I picked up the top-tier agency contract the real heiress had thrown away. She lost her head over love, ran off with an underground rapper, quit the industry, and trampled her bright future into the mud.   Meanwhile, I endured the label of resource thief, worked my way from a stand-in to a three-time major award-winning actress, and even married the man she had long admired, Director David Mercer.   On the night of my victory celebration, I was crushed to death by a falling pillar and woke up right back on the day I signed that contract.   Crimson bullet comments drifted across my vision.   A: [The fake Elena Reed stole Lina Morgan's life!]   B: [In her last life, the real heiress was blind! She threw away Director Mercer and the top-tier deal for some trash rapper. What a fool!]   C: [But this time, the real heiress is reborn with all her memories! That little thief who stole her life will soon be an outcast!]   I looked at the words, then bowed my head and smiled softly.   'Sorry. In my last life, I earned every bit of my stardom on my own. Even if she knows how the story ends, she can never dim the light I carry within me.'