My sister insisted on taking a part-time job as a yacht babe

After summer break kicked off, my twin sister, Hazel, announced she was heading out to sea with some "hot shot" she'd met at a club, working as a yacht girl.

I scrolled through my Ins feed and found a post from that exact girl, Nancy.

"Tomorrow, an 18-year-old, fresh-out-of-high-school girl is joining me for a yacht trip. Dark-skinned gentlemen, reserve your spots now!"

In my previous life, I was so worried about Hazel going down the wrong path that I tried everything to stop her.

But she just laughed at me, calling me an old fossil, saying I deserved to be broke my whole life.

I couldn't control her, so I secretly told our parents.

Hazel was grounded for the entire summer.

But Nancy, that yacht girl, ended up pregnant with the CEO's child during her gig.

She transformed into a rich socialite overnight, even coming to brag in front of Hazel.

Hazel went absolutely insane with jealousy, convinced I had ruined her chance.

Our parents also came to hate me for losing out on a CEO as a son-in-law.

They stripped me naked, tied me up, and left me on our outdoor balcony, exposed to a scorching 104-degree heat all day.

I died from severe heatstroke, my organs cooked alive inside me.

When I opened my eyes again, I was back to the day Hazel said she was going for that gig.

I looked at Hazel, her eyes holding that look of pure, unadulterated stupidity, and I smiled.

This time, I'll watch you fall, becoming a toy for those "dark-skinned gentlemen" with my own eyes.