Love-struck sister falls for a peeping tom
In my previous life, I discovered dozens of tiny cameras hidden in her bedroom. I immediately called the police and helped remove all the devices.
But the exposed voyeur, seeking revenge, broke into my home and stabbed me over a dozen times with a knife.
As I lay dying, I called Fiona for help, but she said coldly over the phone: "I'm the one who leaked your address. It's all your fault for meddling and ruining my true love, destroying my dream of becoming a rich woman! You deserve to die!"
When I opened my eyes again, I had returned to the day I discovered those cameras!
This time, I won't tell Fiona that behind those cameras lurks a disfigured, twisted man.
My body still aches with the phantom pain of being stabbed repeatedly. I stood frozen in place, unable to believe it, finally realizing—I've been reborn!
Right now, I'm standing in Fiona's rental apartment. My heart races and my hands tremble slightly as everything from my past life remains vivid in my memory.
Ever since Fiona watched that movie, she became obsessed with the handsome, wealthy voyeur protagonist. She fantasized daily that the movie's male lead would actually walk into her real life.
To make this happen, she posted her address online along with carefully made-up, provocatively dressed selfies, specifically noting: "Living alone and lonely, currently single, welcome to chat with me."
Whenever I advised her to be careful about privacy and safety, she'd always roll her eyes and respond: "What do you know? Only completely open love can attract quality men. You're just jealous that someone likes me—you can't stand seeing me happy. Once I find my handsome, wealthy boyfriend, I'll show you what you're missing."
I could only shake my head helplessly.
Later, Fiona claimed she'd read a horror novel and was too scared to sleep alone at night, insisting I stay with her for a couple of days.
In her rental apartment, there was a toy bear with a red light flashing in its left eye.
My heart tightened. Following methods I'd learned online, I drew the curtains and used my phone's flashlight to scan around in the darkness. Immediately, I broke out in goosebumps.
The ceiling, bedside, bathroom... everywhere was covered with countless tiny glowing dots.
Fiona's rental apartment was packed with cameras!
My blood ran cold as I immediately called the police. After collecting evidence, they removed all the cameras. I even contacted building management to strengthen security and thoroughly eliminate all hidden dangers.
I thought I'd helped Fiona dodge a bullet.
But two weeks later, a man wearing a black mask and baseball cap suddenly broke into my home, gripping a sharp fruit knife.
Just then, Fiona called, and I desperately reached for her like a lifeline, trembling as I begged for help.
But from the other end came her mocking voice: "Malia, so you have days like this too? Let me tell you the truth—I'm the one who gave him your address. It's all because you meddled and got my prince wanted by the police. Otherwise, we might already be together by now! You ruined my true love and destroyed my dream of being a wealthy woman, so go ahead and die! For old times' sake as sisters, I'll give you a proper burial!"
The moment she finished speaking, before I could even react, I was brutally murdered on the spot.
Even now, thinking back on it, I still shudder.
This time, I absolutely won't stop her.
And I won't tell Fiona that before I died, I saw the voyeur remove his mask. His cheek bore a massive scar, crawling with what looked like maggots, grotesque and terrifying—nothing like the perfect man of her fantasies.
I'm curious to see her expression when she discovers the truth and her fantasy completely shatters.
I let out a cold laugh, set down the eerie toy bear, and pretended I hadn't noticed anything.
When Fiona came back from outside, I was getting ready to leave.
She froze for a moment, then her eyes darted around before she spoke: "You found the cameras in here?"
Her cold, heartless words from my past life still echoed in my mind, filling me with hatred and leaving me momentarily speechless.
But Fiona grabbed my hand, putting on a worried expression: "Actually, I asked you to come because I wanted you to help me. These past few days, he's been sneaking into my place every night after I fall asleep. He not only sleeps in the same bed as me and drinks from my water, but he also uses my toothbrush and towel in the morning, then leaves before I wake up."
I felt sick to my stomach and nearly gagged.
But with revenge consuming my thoughts, I suppressed my churning emotions and put on a delighted expression: "Really? Congratulations, Fiona! Haven't you always fantasized about having a handsome stalker boyfriend? Your dream has finally come true."
Fiona looked at me suspiciously: "Didn't you always say stalkers are immoral, unprincipled psychos?"
I quickly cut her off: "I was wrong before. Now I understand—he's doing all this because he loves you! The more cameras he installs, the more it shows he can't bear to be apart from you and wants to capture every moment of your life. He sleeps with you every night and uses your toiletries because he wants to be with you always! Fiona, you've found yourself an absolutely amazing man!"
Fiona's doubts gradually faded, and she finally broke into a shy smile: "You're right. Heaven really is looking out for me. I can't let this opportunity slip away."
