laughter echoed before they made their call: "Tyler, you do it."
Tyler Ashford smirked. "Hell yeah, I'm in."
I kept my head down on the desk, eyes shut, waiting for Tyler to walk over.
Come on, you piece of shit—take the bait.
Last lifetime, you fuckers didn't just ruin me—you dragged me straight to HELL.
This time? I'm taking ALL of you down.
Tap tap tap.
Tyler knocked on my desk.
I pretended to wake up, lifting my head slowly. "What?"
Tyler put on his most innocent face. "You free after school? Got something to tell you."
I studied him carefully.
Tyler was playing it cool, acting all casual and proper. What a joke.
Without missing a beat, I replied, "Sure."
"Great. Wait for me after school."
He turned around with that cocky swagger and strutted back to his seat.
Muffled snickers erupted behind me.
I didn't need to look back to know what kind of smug expressions they were wearing.
Ugh.
Bunch of IDIOTS.
I put my head back down on the desk.
I had no clue what twisted game fate was playing, bringing me back to eighteen.
After all, eighteen-year-old me was starving, so hungry I could only keep chugging water to fill the emptiness.
During lunch break, everyone else was actually napping. Not me—I had to "sleep" because I was too damn hungry to do anything else.
But I couldn't actually fall asleep.
So I heard every whispered conversation from the guys.
They talked about games, comics, basketball, and girls, including me.
Pretty but poor—that combination made me a target at any school.
But since I was a girl, they had more twisted ideas in mind.
They were betting twenty bucks.
And ten years ago, I actually went with Tyler to the woods behind school for those twenty bucks.
He paid. I stripped.
Then—
Click.
Tyler took the photo.
The next day, that picture spread through our entire class group chat.
From then on, they called me "Twenty Bucks".
After school, Tyler was the first one out of the classroom.
"Let's go," he said.
I grabbed my backpack and followed behind him without saying a word.
We walked off campus, heading toward the woods behind school.
Tyler kept glancing back at me, like he was afraid I'd bolt.
I touched my empty stomach. "Hey!"
Tyler turned around. "What? We're almost there. You're not backing out, are you?"
"No," I said. "But I'm hungry."
Tyler looked confused, then clicked his tongue in annoyance.
"So what do you want?"
"Food. Now."
Tyler was getting impatient. He didn't want to waste time, but he also couldn't give up the opportunity. After weighing his options for a few seconds, he nodded. "Fine. Food first."
I ordered fried rice—Tyler paid.
The fast-food joint was grimy and greasy. Tyler couldn't stomach it—he just sat there with his arms crossed, watching me wolf down my meal.
Tyler looked disgusted. "Damn, Jess, were you a starving ghost in your past life or something?"
I completely ignored him.
I'd forgotten how the hunger felt at eighteen.
But I remembered Vivian Walsh's cruelty perfectly.
That beautiful woman was like a virus. She'd married into my family with her daughter in tow, and quickly infected my dad's mind.
From that moment on, I became the pitiful little orphan.
Vivian could calculate precisely how many calories were needed to "survive" and strictly controlled the money she gave me—enough for a piece of bread. It would last a day without killing me, but it was torture.
The hunger left me with no energy to study. I wouldn't be able to get into college or compete for family resources.
This house would only support HER daughter.
I set down my fork with satisfaction.
"Done." Tyler stood up. "Let's go then."
I suddenly grabbed his arm.
Tyler froze. His whole body seemed to heat up, his arm burning hot like it could cook me alive.
Ah, teenage hormones.
So intense.
Even hotter was the look in Tyler's eyes.
"Jess," he said, his voice husky as he looked down at me. "You need money, right?"
I smiled.
What a stupid question.
Of course I needed money.
That's why he came to me, wasn't it?
"Come with me to the woods," Tyler said.
I shook my head, my hand slowly sliding up his arm, my body pressing closer until we were face to face.
"...How about a motel?" I whispered in his ear.
In the dim, narrow alley, the word "motel" seemed to glow in the darkness.
Tyler's Adam's apple bobbed.
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