The Fake Heiress Caged My Foster Parents, So I Toppled the Dynasty

I bound with the Envy Wish System, and anything I wanted, I could have. At five, I wanted my rival Ivy's butterfly hair bow, and the next morning it was sitting by my pillow. At eight, the village bully seized my foster parents' fields, and I wanted the land to be useless to him even after he took it. That very night he suffered a stroke and was left half-paralyzed. At twelve, I wanted the admission spot at the top middle school, and my competitor suddenly drowned.