She opened a group chat filled with obsessive fans of that movie.
As soon as she posted about her experience, the chat exploded with activity.
[OMG, I'm so jealous! You found your prince so quickly!]
[He loves you so much, installing all those cameras in your room to protect you.]
[I think he must be such a gentle person, coming to quietly keep you company every night. Maybe he can only fall asleep breathing in the scent of your hair.]
[I wonder what such a devoted man looks like—he must be incredibly handsome!]
Fiona sent a bashful emoji and replied: [Actually, I saw him downstairs earlier. He was wearing a black windbreaker, looked really tall, like a male model.]
The chat went even wilder, showering Fiona with praise that made her absolutely glow with happiness.
I paused, looking through the window at the tall, model-like man in the windbreaker downstairs.
Wasn't that my boyfriend, Lawson Griffin?
Lawson and I had been together for four years, but hardly anyone around me had ever met him. Everyone assumed he must be hideously ugly and too embarrassed to show his face.
He had come to pick me up today, but somehow got mistaken for the stalker by Fiona.
I almost burst out laughing.
But I didn't explain anything. After all, the deeper Fiona's delusion, the more spectacular it would be when her fantasy came crashing down.
Following the fans' suggestions, she deliberately walked over to the teddy bear and winked seductively at the hidden camera, even changing clothes right there in the living room to show off her figure.
She was completely lost in her fantasy, smiling with pure bliss.
Fiona thought she had found herself an enviable romance.
The next day during a company meeting, Fiona lost her design proposal and actually called the stalker for help.
The person on the other end played dumb, claiming not to know anything.
But Fiona started acting coy: "Stop kidding around with me. You've got cameras in every corner of my place, watching me 24/7. You definitely know where the proposal is. Help me out, pretty please?"
There was a pause before the voice said: "You tossed the files into the laundry basket last night before your shower."
Fiona smiled with satisfaction, her lips curling smugly.
Her colleagues around her looked disturbed, wanting to say something but holding back.
When a well-meaning person tried to warn her about safety, she raised an eyebrow: "I know you're all just jealous. But a good man like this is once in a lifetime—he only loves me. So stop trying to sabotage our relationship."
From that day on, Fiona began frequently posting about what she considered romantic moments.
[Woke up this morning to find my clothes unbuttoned. I won't say who did it.]
[He always drinks my leftover water. Does this count as an indirect kiss?]
[Got two more stuffed animals with cameras inside. Such a sense of security.]
[There's always rustling sounds from the closet. Are you secretly hiding in there protecting me?]
What seemed bizarre and even disgusting to others appeared romantic and full of love to Fiona.
I felt a chill run through me, genuinely hoping Fiona and that stalker would stay together forever.
After some time, Fiona suddenly asked me out for dinner.
She said she wanted to officially meet her prince face-to-face and hoped I'd be there to witness it. She specifically emphasized that I should bring my boyfriend along.
She simply wanted her prince to outshine my boyfriend so she could show off in front of me.
Too bad things wouldn't go as she planned.
On the appointed day, Lawson had to work overtime at the last minute, so I went to the restaurant alone.
As soon as I walked into the private dining room, I froze. There wasn't just Fiona inside—the room was packed with people.
She smiled brightly. "Malia, you're here! I forgot to mention that I also invited some fan friends today. You don't mind, do you?"
I sneered inwardly. She just wanted to humiliate me in front of more people.
Little did she know, she had orchestrated a farce that would backfire on her.
She looked behind me with feigned surprise. "Where's your boyfriend? Why are you here alone?"
Just as she finished speaking, a man wearing a black mask and baseball cap walked in.
He wasn't tall, had a slightly hunched back, and his eyes under the cap brim were as disgusting as a sewer rat's.
The moment I saw that face, my whole body trembled and cold sweat broke out.
He was exactly the man who had tortured and killed me in my previous life.
I immediately dug my nails into my palm, forcing down the surging emotions.
Fiona beside me wrinkled her nose and shouted loudly, "Where did this filthy thing come from? Get out right now—you're making me lose my appetite."
While waving her hand dismissively, she deliberately moved closer to the man and suddenly yanked off his mask.
A huge scar on his face was exposed—uneven flesh twisted together like writhing maggots.
Everyone gasped and stepped back.
Fiona paused for a moment, malice flashing in her eyes. "Oh my, look at my memory! I just realized—you must be Malia's boyfriend, right? Even though you're a bit ugly, I won't look down on you. After all, you're the man my sister likes."
Her fan friends also chimed in with sarcastic comments.
"I heard Fiona's sister has been dating this man for four years. Now that's true love."
