Daughter Rebirth to Beat Her Scumbag Dad

The rain-slicked streets of London reflected the city's grey despair, mirroring the void in Anli Sharma's soul. At twenty-six, she was a ghost in her own life—a talented textile designer whose concepts were routinely stolen by her senior colleagues at a prestigious Covent Garden firm. Her only warmth was her mother, Meera, a woman whose gentle spirit had been slowly crushed by her new husband, Marcus. Marcus was a masterpiece of manipulation—charming to the world, but a parasitic scum behind closed doors, leeching Meera's savings and isolating her from Anli. The call came on a Tuesday. Meera was dead. A "tragic fall" down the stairs of their posh flat. Anli knew the truth. Marcus's cold, calculated eyes at the funeral confirmed it. When she cornered him on the balcony of his fifth-floor office, demanding the truth, he didn't flinch. "She was in the way," he hissed, and with a shove that sent her tumbling into the abyss, Anli's world went black. Then, a jolt. She gasped, not on the cold pavement, but sitting upright in a black cab. Her phone buzzed: a reminder from one year ago. Mum's Wedding. 2 PM. A shimmering interface flickered in her vision: [SYSTEM: NEXUS ONLINE. STATUS: REBOOT. PRIMARY DIRECTIVE: ALTER TIMELINE. CHEAT CODE UNLOCKED: 20/20 FORESIGHT] . This time, Anli would be no ghost. Armed with encyclopedic knowledge of the next twelve months—from stock market fluctuations to Marcus's hidden offshore account numbers, and every winning lottery ticket—she rewrote the script. At the wedding, she didn't cry; she presented her mother with a business proposal. Using her foresight, Anli's own designs, once stolen, now predicted global trends, catapulting their mother-daughter brand, "Sharma & Co.," into the fashion stratosphere. She systematically dismantled Marcus's world. A mysterious leak exposed his embezzlement to his firm. His "secret" investment in a failing startup—one Anli knew would crash—wiped him out. She guided Meera to a solicitor who froze Marcus's access to her assets. As Meera flourished—her smile returning as she graced magazine covers—Marcus withered, reduced to a desperate, irrelevant figure. The climax came not with a shove, but a whisper. Anli, now a powerful force in the industry, stood before him as he begged for a loan. "You took everything from us," she said, her voice calm steel. "I simply took back the future." Her revenge was complete, not in his death, but in his utter irrelevance, a forgotten scum in the dazzling story of a mother and daughter who seized their second chance.