My Copycat Frenemy Paid the Ultimate Price

The first thing I did after being reborn was buy a mountain of designer clothes and jewelry—for my Beagle, Cooper.

In my past life, Carter’s childhood bestie, Chloe, was obsessed with copying my style. From head to toe, she mimicked everything I wore.

Even my best friend, Brianna, would often get confused, saying, "Honestly, from behind, I almost mistook her for you." At the time, I just thought she was a pathetic, cloutchasing copycat.

But after three months of this constant copying, my health suddenly deteriorated. Before I could even draft a will, I coughed up blood and died on my own doorstep.

After my death, my soul drifted alongside Carter. That was when I heard Chloe’s voice. "Carter, you’re a genius. Swapping Elena’s blessed fate with mine was brilliant.

Now, everything that belonged to her is mine. Including you." Watching them lock lips, the cold, harsh truth finally hit me.

When I opened my eyes again, I was back to the very day she first copied my Frenchwave perm. "Elena, don't take it personally.

Chloe only copied your hair because she thinks you have amazing taste." Carter’s voice snapped me back to reality. I ignored him and forced out a couple of coughs.

The agonizing, suffocating pull in my chest was gone.

I had actually traveled back in time! "Elena?" Carter walked over and grabbed my wrist. "Look, you know she’s from a poor, rundown small town. She’s got really low selfesteem.

Can you please not embarrass her to her face?" Looking at the face of the man I had loved so deeply in my past life, I felt nothing but pure disgust. I shook his hand off.

I vividly remembered how he used the exact same excuse to defend Chloe in my previous life. According to the current timeline, I had just gotten my Frenchwave perm two days ago.

Today, Chloe showed up with the exact same hairstyle.

Later, when I got a custom set of nails from a private nail artist, she scouted my Instagram, had Carter take sneaky photos of my hands, and searched the entire city to find a manicurist who could replicate them.

Her obsession with copying me knew no bounds. She even took out a thirtythousanddollar loan just to buy the same limitededition Chanel bag I carried.

I hated copycats, so I had subtly called her out on Snapchat several times. But every single time, Carter would come to play peacemaker. "She’s copying you because she admires you.

She wouldn't do that for just anyone." "Just treat her like a younger sister. It's totally normal for girls to wear matching outfits." Over and over, this went on for three months.

By the time I lost my patience and was about to confront Chloe facetoface, I started coughing violently. I sprayed blood onto the floor and collapsed. Dead on the spot.

If I hadn't heard their conversation as a ghost, I would have never known my entire life was a setup.

No wonder I, a gym rat who worked out daily, suddenly started coughing, losing strength, and wasting away.

No doctor could diagnose me because my very life force was being systematically drained and swapped. After I died, Chloe completely stole my identity.

She was magically adopted by my wealthy parents, became the new heiress of the Vance family, and married Carter in a lavish celebrity wedding.

Meanwhile, I was forgotten by the world...

Thinking of this, I clenched my fists but forced a sweet smile. "Since you view her as a sister, Carter, I guess I don't mind her copying me at all." Hearing this, Carter practically jumped with joy.

He scooped me up and spun me around. "I knew my sweet Elena was the most understanding girl in the world!

I knew I chose the right one!" I smiled in his arms. I just hope she can afford the price of copying me.

Though I was incredibly wealthy, I was never highmaintenance. While my friends chased seasonal runway drops, I preferred unique, comfortable, and independent designer pieces.

It was this relaxed style that gave Chloe so many opportunities to copy me. So, the moment I got home, I drove straight to the luxury mall.

I swept through every highend boutique, buying only the most expensive items.

I even had my housekeeper hire the city’s top private tailor to stay at our mansion. "Elena, do you like this outfit on me?" The next day, Chloe showed up wearing the exact casual set I had worn yesterday.

But when she saw me, her face fell. "Elena... why are you wearing headtotoe Chanel? That outfit is way too expensive." I looked up and smiled. "Why?

Can't afford it?" In an instant, Chloe covered her face and burst into tears. "I know I’m poor, but you don't have to rub your luxury brands in my face just to humiliate me!" I said nothing.

I just watched Carter rush over to comfort her, pointing an angry finger at me. "Elena! How can you be so cruel?

I told you about Chloe’s background, and yet you purposely buy these thousanddollar outfits just to make her feel small!" Then, he ordered, "From now on, you’re only allowed to buy clothes from outlet sales or local boutiques." I almost laughed out loud.

I was spending my own money. How did buying luxury clothes translate to bullying the poor? Ah, I almost forgot.

They needed to copy me to complete the ritual. "Well, there are plenty of replica sites online. If she can't afford the real deal, she can buy dupes.

