The Billionaire Mother’s Revenge，Slaying My Ungrateful Daughters

On the day of my daughter's eighteenth birthday, I discovered she had been switched with another baby at the hospital. After bringing my biological daughter home, I thought our family was finally complete. I never expected that within a year, I would be diagnosed with terminal cancer. On my deathbed, I gathered both my adopted daughter and my biological daughter to my side. "In my heart, you're both my daughters. When I'm gone, please take care of each other..." To my horror, they sneered in unison. "You might see us as daughters, but we never saw you as a mother!" My adopted daughter knocked my medicine off the table, her face twisted with disgust. "Did you really think raising me for eighteen years made you my real mom? We don't even share a drop of blood!" At the same time, my biological daughter ripped out my ventilator, her eyes burning with pure malice. "My foster mother raised me for eighteen years! In my heart, she's my only mother!" Without hesitation, the two of them grabbed a pillow and smothered me to death. Until the moment I stopped breathing, I couldn't comprehend it. One was the flesh-and-blood daughter I carried for nine months. The other was the daughter I had pampered and adored for eighteen years. Why did they join forces to drag me straight into hell? When I opened my eyes again, I was back on the day I gave birth eighteen years ago. "Congratulations, it's a healthy baby girl!" The nurse's cheerful voice cut through the newborn's piercing cries. "Come, hold your baby." Before I could even process what was happening, a tiny, wrinkled infant was placed gently into my arms. The moment I saw that familiar little face, realization hit me like a tidal wave. I was reborn. I was back eighteen years ago, right at the moment I gave birth! The suffocating agony of my previous death still burned fresh in my mind. Combined with the massive blood loss from labor, my vision went dark, and I passed out cold before I could utter a single word. When I opened my eyes again, the baby was gone from my arms. In my past life, I had fainted just like this, and when I woke up, the nurses had already moved the baby to the hospital nursery. That was precisely when my baby had been swapped. Panicked, I dragged myself out of bed and rushed toward the neonatal nursery. Just as I reached the door, I caught a glimpse of a woman slipping out through the emergency exit. I ran straight to the bassinet labeled with my name, Lillian Vance. A newborn baby girl was lying inside. Newborns usually look nearly identical. In my past life, I had only caught a fleeting glance of my daughter before passing out. That was why I had lived in complete ignorance of the swap for nearly two decades. But after spending eighteen years raising her, I recognized the baby in the bassinet at a single glance. It was Evelyn, my adopted daughter. She had a faint birthmark near the corner of her eye, one that grew more distinct as she grew up. The baby the nurse had handed me earlier had nothing of the sort. The child had indeed been switched. My mind immediately snapped back to the woman slipping through the back door. It had to be her! I sprinted through the exit and caught sight of her turning into the stairwell. Just as I reached the heavy fire door to catch her red-handed, a familiar silhouette through the glass panel froze me in my tracks. It was my personal driver, Mark Davis. He furtively took the baby from the woman's arms, keeping his voice down to an urgent whisper. "Fast work. Did anyone see you?" "Of course not! I timed it down to the second and swapped her with our own little girl!" The woman chuckled smugly. "Once our daughter grows up, we'll have her drain that rich bitch of every single cent!" Mark hesitated slightly. "What if she refuses to recognize us when she's older? She'll be raised in luxury, after all. She might not care about us." "And what if Lillian leaves everything to her own real daughter? We'd end up raising someone else's kid for nothing, without seeing a dime!" The woman scoffed, overflowing with confidence. "She's my flesh and blood! There's no way she won't acknowledge us!" "As for this brat in my arms, after I raise her under our thumbs for eighteen years, I'll make damn sure she obeys us." In that instant, the brutal truth shattered my world. It had never been an accidental hospital mix-up. It was a calculated, cold-blooded swap. The culprits were my driver Mark Davis and his wife Martha. They worked in tandem from the inside out, keeping me in the dark until the very day I died. In this life, I had stumbled upon their conspiracy before it even began. They had laid out an eighteen-year death trap just for me, waiting for me to step right into it. Since they had put so much effort into this lethal scheme, exposing them right now would be far too easy. I would make sure every ounce of agony I suffered in my past life rebounded onto them, a hundred times over. Without making a sound, I quietly turned around and walked back to the nursery. Looking down at the sleeping Evelyn, the hatred from my horrific death surged through my veins. In my previous life, I had held her in the palm of my hand for eighteen years. Even after finding my biological