My six biological brothers bullied me to death. Again and again. For seven lifetimes. But this time, I'm back. Reborn for the seventh time, I'm just three years old.

Dozens of sinister instruments menacingly hung above my tiny head. Three-year-old me had no power to fight back.

I remembered my previous lives. How my brothers would repeatedly torture me to death just to please the girl they adored.

In my first life, at twenty-six, they spread rumors that I was a prostitute, calling me shameless. They hired hundreds of homeless men to hurt me, ultimately leading to my death!

In my second life, at twenty, they falsely accused me of bullying underprivileged students. Furious netizens then ambushed me with an acid attack that killed me.

In my third life, at sixteen, they framed me, making it seem like I'd caught the eye of a dangerous gang. They had me skinned alive, layer by agonizing layer, before I was stabbed to death.

...

In this seventh life, I was reborn at three and a half. This time, I gave up resisting. I screamed my lungs out, wailing uncontrollably.

"Mommy! My brothers are touching me! I'm... scared! Please, save me!"

My six brothers froze, bewildered, their faces flushing crimson.

I blinked with innocent eyes and giggled.

This time, I'd make *them* feel what it was like to have their reputation slandered, to suffer in silence!

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"What are you spouting, you brat?! We haven't even touched you, and you're already crying! If you dare to scream again, I'll rip your mouth apart right now!"

"No wonder Serena said you're inherently malicious, always lying at such a young age! We're your own brothers! Why would we harass you?!"

My six older brothers crowded around me, fuming. Liam, the eldest, pointed at my face, threatening to twist off my nose if I said another word. Noah, the second eldest, rolled his eyes in anger, lunging forward to clamp his hand over my mouth.

I froze in fright, my big, watery eyes blinking rapidly.

But my silence lasted only a second. The next moment, I screamed my lungs out again, crying even louder.

"Mommy... Brother wants to hit me... I'm scared... Please, save me!"

The two nannies initially thought I was just playing with my brothers. But with my persistent wailing, Mom, who was working in her home office, rushed out to hug me.

"My precious Daisy, why are your clothes messed up? Weren't you dressed perfectly a moment ago?"

"I heard Daisy crying, saying you were touching her body! Why would you do such a thing to your own sister? Are all six of you sick in the head?!"

Mom frowned, her sharp gaze sweeping over the boys.

The younger brothers trembled uncontrollably with fear, stammering, utterly at a loss for words. Liam stepped forward, looking at me with a mix of helplessness and indulgent affection.

"Mom, don't be so dramatic. She's so young, what does she understand? We were just playing with her. How could we possibly bully a child?"

While Mom's doubt lingered, her initial fury had largely cooled. She knew her sons well; she'd raised them herself. Girls chased them at school, so it made no sense for them to lay a hand on their young sister.

As Mom was about to put me down and leave, I grabbed onto her like a lifeline. I raised my tiny hand and quickly tugged on Mom's hair.

I cried, tears streaming down my face, twisting my body, trying to pull down my own clothes.

"Hurts... uncomfortable..."

I desperately tried to explain that my back hurt, but my toddler words weren't clear enough for Mom to fully understand. Yet, I was her only cherished daughter. Seeing my eyes well up with such heartbreak, she immediately reached out to unbutton my clothes and check.

At this, my brothers, who had been calmly observing the drama, waiting for Mom to leave so they could give me a good thrashing, completely panicked.

They all rushed forward, blocking Mom's hands, babbling chaotic protests.

"The air conditioning is too cold in here! What if Daisy catches a cold? Don't take off her clothes!"

"This kind of thing is for the nannies, Mom! You should go back to work!"

"I'll take care of Daisy! Mom, this is a matter between us siblings!"

Their faces contorted, cycling through shades of pale and purple. Caleb and Finn, the youngest, were so scared their foreheads were covered in cold sweat.

Of course, I knew why they were so frantic. Because right now, pressed against my back, was an extremely sharp craft knife. And the owner of that craft knife was Serena, their beloved darling, whose most used art tool it was.

My six brothers, to win Serena's affection, had even used that craft knife to slash my tender hands and feet.

In my previous life, my body was covered in cuts from that craft knife. My brothers unanimously accused me of being too reckless, forbidding the nannies from taking me to the hospital, insisting I needed to learn a lesson.

I screamed in pain, trying to wipe away the blood with paper. Crawling around, I stumbled into Serena's room and accidentally ruined the artwork she was preparing for a competition. Serena cried, and my three-year-old body was beaten black and blue by all six of my brothers. After being covered in bruises, I was then falsely accused of being a jealous child, deliberately sabotaging the pretty older girl's painting.

But their torment of me for Serena's sake didn't stop there.

Serena was cunning and ambitious. From the moment she gained self-awareness, she had planned to manipulate my six brothers to gain control of our Sterling family's corporation. And I, as a girl, was the only unforeseen obstacle in her plan.

She openly showed her disdain for me, and my brothers, eager to please her, competed to torment me.

In my first life, Liam slandered me, claiming I was having an affair with the security guard and wanted to steal the family fortune. I was kicked out of the family, left to wander, and met a tragic end.

In my second life, Noah falsely accused my toddler self of having a compulsive thieving habit at an auction, claiming I stole priceless heirloom jewels. He had the security guards beat me bloody, and I died from my injuries.

In my third life, Lucas framed me as a prostitute, claiming I ruined the family's reputation, leading to my elimination by the family elders.

In my fourth life, Jackson claimed that six-year-old me abused animals, posting a fabricated video online that led to me being beaten to death by radical animal rights activists.

In my fifth life, Caleb accused me of bullying in kindergarten, causing me to endure cold stares and ostracism from classmates. Eventually, overcome by despair, I jumped from a building to my death.