Reborn to Be the Daughter of My Mom's Enemy

The day Mother hung from the beam, I stayed by her body all through the night. There were no tears, no lingering attachments—only a hollow coldness creeping out from between my bones. At dawn, I drifted into the temple of the Goddess of Children. The place was packed with child ghosts, all longing for a 'good mother.' They clamored for gentle mothers who told stories and cooked sweet porridge. But I shouted at the statue of the Goddess, 'I want to be beautiful, from a wealthy and powerful family, and have a future husband who loves me!' The Goddess's face wrinkled in disdain. "With so many demands, your next life might not reincarnate smoothly. Don't you regret it?" I answered firmly, 'No regrets.' The moment golden light wrapped around me, I plunged into a warm darkness. New mother Mary Shawn stood in the middle of the living room. She threw a bundle of hemp rope at a woman's face, her voice cold as ice: "Will you hang yourself, or shall I help you?" I thrashed wildly in the amniotic fluid, my consciousness struggling to break out. [Mother, don't kill her! It's unnecessary!] Mary suddenly clutched her belly, her body trembling. I quickly rolled over, sending more urgent news: [Mother, you're pregnant! I'm your child! From now on, we'll enjoy a lifetime of glory and wealth!] Mary Shawn's eyes lit up as she turned to grab the pregnancy test. I took the chance to look at the woman on the floor—that was my mother in my past life, Blair Lincoln. This time, I am no longer her Nina. But I want to be her blade, to help her wipe out all her enemies. "Calvin, we're having a baby!" Mary Shawn held up the pregnancy test showing two lines, teasing over the phone. "Don't doubt me—the baby told me herself!" "Hurry back to get me, I'm scared all alone..." After hanging up, she touched her belly and smiled. "Good baby, tell me, what should we do with this woman?" I saw Blair Lincoln kneeling on the ground, drenched in blood. She was clutching her seven-month belly protectively; even if she only had one breath left, her hands never loosened. I turned my face away and floated inside Mary Shawn's belly. [Mother, lock her up. Slowly torturing her is more satisfying than a quick death.] Mary Shawn laughed even harder. "Just as expected from my Mary Shawn's child!" As the underlings dragged Blair Lincoln to the basement, the main door suddenly opened. "Calvin, you're here!" Mary Shawn threw herself into Calvin Luke's arms, pressing his hand against where I was. "Baby, Daddy's here. Say something to Daddy!" Calvin Luke gently ruffled her hair, his tone full of affection: "It's only been a few weeks since the embryo formed—how could it talk?" "You're still so childish." Though he said that, his hand slipped under Mary Shawn's blouse. "There are people nearby... and it's too soon after getting pregnant to be doing that kind of thing..." Mary Shawn blushed but was lifted up by Calvin Luke in one swift move. "During the weeks I was away on business, I missed you so much I was about to lose my mind." Calvin Luke's voice was hoarse, filled with urgency. I was anxiously twisting inside the womb. Blair Lincoln was still bleeding in the basement, and yet they wanted to do this. If we delay any longer, Mother will die! "Then... just this once." Mary Shawn softened and sat on Calvin Luke's lap.