daughter, I never treated Evelyn any differently. I provided her with the finest life money could buy. Eighteen years of motherly affection had made me view her as my own soul. I had even allocated 50% of my company's shares to her in my will. And yet, she turned on me like a rabid beast, smothering me with her own hands. In this life, that tragedy will never repeat itself.After being discharged from the hospital, I didn't shower Evelyn with endless love like I did in my past life. Instead, I hired a nanny with the absolute worst reputation in the industry to take full charge of her daily care. Whatever the nanny did to Evelyn, I never cared, never asked, and never held anyone accountable. In my previous life, my husband died in a tragic car crash shortly after I found out I was pregnant. To ensure Evelyn wouldn't feel the absence of a father, I took on both parental roles, pouring 200% of my love into her. Even when my indulgence turned her into an arrogant, spoiled brat, I never complained once. I balanced raising her single-handedly while managing the company's endless affairs. Decades of relentless exhaustion took an irreversible toll on my health, so much so that by the time I discovered the terminal cancer, it was already too late. There were countless times when I passed out from severe hypoglycemia while tutoring Evelyn through her homework. Every time I woke up, I was still lying on the freezing cold hardwood floor. Standing beside me, Evelyn never showed an ounce of concern. Instead, she looked down at me with sheer annoyance. "Mom, if you're not dead yet, get up." "You faint all the time. Do you have any idea how much you're slowing down my study schedule?" No matter how cruel she was, I always forgave her with unconditional tolerance. I genuinely believed that pouring my whole heart into loving a child would earn me love in return. I never imagined I was nurturing a venomous snake that would end my life. In this life, I would never spoil her again. Under the cold, strict regime of the nanny, Evelyn's personality took a complete 180-degree turn compared to my past life. She became timid and overly cautious, asking for permission before doing practically anything. "Mom, may I read a comic book for a little while?" I didn't even look up from my laptop, reviewing my business reports as I spoke coldly. "Go ahead. You can read them for the rest of your life if you want." "Just remember: the heir to my fortune must be the absolute best. If you turn out to be completely useless, you won't see a single cent of my wealth." Terrified, Evelyn dropped the comic book immediately, rushing back to her bedroom to bury her head in her textbooks. Watching her grow increasingly insecure and hypersensitive, I knew the first step of my revenge had succeeded. In my last life, I spoiled her so much that her greed became bottomless, ultimately driving her to kill me. In this life, I would mold her into a girl who would never dare defy me. Only then would Mark and Martha's master plan unravel. All I needed to do over these eighteen years was to 'raise' Evelyn on their behalf. Until the day she turned her fangs back on them. Aside from the agonizing memories of my demise, my rebirth gave me tremendous foresight. Relying on my memories of future economic shifts, I guided Vance Group through multiple market crashes and expanded our empire exponentially. By the time Evelyn turned five, I was officially crowned the wealthiest woman in New York. One afternoon, a major television network notified me to attend an awards ceremony. I turned my car around from a neighboring city to head home and prepare. I never expected that before even stepping through my front door, the scene before my eyes would freeze the blood in my veins.Through the floor-to-ceiling glass windows, I saw Mark Davis sprawled boldly across the sofa in my living room. Sitting right beside him was none other than my biological daughter, Chloe! Before my brain could even process what was happening, Evelyn came skipping down the stairs, settling herself snugly between the two of them. She wrapped her arms around Mark's shoulders and giggled. "Dad, that bitch Lillian is out of town on business! You can finally come inside and spend time with me without hiding!" Mark stroked her hair, beaming with immense pride. "Just a few more years, sweetheart. Once you turn eighteen and secure the inheritance rights, your mother and I can move in here for good!" Beside them, Chloe looked equally ecstatic. "Once that old bitch Lillian drops dead, the four of us can live in this massive mansion together!" My mind went completely blank. A deafening roar echoed in my ears. Were Evelyn and Chloe aware of the swap all along? Had they been secretly helping Mark and Martha orchestrate this trap behind my back the entire time? Before I could dig deeper into my thoughts, Evelyn's face twisted with raw hatred. "Lillian really thinks her little mind games can keep me under control? What a joke! It's all an act!" "I only pretend to be timid and obedient so she lets her guard down. That way, I'm guaranteed to get half of her billions!" Chloe scoffed in disgust. "I still can't believe I share blood with that pathetic fool. It makes me sick to my stomach! I refuse to ever call her my mother!" "The