My sister envies and desires everything about me. So she activated the rebirth system. If life could start over, she would swap lives with me. But she doesn't know that my life is actually the real hell.
My sister envies and desires everything about me. So she activated the rebirth system. If life could start over, she would swap lives with me. But she doesn't know that my life is actually the real hell.
My sister thought I had it all.
I was prettier than her, smarter in school, favored by our parents, and married to a devoted husband.
Her jealousy consumed her.
She activated a rebirth system, killed me as a sacrifice, and planned to relive my life.
She wanted to steal everything I had, to live the life she'd envied forever.
What she didn't know was that my life was a nightmare.
1
I was Izabella Higgins, just like my sister Jenna Higgins, a small-time actress.
After I married Braydon Ward, the heir to the prominent Ward Enterprises in the capital, my career soared with new opportunities, propelling me to stardom.
My sister, eaten up by jealousy, killed me in a fit of rage.
She went broke to activate a rebirth system, sending her back to the day our parents asked us to choose who would meet Braydon for an arranged marriage.
Our father sat across from us, speaking solemnly. "For our family to thrive in the capital, one of you needs to marry into Ward Enterprises. Who's willing to go?"
In my first life, Jenna refused, unwilling to be trapped in a marriage that might limit her acting career.
Her lackluster performances kept her stuck in obscurity, always on the fringes of fame.
She couldn't accept it.
So when given a chance to rewrite her fate, she jumped at it. "Dad, I'll go," she said.
Our parents, too busy with their business to raise us together, kept me close while sending Jenna to live with our grandmother in the countryside.
They only brought her back when she was fifteen.
Our father raised me to be a perfect candidate for high society, skilled in music, arts, and performance, a stepping stone for his ambitions.
Out of guilt for neglecting Jenna, they gave her whatever she wanted.
Without asking my opinion, our father agreed. "Fine, Jenna will go."
She shot me a smug glance, reveling in her victory.
After our father left, she spoke with a vengeful edge. "Izabella, last time you had everything. This time, it's my turn. Give me your life. You can marry that delivery guy."
Soon after I married Braydon, our father arranged for Jenna to wed a deliveryman who once saved his life.
She resisted, but our father, usually indulgent, refused to budge.
Her resentment toward me peaked, especially when news of Braydon's affection for me trended online. She decided to swap our lives.
BrightStar Corporation developed a rebirth system, outrageously expensive and requiring a life as payment.
The government banned its use.
Jenna, through shady deals, bribed BrightStar insiders, killed me, and restarted her life.
2
I looked into Jenna's hate-filled eyes and smiled. "Congratulations, you just ruined your own life."
She froze. "What do you mean?"
I stayed silent, smiling.
She regained her confident smirk. "Izabella, you can't scare me. You're just mad I took your husband and your future."
I knew her obsession had consumed her. The moment she killed me, she crossed a line with no return.
I said nothing more and went inside to enroll in a directing course at Capital University.
Directing was my dream, a chance to step away from acting.
In my first life, endless scripts and commitments left no time for it.
Now, I had my chance.
Jenna's meeting with Braydon went smoothly, as I expected.
Our near-identical looks were Braydon's weakness. He loved my face, nothing more.
I learned that only after marrying him.
As Jenna wanted, Braydon met her once and, just like before, set a wedding date three months later.
At dinner, she bragged. "Braydon said it was love at first sight. He'll sign me with a top agency and get me better roles."
Our parents beamed. "Jenna, you've done us proud. This will save our family's finances."
Their words echoed what they told me in my first life.
Our father saw this marriage as the family's salvation.
He didn't care if the daughter in this elite marriage was happy.
I watched coldly, knowing our parents favored whichever child served their interests. That was why Jenna thought they loved me more.
In my first life, when I sought their help, they dismissed me. "A married daughter is on her own. Your problems don't concern the family."
I wondered if Jenna, when she came crying to them in this life, would stir their guilt.
Time flew, and June 19 was her wedding license day. While I was in class, she called repeatedly.
I ignored her until I had to step out and answer. "What do you want?"
Her tone was sharp. "Izabella, did you sign a prenup with Braydon in your last life?"
My heart skipped. It was happening.
I told her the truth. "Yes, I did."
That prenup dragged me into endless trouble.
For her sake as my sister, I warned her. "Read the terms carefully. If you can avoid signing it, don't. It's not in your favor."
She laughed mockingly. "Izabella, drop the act. You're just scared I'll outshine you, so you're trying to trick me into choosing differently."
"I'll live your life, only better!"
I smiled, gazing into the distance. "I hope you do better than I did."
I hung up.
Standing by the school's corridor window, I recalled the prenup's terms. It clearly stated all of Braydon's premarital assets, gifts, and income were his alone.
But debts and earnings after marriage were shared.
That clause set the stage for my misery.
Since Jenna ignored my warning and chose the same path, I could only silently pray for her.
I hoped her life wouldn't be as wretched as mine.
3
The wedding arrived as planned.
Ward Enterprises was a renowned elite company in the capital, so the ceremony was grand beyond imagination.
Jenna glowed with joy, basking in her moment of glory.
