Betrayal and Rebirth
Luna Young has a fake heiress best friend, Victoria Walker. In her past life, Victoria cheated, stole Luna’s project plan, transferred a million dollars, and embezzled company funds with her lover. Framing Luna for it, she incited her husband, Benjamin King, to hunt Luna down. Betrayed and killed by Victoria and her lover, Luna is reborn on the day of Victoria’s affair. This time, Luna sets a trap, ensuring Victoria pays for her sins.
EP 1: Luna Young, a former top executive at King Group, is betrayed by her best friend Victoria who frames her for embezzlement and other crimes. Luna is beaten and left permanently disabled by Victoria's husband, Benjamin King. In a shocking twist, Luna is reborn on the day of Victoria's affair, vowing revenge.Will Luna succeed in her revenge against Victoria in her new life?
Ep Review
Intrigue and Payback at Its Best
What a captivating series! The narrative is expertly crafted, with enough suspense and drama to keep you guessing. Luna's journey is one of empowerment and justice, and it's portrayed with such depth. The way she outwits her foes is both smart and satisfying. This show is perfect for anyone who love
Finally, Justice Served Cold!
Revenge My Evil Bestie is the perfect show for anyone who's ever dreamed of getting even. The storyline is intense and keeps you hooked with every episode. Luna's clever plan to take down Victoria is both satisfying and thrilling. Watching her get her well-deserved revenge is incredibly cathartic. T
Empowering and Suspenseful Drama
This short series really packs a punch! Luna's character development is so satisfying to watch, as she transforms from a victim to a cunning strategist. The plot is layered with intrigue, and the way Luna turns the tables on Victoria is simply epic. It's a refreshing take on the revenge genre, and I
A Riveting Tale of Betrayal and Redemption
Revenge My Evil Bestie is a wild ride from start to finish! The plot is full of twists and turns that kept me on the edge of my seat. Luna's journey from being wronged to seeking justice is both empowering and thrilling. The way she outsmarts Victoria is pure genius. If you're into stories about str
Revenge My Evil Bestie: When the Best Friend Wears Red and Holds the Knife
There’s a specific kind of dread that settles in your chest when you realize the person holding the knife isn’t a stranger—they’re the one who used to bring you soup when you were sick. In *Revenge My Evil Bestie*, that dread isn’t built through jump scares or loud music. It’s built through *texture*: the rough grain of the concrete floor under Luna Young’s palms, the way her beige sweater clings to her collarbone as she crawls, the faint smell of mildew and old newspapers clinging to the walls. This isn’t a murder mystery. It’s a dissection of trust—layer by layer, until nothing remains but bone and betrayal. From the first frame, we’re told who Luna is: *Former Executive of the King Group*. The title isn’t proud—it’s hollow. Like a title carved on a gravestone before the body’s even cold. She lies on a bed covered in a quilt that looks like it was stitched by a child—bright pink flowers, orange zigzags, yellow suns—all screaming *joy* in a room that radiates despair. Her eyes flutter open, not with hope, but with exhaustion. She doesn’t speak. She doesn’t cry. She just *exists*, like a ghost haunting her own life. And then—the cut. To Victoria Walker, elegantly dressed, phone to ear, tears streaming down her cheeks as she listens to… what? A voicemail? A confession? The subtitles tell us she’s Luna’s *best friend*. But the camera doesn’t lie: her grief is performative. Her fingers grip the phone too tightly. Her breath hitches at the wrong moments. She’s not mourning. She’s *rehearsing*. The true horror begins when Su Xia enters. Not with fanfare, but with *presence*. Her red coat isn’t just clothing—it’s a statement. A declaration of victory. She walks in like she owns the decay, like the cracked walls and scattered bottles are props in *her* narrative. And Luna? She sees her. Not with relief, but with recognition. That’s the moment the audience realizes: Luna knew this was coming. She just didn’t believe it would be *her*. The water scene isn’t torture—it’s theater. Su Xia doesn’t pour the water to kill. She pours it to *humiliate*. To remind