day she brings me back home when I turn eighteen, I'm going to destroy her piece by piece! I'll make sure she learns she was never worthy of being my mom!" Mark chuckled warmly at both of them. "That's my girls! That's the spirit!" "Always remember, we're the real family here!" One shocking revelation after another battered my senses, threatening to split my skull wide open. It had all been calculated. Even Evelyn's sudden change in demeanor, her submissive obedience—it was all a calculated performance to fool me. They were just waiting for me to step right into their snare. Yet they never dreamed that I had seen right through them long ago. Every time I reprimanded Evelyn, she hadn't been doing homework in her room. Her notebooks were completely covered in vile curses directed at my death. She had even crept toward my bedroom late at night holding an X-Acto knife multiple times, only to be frightened off by the silent security alarms I had secretly installed. I never confronted her about it. The more twisted and depraved her mind became, the faster my goal would be achieved. I knew with absolute certainty that bad blood ran through Evelyn's veins. She had murdered the woman who raised her for eighteen years in my past life. Under my suffocating psychological pressure in this life, she was bound to commit acts far beyond human decency. And Chloe? In our past life, she had lived in abject misery for eighteen years, forced to drop out of school before even finishing elementary school to do manual labor. From what I uncovered back then, Mark and Martha routinely abused her physically. When I finally brought her home, there wasn't a single inch of unblemished skin on her body. I genuinely believed that reuniting with her would grant her a brand-new life. Yet she personally pulled the plug on my life support and held the pillow over my face alongside Evelyn. That family of four had built their luxurious new lives over my dead body. Thank God the heavens had eyes and granted me a second chance. In this life, I would never be the tragic mother who died in ignorance at the hands of her treacherous daughters. I knew very well: Evelyn could not be spared. And Chloe? She deserved an even worse fate.In the blink of an eye, the day of Evelyn's eighteenth birthday arrived. In my previous life, it was on this exact day that I 'coincidentally' bumped into Chloe, who happened to be holding her birthday party at the very same luxury hotel. Seeing Chloe's face, which bore a ninety percent resemblance to mine, combined with the fact that they shared the exact same birthdate, I had grown suspicious and launched a private investigation. The results proved that Chloe was indeed my biological daughter. Naturally, that entire encounter had been meticulously staged. They were just waiting for me to acknowledge her and fall headfirst into their trap. Watching the scene unfold exactly like my previous life, Chloe deliberately rushed forward and grabbed my arm, putting on an affectionate front. "Ma'am, we look so much alike! Is today your daughter's eighteenth birthday too?" Beside her, Evelyn put on a terribly clumsy performance. "Oh my goodness! Mom, why does she look so much like you? Could she be your long-lost daughter?" Instead of playing along like I did in my past life, I coldly pulled my arm back and turned to leave. The next second, Chloe grabbed my wrist tightly, raising her voice so everyone in the banquet hall could hear. "Ma'am! You can't just leave! If I really am your daughter, you have a legal and moral responsibility to take care of me!" Evelyn immediately chimed in to back her up. "Mom, why are you in such a hurry to run away? You aren't trying to abandon your own flesh and blood, are you?" Watching them coordinate their little drama was utterly laughable. The last time they had stood side-by-side like this before my eyes was when they smothered the life out of me in that hospital bed. If I let things play out normally, I would only end up meeting the exact same gruesome fate. I let out a chilling chuckle, looking down at Chloe with an unreadable expression. "You say you're my daughter, so that makes it true? Where is your proof?" Without missing a beat, Chloe whipped out a pristine DNA report. "Here is your proof!" Staring at the paper, I felt neither surprise nor panic. Instead, an odd sense of calm settled over me. Sure enough, they had mapped out every single step. They had even prepared for the scenario where I refused to acknowledge her, ready to corner me publicly with a DNA test. Seeing the crowd murmuring, Evelyn immediately went into victim mode. "Mom! Even if she is your real daughter, I've been by your side for eighteen whole years!" "You wouldn't just throw me out on the street the moment you get your biological daughter back, would you?!" Gasps rippled through the gathering of elite guests. They had positioned me at the pinnacle of moral condemnation, calculating that I would have no choice but to take in both of them. Yet, despite all their meticulous scheming, they had overlooked one single variable. And that oversight would prove fatal. A subtle smirk played on my lips as I looked up and said calmly, "Why would I throw anyone out? Neither of you can be missing. Both of you must stay right by my side."