Reborn To Ruin Her Rivals - Chapter 33: Chapter 33

What was Henry doing then?
Henry was out entertaining clients. He had work—understandable, at least for now.
But Sharon? She was just a pampered housewife lounging at home.
When her own daughter had a raging fever that wouldn't go down, all Sharon said was that Arielle probably had too many viruses in her body, which was why the fever wasn't breaking.
Sharon rushed Arielle to the hospital that night—not because she was worried about her daughter, but because she was scared the illness would pass to Meredith.
For three whole days, Sharon went shopping and had afternoon tea with Meredith. Not once did she go to the hospital to check on Arielle.
Back then, did Sharon even think of the girl lying in that hospital bed?
Arielle scoffed silently, 'What a two-faced hypocrite.'
Arielle lowered her gaze, burying everything from the past—every humiliation, every heartbreak, every shred of disappointment.
Whether it came from family, friends, or love, Arielle shoved it all into the ground.
When Arielle looked up again, her eyes met Sharon's furious glare. She stared back coldly. "Ms. Bradford, you're really something else.
If Mr. Bradford didn't sleep well, it's probably because there's something wrong with his health. You should call a doctor, not bother me. If you want me to treat him, I'm afraid I'd end up killing him.
"As for Meredith's injury—she hurt herself. What, do you expect me to smash my own forehead just to match her?"
The maids were already used to these verbal battles between Sharon and Arielle.
No one dared to step in. They all hid in the kitchen, ears perked, listening to the chaos outside.
Lexi, a long-time member of the Bradford family, couldn't bear to see Sharon so angry, but also felt sorry that Arielle never received any of her mother's love.
Caught in the middle, Lexi could only stand quietly off to the side.
No matter who she helped, Lexi would be the one paying the price.
Sharon had been furious for days. Just seeing Arielle made her blood boil.
And now, hearing Arielle argue instead of admitting fault only pushed Sharon further over the edge.
"You're already this vicious at your age," Sharon snapped. "I should've strangled you the moment you were born. Do you think I matter to you at all? Do you even see me as your mother?
"You're always running your mouth, targeting your sister again and again. Is that what you want? For something bad to happen to her?"
Arielle scoffed, 'Wow. Regret? Strangle? Sharon regrets giving birth to me.
'But I also regret having Sharon's blood run through her veins.'
Arielle would've preferred Sharon had just ended her life at birth—that way, she wouldn't have had to suffer through this miserable existence.
Then Arielle wouldn't be so bitterly disappointed in the world.
'This… is a curse from a mother to her daughter.' Arielle let out a silent laugh. 'Does Sharon really not know what she's doing, or does she just hate me from the very start?'
Meredith was living the life that should've been hers. And Arielle had taken on the pain she never deserved.
Arielle thought, 'All those years out on the streets—who ever cares about me?
'In everyone's eyes, I'm nothing but a stray, a bastard. I lived a life where getting beaten up by other homeless people was just normal.
'The only thing I ever hold onto is the will to survive. As long as I'm alive, that's enough. But in the end?'
In her old life, Arielle had been taken back into the Bradford family. Only to face more disgust, rejection, betrayal, and pain.
Arielle would've rather never returned. In their eyes, Meredith was the golden child. Arielle was nothing.
Wherever Meredith was, Arielle was always just some extra—unimportant and unnecessary.
Sharon looked down on Arielle, said she was cheap and shameful, said she lacked class, said she couldn't do anything right.
Sharon said Arielle was no match for her precious Meredith.
Sharon said Meredith was some heavenly angel. And Arielle? Just an ugly little duck that no one wanted around.
Meredith had been given elite education from the start. How was that ever a fair comparison?
Arielle had been heartbroken for so long. She'd thought Sharon's harsh words were just tough love, trying to push her to improve.
So Arielle quietly worked hard where no one could see.
She couldn't dance? She used her allowance to hire a teacher. Couldn't paint? She studied.
Over three years, Arielle mastered everything a wealthy young lady was supposed to know—music, calligraphy, painting.
All Arielle wanted was a single word of praise from her parents.
Instead, they gave Arielle nothing but coldness. Called her pathetic for trying to imitate Meredith, said she looked ridiculous.
With nowhere to vent her frustration, Arielle turned to combat training and self-defense. Tried to toughen up.
Even if she'd grown up in a slum, Arielle had her pride. But all she ever got from them was indifference, mockery, cruelty, and destruction.
A sneer curled on Arielle's lips. She said flatly, "Then let her die. Ms. Bradford, you sure talk a lot.
"Instead of wasting breath on me, why not go take care of Mr. Bradford and your precious daughter? You're not young anymore. Staying up too late could kill you."
With that, Arielle turned and walked away, not even sparing Sharon another glance.
Sharon was beyond furious. All that pent-up rage had nowhere to go, and Arielle had just handed her a target.
The next moment, Sharon lunged forward, grabbing Arielle's shoulder, trying to yank her back and slap her across the face.
But Arielle moved lightning fast. She grabbed Sharon's wrist and said coldly, "You gave birth to me but didn't raise me.
"You abandoned me, and now you want to hit me? Go ahead. Try it. Lay a finger on me and I swear I'll slap Meredith ten times harder. I'll make sure you pay tenfold."
With a hard shove, Arielle punched Sharon right in the chest. It was the first time she'd ever struck her own mother.
Sharon staggered backward several steps, nearly falling. Her chest ached, tight and painful.
"You dare?" Sharon screamed. "I swear I'll kill you!"
"Try me. See who kills who," Arielle shot back, unflinching.
Arielle met Sharon's bloodshot eyes with a taunting smirk, then turned and walked out of the dining room.
Sharon pointed at Arielle's back, trembling with rage, but couldn't form a single word.
In the next second, Sharon slammed both bowls on the table to the floor.
The living room rang out with the sharp clatter of breaking porcelain and Sharon's furious yelling.
Sharon thought, ' It must be my imagination. Arielle can't possibly have said something so rebellious. Calm down.'
Sharon forced herself to breathe deeply, trying to calm down. It felt like the whole scene had been some bizarre dream.
Once things finally quieted down, Lexi stepped out from the corner and went over to help Sharon up.
Less than two days before school started, Arielle received an unexpected invitation from Samson.
Arielle thought their deal was already done—she never expected him to reach out again.
But when she arrived at Cloud Nine, Arielle found out Samson had come specifically to thank her.
Samson said Arielle didn't just help him catch his enemy—she helped him find a goldmine.
Samson recounted what happened that day excitedly. "That bastard hid everything well. Turns out, there was a massive armory inside that villa.
"It was a huge stash—we hit the jackpot. Miss Bradford, you've got some serious credit for this. So, what do you want? Name it."
Samson was in such high spirits. Even someone as seasoned as he was had been shocked by the sheer scale of that underground stockpile.
Missiles, weapons, body armor—there were even two advanced armored vehicles there.
Samson couldn't help but remember how Arielle had warned him last time—told him not to underestimate the enemy and to bring more people.
At the time, Samso thought Arielle was overreacting. With his power, how could he not take down a guy like Glenn?
But in the end, Samson took her advice. Sent in a small team first as a distraction, then launched a final strike and wiped out Glenn completely.
Arielle waved him off. "Our deal's done. I got what I wanted. Just think of it as me making a friend. If I ever need help in the future, I won't be shy about it."
Yes, Arielle would definitely need Samson's help someday—especially with the place that had tortured her to death in her old life.
In this life, Arielle was living for revenge. And those people—she'd never let them off easy.