Starting Over, I Tear Apart the Fake and Poisonous Best Friend

I won 10 million in the lottery, and my best friend warned me to be cautious of my family.

“Stepmothers always bring ‘stepfathers’! Do you really want to become a doormat for your half-brother?”

I believed her.

In the end, she tampered with my medical records, and I died a slow, agonizing death in a rented apartment.

My father’s hair turned white overnight, while she enjoyed my money, living a carefree life.

Now, given another chance, that treacherous ‘friend’ better stay away from me!