Luna that even now, in her weakest state, she’s still dependent on *her*. The way Su Xia tilts the bottle—slow, precise, almost tender—is more terrifying than any slap. Because tenderness, when wielded by a betrayer, is the ultimate cruelty. Watch Luna’s face as the water floods her mouth. Her eyes don’t close. They *widen*. Not in pain—but in *understanding*. She gets it now. This isn’t random. This is punishment. For what? For trusting? For succeeding? For existing in a world where Su Xia felt invisible? The blood that appears—first a trickle, then a steady drip—isn’t from external violence. It’s self-inflicted. From biting her tongue. From choking on the truth. And Su Xia? She doesn’t flinch. She *leans in*. She studies Luna’s reaction like a scientist observing a specimen. That’s when the title hits you: *Revenge My Evil Bestie*. This isn’t revenge for a stolen promotion or a leaked email. This is revenge for *being better*. For being seen. For surviving. Then Adam Allen arrives—smiling, adjusting his cufflinks, his pinstripe suit immaculate against the grime of the room. He’s introduced as *Lover of Victoria*, but his energy says something else: *accomplice*. He doesn’t ask questions. He doesn’t check on Luna. He walks straight to Su Xia, places a hand on her waist, and laughs—a rich, warm sound that feels like oil poured over fire. And Luna? She points. Not at him. Not at her. At the *floor*. At the blood. At the bottle. At the undeniable proof that this was planned. That she was never meant to wake up. Her finger trembles. Her voice, when it finally comes, is a whisper—but the camera zooms in, and we see her lips form three words: *You knew*. Not ‘why’. Not ‘how’. *You knew*. That’s the line that breaks her. Because the worst betrayal isn’t the act—it’s the premeditation. The fact that they discussed it over coffee, laughed about it in a car, practiced the timing of the water pour. The aftermath is quieter than the violence. Luna collapses. Not dramatically—just a slow sag, like a puppet with cut strings. Blood pools beneath her head, mixing with dust and spilled water. Su Xia and Adam stand side by side, not speaking, just *observing*. Their expressions aren’t triumphant. They’re… satisfied. Like chefs tasting a dish they’ve perfected. And then—the cut to the goldfish. Floating. Unbothered. A symbol? Or just irony? The fish doesn’t know the world outside the glass is burning. Neither did Luna. Finally, Victoria. Back in her pristine living room, surrounded by soft pillows and abstract art, she picks up her phone. The screen lights up: *5:03 AM, December 9th*. She scrolls. Reads. Her face shifts—from shock, to denial, to something worse: *relief*. She exhales. Not a sob. A release. Because now the secret is safe. Now Luna can’t talk. Now the King Group’s scandal dies with her. And Victoria? She’ll wear black to the funeral. She’ll post a tribute on social media. She’ll cry at the memorial. And no one will suspect a thing—because the best lies are the ones wrapped in grief. *Revenge My Evil Bestie* succeeds because it refuses to moralize. It doesn’t ask us to pick sides. It forces us to sit with the discomfort of ambiguity. Was Luna truly innocent? Did she betray Su Xia first? The video never tells us. And that’s the point. Betrayal isn’t always black and white. Sometimes, it’s red—a coat, a necklace, a bottle of water held just a little too long. The genius of the piece lies in its visual storytelling: the way Su Xia’s earrings catch the light as she leans over Luna, the way Adam’s winged lapel pin glints when he laughs, the way Luna’s blood stains the gray quilt like a Rorschach test of guilt. We don’t need dialogue to understand the hierarchy of cruelty. We see it in the space between their bodies—in the inches Luna crawls, and the feet Su Xia refuses to take backward. This isn’t just a short film. It’s a mirror. And when you look into it, you don’t see Luna or Su Xia. You see the friend who ghosted you after your promotion. The colleague who smiled while leaking your idea. The lover who said ‘I’ve got your back’—right before pushing you off the ledge. *Revenge My Evil Bestie* doesn’t offer catharsis. It offers recognition. And that’s far more devastating. Because the scariest part isn’t that Su Xia did it. It’s that, given the right pressure, *we might have too*.