"They're perfect for each other—I feel like throwing up just looking at them."
Hearing these taunts, Fiona smiled calmly.
I sneered inwardly: "Enjoy your smugness now. When you discover that this man you despise so much is actually the prince you've been pining for, let's see if you can still smile. I hope you remember your words then and don't look down on him."
I raised an eyebrow, hiding the deeper meaning in my eyes.
Just then, the private room door was pushed open again, and Lawson, having finished his work, walked in with his long, powerful strides.
The moment Fiona saw him, her eyes lit up.
She rushed toward him with delight, her face showing just the right amount of shyness, her voice sweet as honey: "Darling, I've been waiting for you so long. Even though this is our first official meeting, I feel like we're a couple who's been in love for ages. This must be fate."
The fans in their seats immediately started cheering.
"The handsome guy finally appears! Our leading lady has found her prince!"
"They're absolutely the perfect couple!"
At that moment, Lawson and the stalker stood together, making the contrast between them even more obvious.
Everyone unconsciously began comparing them.
Why could Fiona find a tall, long-legged handsome guy while her own sister could only be with a disfigured, sleazy man?
Indeed, everyone has different taste.
The crowd burst into mocking laughter, full of malice.
Fiona smiled even more smugly, waiting to see me make a fool of myself.
?
But what none of them expected was Lawson frowning and pushing Fiona away with clear resistance. "You've got it wrong. I'm Malia's boyfriend."
Jack Holmes, the stalker standing nearby, also spoke up: "Fiona, I'm the one who's been by your side every day. I'm the one who sleeps with you. We share the same cup of water, eat the same ice cream. How could you not recognize me?"
In that moment, everyone realized something had gone terribly wrong.
They had gotten everything backwards.
The model-handsome guy was Malia's boyfriend, while Jack—who had been mocked as a disfigured freak—was actually Fiona's so-called prince!
Those who had been sneering moments before now felt their faces burning with shame, as if they'd been publicly slapped multiple times, drowning in embarrassment.
Fiona was even more unable to accept this reality, her face turning deathly pale. "How is this possible? How could my prince be you?"
The thought that this person had been by her side all these days made her nauseous, her body trembling uncontrollably.
Jack nervously stepped forward to comfort her, but she screamed and pushed him away.
Having lost face so spectacularly in front of everyone, Fiona simply couldn't accept this reality.
With her face ashen, she said nothing and rushed out without looking back.
Jack immediately chased after her.
Looking at the group of bewildered fans at the scene, I spoke coldly: "Now do you see clearly? The characters in movies are all fictional. This is what a real stalker looks like. Wake up and stop doing such foolish things."
Their faces turned pale, unable to sit still.
After the drama ended, Lawson's expression seemed somewhat strange.
I felt nervous. Lawson was a cop, and whenever he showed that expression, it usually meant something ominous was about to happen.
Sure enough, he spoke up: "This guy looks a bit like a fugitive from a murder case several years ago. I'd like to do a DNA comparison."
Hearing this, I suddenly remembered the scene from my past life when Jack tortured and killed me.
He had remained calm, striking without hesitation, not even blinking when blood splattered on his face.
An ordinary person couldn't possibly be so calm and cold-blooded.
He definitely had issues!
To help Lawson investigate, I quietly infiltrated the fan group Fiona belonged to and started gathering information.
It turned out that after that day, Fiona had angrily cursed Jack as disgusting and perverted, telling him to get lost.
In her emotional outburst, she had even smashed a roadside Porsche.
The massive compensation bill made her face turn instantly pale.
But Jack not only easily paid the damages, he also drove up in a Maserati and took her to a villa in the city center to rest, all just to soothe her emotions!
He was actually wealthy!
Fiona was completely stunned by this series of surprises.
She immediately changed her previous attitude of disgust and mockery, saying she had just been emotional and that she didn't actually judge people by their appearance.
In the end, the two successfully went on a date and officially established their romantic relationship.
Over the past couple of days, Fiona had been showing off like crazy in the group chat.
"I just casually mentioned it was hot, and my prince bought me a private yacht for a vacation at sea."
"A whole walk-in closet full of Hermès bags—I don't even know which one to carry. Such a sweet problem to have."
"Looks really don't matter. What matters is that he loves me enough and can fulfill all my needs."
"My prince is head over heels for me. He says he wants to get engaged to me right away, with the ceremony at the most luxurious villa in the city. You can all come and see what real luxury looks like."
I was absolutely stunned, completely amazed.
One second Fiona had been having a breakdown and cursing, the next she was all smiles sending out engagement invitations.
Even our parents from out of town were flown in to attend the engagement ceremony.
Indeed, all Fiona wanted was money.
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