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Reborn with Bipolar Disorder: The Real Heiress Takes Back Everything

After being replaced by a robot and left to die in the African savannah by her own family, the real heiress of the Veil fortune is reborn. In her previous life, Linda's manipulation led to her gruesome demise and the family's ruin. Now, back at the moment she first entered the billionaire household, she is no longer the girl desperate for love. Battling mental illness from her past struggles, she embraces her instability to dismantle her enemies and reclaim her legacy.
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Chapter 4

The next day, Dad flew overseas for business. I checked myself out of the hospital alone and went back to the estate.

I barely stepped through the door when Linda grabbed me at the edge of the ground-floor pool.

The challenge in her eyes wasn't even hidden:

"Guess. If we both fall in, who do you think they'd save?"

I looked at the pool, three meters deep, and a chill moved through me.

In my previous life, she pushed me in. I nearly drowned, saved at the last second by a maid coming out to use the bathroom. I was left with fluid in my lungs and a cough that never went away.

Not this time.

She shoved me into the pool with everything she had. I dove straight to the bottom and swam to the far end underwater.

Linda was expecting to watch me thrash. One blink, and I was gone.

She craned her neck over the edge to look, and slipped right in, because I'd smeared the pool edge with lubricant beforehand.

I lay on the tile and watched her flail. What an idiot. I'd learned to swim.

Then Jason came sprinting from the side, screaming her name, desperate to get her out.

I narrowed my eyes. So it was a setup from the start.

It took them ten full minutes to haul Linda out.

She was shaking, terrified, and then suddenly dropped into a deep bow in front of me, eyes glistening.

"Sis, I was wrong. I'm so sorry. I'll make it right, I swear—"

I was bored. I wanted to walk away.

But Jason was staring at me, rage building behind his eyes like a wildfire.

"You—actually—tried—to—kill—her."

He grabbed a fistful of my hair from behind with one hand and wrenched me off my feet, hanging me in the air.

Then he forced my head underwater and held it there.

I stayed calm, held my breath, and played along.

Go ahead, the harder the better.

What felt like a century later, he pulled me back out.

He dumped me in front of Linda's hospital bed and kicked me.

"On your knees."

I curled up on the floor. Mom was right beside Linda's bed, looking at me like she hated me.

"The doctor said Linda nearly died. Severe suffocation. Pulmonary edema."