The media swarmed, splashing details of their wedding across the news.
The headline "Ward Enterprises' Heir Braydon Ward Got Married" topped the trending charts, followed closely by #BraydonWardsBride.
Like me in my first life, Jenna, despite years in the industry, gained more fame from her wedding than all her roles combined.
I felt ashamed of that.
But Jenna saw it as her shining moment, a ticket to fame and popularity, an ultimate triumph.
After languishing in obscurity for so long, the allure of overnight stardom was irresistible to her.
Marrying Braydon Ward was, in her eyes, a crown of honor.
She never questioned why a family like ours, so far below Ward Enterprises' league, would be chosen for such a marriage.
Jenna and Braydon approached to toast me and our parents.
I looked at Braydon's cold face, as icy as his heart.
His gaze lingered on me, heavy with meaning, because my face resembled the one he held in his memory more than hers did.
After toasting our parents, he raised his glass to me alone. "Izabella, we're family now. Let's look out for each other."
I forced a smile. "Absolutely."
I vowed to make him pay.
I downed the wine, its sharp burn piercing my nose and sharpening my senses, fueling the hatred I carried from two lifetimes.
Jenna watched our exchange closely, her unease obvious, and quickly pulled Braydon to another table. "Braydon, no need to be so formal with family. Look, Mr. Kingston is calling us."
She shot me a threatening glance.
She feared I'd steal the husband she'd schemed so hard to take from my first life.
I gave her a playful smile, raised my glass, and mouthed, "Congratulations."
Amid the noisy crowd, I scanned for a familiar bright yellow figure from my first life.
Soon enough, he appeared.
It was the deliveryman who saved our father's life, Jerold Payne.
This was my first real look at him; in my first life, I only knew his name.
He hurried through the crowd, carrying a bag of medicine for one of Jenna' friends who had sudden stomach pain.
In my first life, Jenna, as part of the bride's family, ordered the medicine at the reception.
This time, she seized the chance to push me toward the tragic fate of marrying the deliveryman, ordering the medicine for her friend right from the wedding stage.
At that moment, our father clutched his chest, sweating profusely and gasping. "My medicine, I forgot it!"
His face twisted in pain from his heart condition.
Our mother, tears streaming, shouted, "Does anyone have medicine? Quick-relief pills, please!"
Jenna' eyes lit up, glancing at the deliveryman who heard our mother's cries.
She looked at me with a victorious smirk.
I returned a calm smile, pulled quick-relief pills from my bag, and fed them to our father.
I turned to our stunned mother. "I noticed Dad forgot his medicine this morning, so I packed it for him."
After taking the pills, our father's pained expression eased.
He patted my hand warmly. "Izabella, you're always so thoughtful."
I glanced at the strikingly handsome deliveryman, who sighed in relief and slipped away quietly. Seeing his face stirred an odd feeling in me.
Jenna' venomous glare broke my thoughts. She hated that I hadn't followed her doomed path from the first life.
I raised an eyebrow at her from afar. In this reborn life, I controlled my own fate.
4
After the wedding, Jenna insisted we take a family photo with Braydon's relatives.
At the center, our father, Nigel Higgins, shook hands with Braydon's father, Declan Ward, the true head of Ward Enterprises.
The gesture sealed the partnership between our families.
Declan praised our father. "Nigel, you've raised a fine daughter-in-law for our family."
Nigel waved off the compliment. "Not at all, as long as you don't think she's unworthy."
Declan cast a satisfied look at Jenna.
I stood at the edge, avoiding his gaze.
But his sharp, eagle-like eyes found me. "Is this your eldest, Izabella?" he asked Nigel.
Nigel pulled me forward. "This is Jenna' sister, Izabella, also an actress. Izabella, say hello to Mr. Ward."
I lowered my eyes, keeping my tone cool. "Hello, Mr. Ward."
It was Declan's first time meeting me, yet he said, "I've seen you before. I watched your TV series. You're talented, with a bright future."
My heart raced. Those were the exact words he said when I met him with Braydon in my first life.
Back then, I thought he was praising my acting.
Only on my wedding night did I uncover the hidden meaning behind his words.
After tedious small talk, I used the excuse of needing to return to school to escape a place I never wanted to revisit in either life.
As Jenna returned from seeing off guests, I pulled her to a corner. "As your sister, I'm warning you one last time. Stay away from Braydon's father. He's not a good man."
She sneered. "Don't act jealous just because you lost out. Didn't you rely on his resources to get famous in your last life? I know your game. I told you, stop trying to trick me into making different choices. Let go of me and leave my wedding."
She yanked free, her face full of disdain, and ordered me to go.
I let go of my last shred of warmth for her, seeing her contempt. Jenna was determined to dive into this pit.
She held no sisterly bond for me. Her hatred, born the moment our parents sent her to our grandmother's in the countryside, had festered.
Without me, she wouldn't have grown up in a rural school, been mocked as an unwanted child, or worked the fields with her delicate hands.
She blamed me for everything.
No matter what I said, she wouldn't listen.
So be it. Let her become the Ward family's pawn, their cash cow.
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