After all, she just wants my style, right? The brand shouldn't matter." Chloe sobbed louder.

Just as Carter was about to lecture me again, I cut him off. "Nobody is forcing her to dress like me.

If either of you comments on my clothes again, Carter, we are done." I walked away, leaving them staring at each other in shock. I knew their little scheme too well.

Break up with me? Never. If Carter wanted to swap Chloe’s miserable fate with mine, I was the only golden goose they had access to. Sure enough.

Over the next week, Chloe purchased four designer outfits, three luxury bags, and thirteen highend makeup products, totaling over eighty thousand dollars.

I had my assistant monitor her. I knew she had taken out highinterest personal loans and begged her relatives for money. She thought she was getting closer to stealing my life.

She had no idea that the identical outfits she bought with her blood and sweat were currently being worn by my Beagle. "Thank you, Mary.

These outfits fit Cooper perfectly." My tailor was currently cutting up my newly arrived designer pieces and turning them into dog vests.

Hearing my compliment, she smiled and worked faster. "Of course, Miss Vance. It’s my pleasure." Since the day I was reborn, Cooper’s wardrobe was updated daily.

Even the crystal bracelets I bought were resized to fit his front paw. A month later, it was my birthday party. I didn't invite Carter or Chloe, but they crashed it anyway.

Chloe even showed up in the exact same designer gown I was wearing. Brianna pulled me aside, sneering, "That green tea bitch has officially lost her mind.

Does she not realize whose party this is?" I laughed and picked up Cooper, who was wearing the exact same custom minigown. "It’s fine." Chloe thought I was being incredibly generous.

She didn't realize my gown was a oneofakind custom piece. The cheap replica she was wearing was actually the exact same fabric and cut as the one on my dog.

As the jazz music played, I overheard Chloe whisper to Carter, "It's almost time." In my past life, I wouldn't have understood. But today, I was vibrating with anticipation.

The very next second, Chloe suddenly dropped to all fours on the marble floor and let out a loud, frantic bark. "Woof! Woof! Woof!"

"What is that girl doing? Why is she on the floor barking like a dog?" "Is she insane?" Brianna whispered in my ear, "Elena, your boyfriend's friend is seriously mental.

First she copies your dress, now she’s ruining your birthday party." My guests whispered and laughed, enjoying the free drama. Only Carter looked panicked.

He rushed over to Chloe, shouting, "Chloe! What’s wrong with you? What's happening?" Carter knew today was supposed to be the first stage of the soulswap.

Chloe was supposed to suddenly inherit my grace, charisma, and intelligence. Why on earth was she acting like this? He held her tight, trying to calm her down.

Even when Chloe suddenly bit his arm, he endured the pain, begging her to snap out of it. "Carter, you seem awfully concerned about Chloe.

Have you forgotten who your actual girlfriend is?" The moment I spoke, his eyes turned bloodshot, and he hissed at me, "If anything happens to Chloe, I will make you pay!" I let out a cold laugh. "Fine.

Let's make this official in front of everyone. We are over. Go live your happy life with your rabid dog of a bestie. Don't ever look for me again." I cuddled Cooper.

I noticed he wasn't his usual chaotic, hyperactive self anymore. He was calm, quiet, and snuggled peacefully against my chest.

As for Chloe, the moment Carter managed to quiet her down, she suddenly bolted. She ran on all fours, sprinting out of the mansion at lightning speed.

She ran exactly like my Beagle used to when he slipped his leash. "Chloe!" Carter screamed, running after her. But before he left, he glared at me. "You did this, didn't you?

Why is she acting like this?!" I didn't even need to answer. My friends immediately laughed him out of the room.

A poor boy from the slums who only got into high society because I funded him—without me, he wasn't even fit to carry my bags.

After the breakup, Carter spent his days taking Chloe to various clinics while working overtime to pay off her massive debts.

After all, to bait them, I had purposely bought the most expensive luxury items. Even if Chloe only copied a fraction of them, it was enough to drown her in debt.

A few days later, Carter showed up at my door. He looked exhausted and pathetic. The moment he saw me, he dropped to his knees. "I'm so sorry, Elena. It was all my fault." "I...

I do care about Chloe, but only because she’s like a sister to me." "I actually had a younger sister who died when she was ten. Since then, I’ve projected her onto Chloe.

I was just stressed and took it out on you." Saying this, Carter pulled out a necklace and forced it into my hand. "I handmade this shell necklace. One for you, and one for Chloe.

Can you please forgive me?" I didn't even want to look at it. He practically forced it into my palm before running off.

I turned around and casually tied the necklace around Cooper’s neck. The next second, Carter, who had been hiding in the bushes, sprang out like a maniac. "Elena Vance!

I knew it was you!"