Bunny Girl's Deadly Voyage

A notification popped up on my phone.

"Cruise trip now boarding! Busty bunny girls who know how to scream, juicy and ready for action! Limited slots available. Come enjoy the party!"

It was the summer after freshman year. My twin sister Drew Romano was hellbent on joining that slutty senior Luna Rossi aboard some cruise ship as a "bunny girl" to make some fast cash.

I scrolled past the ad online, and my chest tightened.

In my past life, I was terrified something would happen to Drew, so I worked up the nerve to stop her.

She was obsessed with making money and even hurled vicious insults at me.

I panicked and called our parents. Together we dragged Drew back home.

She spent the entire summer locked inside the house, practically climbing the walls.

Meanwhile, Luna hooked up with a mafia Don on that ship and came back dripping in gold and jewels.

She made a point of flaunting it in front of my sister, waving around a hand loaded with eight diamond rings until her eyes went red.

Drew turned green with envy. She went completely insane and took all her rage out on me, convinced I had destroyed her path to wealth.

My father, a Capo desperate to climb the ranks, was furious that he missed his chance with the mafia Don. He slapped me across the face over and over.

My mother, dreaming of riding her daughter's coattails to glory, cursed me with the vilest words imaginable.

They tied me up, dragged me to the shore, and all three of them held my head underwater until I drowned.

That was how I died.

The moment my consciousness returned, I had returned to the day my sister agreed to take that job.

Memories of betrayal and hatred from my past life flashed through my mind. When I came back to senses, I was already walking through the front door.

Luna was sprawled across the couch looking absolutely seductive.

"Drew, it wasn't easy getting this spot, and you were the first person I thought of. Everyone on that cruise is a big shot!"

Big shots? More like a bunch of drug dealers hiding behind the mafia name.

I sneered inwardly.

Luna noticed me walk in and deliberately needled Drew. "If you don't make money, how can you ever compare to your sister? She's swimming in scholarship money."

"She's nothing!" Drew jumped to her feet. "She just got lucky and knows how to study, that's all!"

I had always been better than Drew at everything, which made her feel inferior and bitter.

I got into the top university in Melcina with the highest scores in our entire school. Drew barely scraped into some third-rate college.

At the celebration banquet attended by all our relatives, she pointed at my face and called me a sheltered bookworm who never grew up.

"If she left school and lost all those classmates kissing her ass, she wouldn't even know how to survive on the streets. Why should anyone compare her to me?"

"But Tina isn't just good at studying. The guys chasing after her could form a line all the way to the school gates." Luna continued stirring the pot without a care.

Drew put on a disdainful expression. "Hmph! Those guys only swarm around her because she's cheap and easy."

She was right about one thing. The boys at school did circle around me. They gave me flowers and wrote me love letters. However, Drew tore every single one to shreds and threw them in the trash.

Meanwhile, Marco Lombardi, the senior she had pined after for three years, invited only me to his birthday party.

Drew dolled herself up and crashed the event anyway, only to be turned away at the door. For someone like Drew, who was as proud as a peacock, it was utterly humiliating.

She screamed at me in front of everyone. "You slut! What kind of dirty tricks did you use to seduce him?"

Looking back now, she was just arrogant and stupid.

"Tina, didn't you refuse to hand over your scholarship money to me?" Drew suddenly turned toward me, her eyes full of provocation.

"Fine. This time I'll make my own money. I don't need your dirty cash!"

I smiled bitterly. Mom and Dad had made it clear that since I had scholarship money, they would not support me anymore.

When it came time to pay tuition, Dad shoved his bank card back into his pocket right there at the finance office. "Don't you have a scholarship? Pay it yourself."

Then he turned around and gave that same money to Drew as spending cash.

When my meal card ran low, I called Mom for help.

She said, "Didn't they just deposit your scholarship money? Why do girls need to eat so much anyway!"

Two minutes later, Drew posted a photo on social media of the three of them feasting at an upscale restaurant.

The scholarship barely covered my tuition and meals, let alone clothes or other necessities.

That money was barely enough for me. How could I possibly give it to her?

There was no way I would feed her bottomless pit of vanity.

Drew's selfishness, her vanity, her greed, her insatiable hunger, and the viciousness in her bones were all products of our parents spoiling her rotten since childhood.

This time around, I would not say another word. I would sit back and watch this little show unfold.

I plastered a fake smile across my face.

"If my sister can stand on her own two feet, of course I’ll support her. I hope you land yourself a mafia Don real soon!"