My mother swapped lives with me to marry a rich man

My mother, Naomi Phillips, told me I was born with a body that could captivate any man. She warned me never to get involved with men before turning twenty.

In my previous life, I took her words to heart. So when Sebastian Howard, heir to Washington's most prominent family, was drugged and pulled me into his arms, I pushed him away forcefully.

But after my twentieth birthday, all the skincare treatments I did somehow transferred their effects to Naomi instead. When I applied face masks, wrinkles and dark spots appeared on my face while Naomi's skin became increasingly smooth and delicate. When I exercised, my body grew fatter and more bloated while Naomi's figure gradually became as proportioned as a young girl's.

When my father Samuel Phillips saw me looking like a forty-year-old woman, he cursed at me and threatened to sell me to some twice-divorced old man. I cried and begged Naomi to save me. But she just looked at me with that face that had returned to twenty years old and said, "Everything we do is for your own good."

Left with no choice, I ran away from home and wandered the streets. But I discovered that the farther I got from home, the faster I aged. Finally, three days after leaving, I died of heart failure in a garbage dump.

When I opened my eyes again, I had returned to the day I first encountered Sebastian. This time, I didn't push his hands away. Instead, I pinned him down on the bed.

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It turned out Naomi was absolutely right. Sebastian was completely captivated by my body, making love to me again and again. He even gave me his unique signature cufflink. He said, "Baby, you're a rare beauty in this world. From now on, bring this cufflink when you come to me, and I'll give you the best of everything."

I wasn't particularly thrilled. At that moment, only one thing occupied my mind. I had broken the rule about "not getting involved with men before twenty." So could the curse from my previous life finally be broken?

I rushed home and immediately started applying skincare products to my face. But to my devastation, the dark spots that should have appeared around Naomi's eyes once again appeared on my face. Remembering my previous life, the more I used these products, the duller my complexion became, the more spots appeared, and the deeper the wrinkles grew.

At this thought, despair washed over me. Even after being reborn and disobeying Naomi's words, nothing had changed.

When Naomi saw me return, she leaned against the doorframe and asked coldly, "Where did you go last night?"

Seeing her face, which had become even more youthful, I gritted my teeth and rubbed the skincare product in my hands onto her face. I wanted to see if the spots that had just appeared on me would disappear. I refused to believe that absolutely nothing would change.

But the result was still disappointing. Her face became even more delicate, while the spots on my face became clearer. Naomi screamed and pushed me away, scolding, "What did you put on my face? My fa...