The Soul-Swap Queen Bee

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After being bound by the Soul-Swapping System of the class beauty, I first took scissors and slashed my own flawless face. Then, with a swift, decisive chop, my left hand was severed. Finally, I leaped from the top floor, breaking both my legs, coughing up blood, and falling into unconsciousness. Soon after, our souls swapped, our bodies exchanged. My eyes glinted with venom: "You like swapping, do you? I'll give you enough to last a lifetime."

Right now, I sit before my vanity, looking at my own exquisite face in the mirror, weeping with joy. Everything feels so real. I know I have been reborn. The next second, my face contorts in sudden horror. "No, after being bound by the class beauty's soul-swapping system, there's no escape, no way to break free. I'm still destined to lose this body."

I look at the wall clock. Eleven o'clock sharp. Only one hour remains until my soul swaps with the class beauty. By then, this body of mine will, as in my previous life, become hers. Suddenly, I feel lost. The thought of the tragic fate I suffered after the soul swap in my past life sends shivers down my spine. "What should I do?" My heart is filled with despair. My unfocused gaze suddenly drifts to a family photo. In the picture, I sit in the center. My father, mother, and brother surround me. Our family smiles brightly, radiating immense happiness.

However, when I see their faces, a cold dread seizes my entire being, chilling me more than the soul swap itself.

In my previous life, after my soul was swapped with the class beauty, Alice Lin, I descended into utter madness. I rushed into my home in Alice's body, accusing Alice of her crimes. I told them that I was Mom and Dad's real daughter, my brother's beloved sister. Unfortunately, I was violently thrown out. Of course, I didn't give up. I pursued and confronted them again and again. Yet, I only received more merciless beatings. They called me a complete lunatic.

Later, Alice, accompanied by my family's bodyguards, cornered me in an alley and broke my legs. I screamed for them to just kill me. Alice's foot pressed against my chest, her face contorted, teeth gritted. "No, Victoria Rodriguez, I want you to live, to watch me enjoy your wealth and prestige, to enjoy everything you have. I want you to live a lifetime of unbearable pain. Why are you the campus belle, and I'm just the class beauty? Why are you a wealthy heiress, and I'm a farmer's daughter? Do you know? I hate seeing that aloof, nonchalant way you spend money, it irritates me so much I can't sleep. But now everything you have is mine, hahaha."

I wailed, but no one pitied me. Alice's parents took me to the hospital, caring for me meticulously, but I told them to get lost. A thought suddenly struck me, and I found Alice, who was occupying my body, threatening her: "Swap me back quickly, or I'll torment your parents until they wish they were dead." Alice burst out laughing: "Be my guest. Those poor parents are a disgrace to me anyway. Go on, go quickly. After you kill them, I promise not to call the police." Hearing that, I fell into despair.

At this point, I quickly opened the drawer. I pulled out a photo from my diary. In the photo, a handsome young man embraced me. His gaze towards me was tender and infatuated. Stephen Noth, my fianc, my greatest love. But my eyes were filled with deep-seated hatred. "In my previous life, my death was truly horrific." I stared intensely at Stephen Noth's photo, my teeth grinding.

I still remembered. When my brother threw me out of the Rodriguez family home once again, I was knocked unconscious. When I woke up, I was in a dark basement. I was terrified, but then I saw Stephen. I wept with joy then, pouring out my past to him, telling him the little secrets only we two shared, telling him that I was the true Rodriguez family heiress, begging him to help me. Stephen smiled slightly: "Of course, I know you are the real Victoria Rodriguez." Just as I thought my ordeal was over, his tone shifted. "Do you think your parents don't know? Do you think your brother doesn't know? The current Victoria Rodriguez's demeanor has plummeted, she can't play the piano, she's forgotten how to paint, her singing sounds like a duck. With such obvious abnormalities, how could they not notice? They're not fools."

My expression was blank: "Then why don't they acknowledge me?"

Stephen calmly undressed, a sneer on his lips: "The marriage alliance between the Rodriguez family and the Noth family is paramount. Since Alice occupied your body, she got the benefit. But for me, conquering your soul is what matters most." With that, amidst my screams and struggles, he defiled me.

Thus, in that sunless basement, I endured Stephen's endless humiliation and torment. Until one day. I saw my brother in the basement. I harbored one last hope, pleading with him for help. Because I never believed what Stephen said. I didn't believe my biological parents and brother, after recognizing me, would still abandon me. But my brother was utterly indifferent, kicking me away: "Victoria Rodriguez, since your soul was swapped, that's your destiny. You have to accept it. Whose soul occupies my sister's body isn't important. What matters is that her body can bring endless benefits to the Rodriguez family. So, serve Stephen well. Consider it another contribution to the Rodriguez family."

At this, my last shred of hope completely shattered. I began to refuse food and drink, like a living corpse, and was choked to death by an enraged Stephen.

Memories faded. My heart, strangely, settled into peace. The excitement of newfound life vanished in an instant. "What good is it to break the soul-swapping system?" "Who would even care for such a family and fianc?" My eyes were blank, devoid of any emotion. I glanced at the clock; it was close to midnight. Without a doubt, Alice Lin, the class beauty, was already waiting at the entrance of my villa. My lips curved into a smile: "You like swapping, do you? Then I'll give you enough to last a lifetime."

My right hand had already found the scissors on the table. In the mirror, I looked at my beautiful face, without a hint of regret. The next moment. The sharp scissors plunged directly into my skin. Blood welled up, slowly flowing out. Intense pain coursed through me, but I didn't utter a sound. Because this pain was trivial compared to the agony of my previous life, it barely registered on my numb nerves. A streak of blood appeared on my face as the scissors slid. I didn't stop. One, two, three... Until my face was covered in blood and completely disfigured, only then did I stop. I smiled silently, the blood flowing even more profusely.

I stood up and walked out of the room. The house was utterly silent. I walked from the fourth floor to the third. Hearing the sounds of intimacy from my brother's room, my eyes remained indifferent, unmoved. Reaching the second floor, my parents were already sound asleep. I didn't pause, walking to the first floor without a hint of lingering attachment. Blood continuously flowed, marking my path.

I passed the maid's room, entered the kitchen, and saw the cleaver hanging on the wall. Without hesitation, I took it down. Then I placed my left palm on the cutting board. The next second. My hand rose and fell. The cleaver flashed coldly. From top to bottom, it struck my palm with brutal force. In an instant, my left hand was severed at the wrist. Yes, the cleaver was very sharp, excellent quality. The gushing blood made my head spin. Feeling for a rag, I firmly pressed it against the severed limb. I bit my tongue, barely managing to regain a shred of consciousness. I began to return, slowly making my way back upstairs.

Back in my room, I climbed onto the windowsill. I saw a familiar figure standing in the distant light. "Alice, you're here." I mumbled, an indescribable excitement in my voice. I looked back at the clock. Ten seconds left until midnight. No longer hesitating. I leaped from the window. My legs hit the ground, the brittle snap of bones piercingly loud in the darkness. Both legs shattered, left hand severed, face disfigured. This body, you're going to love it. Then, I fell unconscious.

My unconsciousness lasted less than a second. I felt my body lighten. My soul floated into the air. The intense pain in my body vanished. I saw my blood-soaked, unconscious self. I saw bodyguards from the shadows rushing frantically, shouting. In that instant, a pulling sensation came. My soul visibly entered Alice Lin's body. I moved my hands, examined my new body, and smiled faintly. "It's been a while."

The villa was now bustling with commotion. My parents' wails and my brother's cries echoed, one after another. I chuckled, turned, and walked away. In this life, though my soul has also been swapped, I want to live a completely different way. Of course, with the Rodriguez family's immense wealth, I believe my original body will not die. Next, what I look forward to most is seeing Alice's expression after she regains consciousness. I also anticipate how my parents and brother will treat this broken "Victoria Rodriguez."

As for Stephen Noth? You go around telling people you love me more than life itself. So, this ruined body, do you still like it?

I left. Guided by the memories of my previous life, I arrived at Alice's home. I took out the key, opened the door, and was met by two pairs of expectant eyes. "Alice..." They were a plain-looking, honest middle-aged couple. They both stood up simultaneously, looking at me cautiously, their gaze filled with apprehension and carefulness. These two were Alice's biological parents.

In my previous life, I had interacted with them. At that time, I had just had my legs broken, and they were weeping uncontrollably. They borrowed money everywhere to gather my medical expenses. Then, day and night, they guarded my hospital bed, never leaving my side. Even when faced with my insults and physical attacks, they never retorted or retaliated, tending to me without complaint. Until Stephen Noth captured me, I never saw them again.

Alice's family was from a rural area. Now, they rented a place in the city, both working in a nearby factory. Everything they did, I could see, was so Alice could study well. I could genuinely feel their selfless love for Alice. That's why, in my previous life, I used them to threaten Alice. I never expected that Alice saw them as a disgrace, wishing I would kill them. Before I died in my last life, I thought of my parents' and brother's heartlessness. I also thought of the unconditional love Alice's parents had for their daughter. The contrast between the two left an indescribable emotion accompanying me to my death.

"Alice, are you hungry? Shall Mom make you a bowl of noodles?" Alice's mother asked me, her face full of anxious concern. I looked up at her; she forced a smile, her eyes filled with care and anticipation. "Yes, I'm hungry." I nodded. She immediately beamed with delight: "Good, good, good. Mom will go make it for you right away." She joyfully bustled into the kitchen, as if she had received the greatest news.

Alice's father was the same, rushing to the refrigerator to pull out a bag of lychees. "Alice, these are the lychees Dad bought today. Come and eat them quickly; they're chilled, so delicious." I said nothing, took them, peeled them, and ate. Alice's father immediately beamed, his smile wide. Clearly, Alice usually didn't treat them well. Now, merely accepting their efforts made them seem overwhelmed with gratitude.

At this moment, I understood Alice's living environment even more deeply. Her parents' love for her had no bottom line; it had reached a point where she could take whatever she wanted. Yet, she still disliked her parents, disliked them for being too poor. It wouldn't be an exaggeration to say that Alice was the head of this household. Even a little kindness from Alice would make her parents deliriously happy.

"It seems this family isn't bad at all." A thought came to me. I didn't resist this feeling; in fact, I rather enjoyed it. I was indeed hungry and quickly finished eating. "Mom, this bowl of noodles is delicious." This one sentence actually made Alice's parents start wiping away tears. "As long as you like it, Mom will make it for you every day." "Alice, as long as you don't dislike me and your dad, we're willing to do anything for you. We'll work hard to earn more money, definitely buy you brand names, give you lots of pocket money, just give Mom and Dad a little more time, okay?" Alice's mother opened up, speaking more and more excitedly, almost swearing to the heavens in the end. Alice's father also nodded frequently beside her, genuinely sincere.

I was torn between laughter and tears. It seemed this Alice was truly something; at merely a high school senior's age, she had completely tamed her biological parents. My heart softened, and I shook my head. "No need. Work in moderation. Your health is most important." With that, ignoring the stunned couple, I entered the room. After closing the door, I heard their excited crying. They kept saying, "Alice has finally grown up." The crying soon faded. I knew they were afraid of disturbing my rest. The room had no luxurious decor, only cleanliness and neatness, which I found strangely appealing. I fell into a dreamless sleep. Because the past was dead, and the future was promising.