In my past life, my late father raised two girls, Isabella and Chloe, with the explicit understanding that one of them would become my wife, the matriarch of our family. They were both breathtakingly beautiful and exceptionally bright. On my wedding night, I was expected to choose one of them. But I lost my engagement ring and rushed back to the venue in the pouring rain to find it. Meanwhile, behind my back, Isabella and Chloe were having an affair with a poor student named Rhys, letting him defile them both. When I returned at dawn, all three of them were sprawled on the same bed. Rhys had an arm around each of them, sleeping soundly, while a sickening, cloying scent hung heavy in the air. I was furious, but they quickly turned it around, branding me as jealous and irrational. Later, they teamed up, seizing control of my company. I died tragically in a suspicious car accident. As my soul lingered, only one person guarded my body, her face contorted with grief, her eyes blazing with intense hatred. She buried me herself, but when Isabella, Chloe, and Rhys found out, they sent bodyguards to brutally attack and kill her at my grave. My own remains were later desecrated and scattered to the wind. Then, my eyes snapped open. I was back, the day before my wedding. This time, the privileges they’d enjoyed? They were being revoked.
“Asher! How dare you lay a hand on Rhys?!” I froze, two lifetimes of memories crashing into each other, making my head throb. Isabella and Chloe each slapped me, and Chloe, always the fiery one, immediately kicked me hard in the stomach. Pain shot through my body, but the emotion in my eyes flared, twisting into a bitter, chilling smile. In my past life, at this very moment, Isabella and Chloe were parading Rhys around the company like he was already the CEO. They’d been blunt, explicitly stating that Rhys was about to take over as president. And I? I was expected to step back after the wedding, become a house husband with no say. After all, my reputation as a useless heir? I owed it all to them. I stared at the three of them, my face cold as ice, a terrifying hatred making my body tremble. Even the company employees showed me, their actual boss, no respect. Snickering and mockery rang out one after another. “Mr. Miller is a total good-for-nothing, a scaredy-cat and useless. If it weren’t for Ms. Isabella and Ms. Chloe supporting him all these years, the Miller family’s century-old business would have been ruined by that incompetent fool. Does he even have the nerve to cause a scene?” “You’re right! I’ve been waiting for a new president. I hear Rhys graduated with a finance degree from a top-tier university like Harvard. With him leading us, our salaries are sure to double!” At that, a smug look crossed Rhys’s bruised face. I remembered my past life. He had barged into my office, interfering with a real estate project we were about to develop, insisting on adding some remote town to our carefully planned urban area. I’d been furious, suppressing my rage only to punch him square in the face. Isabella and Chloe had walked in just then. They’d flown into a rage, dragging me out of the office by force. They had publicly reprimanded me, then taken turns physically attacking me, all to vent their anger on Rhys’s behalf. As the memories flooded back, I glared at their greedy, malicious faces. A mocking smirk tugged at my swollen lips. They’d enjoyed the pampered life in the Miller household for years, yet they’d forgotten their humble origins. It was time to make them face reality. Isabella heard the employees’ words, grinning from ear to ear. She cast a rewarding glance at the employee who’d spoken up. “Rhys is incredibly talented; only he deserves to be in charge of this company. Wouldn’t you agree, everyone?” Isabella’s deliberately leading words sparked cheers from the crowd. They seemed to forget that the true owner of this place was me. I slowly lifted my eyelids, watching the farce unfold with a blank expression, a dark glint in my eyes. I was already calculating my next moves. Reborn, I wouldn’t waste another second caring about them.
That same day, I was kicked out of the company, my position taken over by Rhys. Late that night, the three of them returned, reeking of alcohol. When Isabella saw me, disgust flashed in her eyes. She curled her lip and barked, “What are you staring at? Come serve Rhys and get him ready for his bath! You’re useless, that’s all you’re good for.” Meanwhile, a drunken Rhys was leering, lust-struck, at Chloe’s cleavage. An idea sparked in my mind. I feigned obedience and answered her. Inside the bathroom, I watched the drunken Rhys with a cold stare. I grabbed his collar and shoved him into the filled bathtub. His hazy eyes snapped clear. He struggled fiercely against my grip. “So, you were faking it? Interesting, very interesting.” Our eyes met, and I clearly saw the vicious glint in his. I scoffed, then delivered an uppercut to his gut. He doubled over, writhing in pain, his once handsome face instantly contorting, flushed red. “You damn bastard! How dare you hit me? You’re finished!” “The Miller Corporation and your women? They’re mine. You’re destined to lose everything, to be reduced to ashes and scattered!” Hearing Rhys’s confident, hateful words, my heart skipped a beat. I raised an eyebrow, a little surprised. He’d been reborn too. I pretended to be confused, giving him an innocent look, then continued to pummel him. Rhys let out a shriek like a slaughtered pig. The next second, Isabella and Chloe burst into the cramped bathroom, their faces anxious and filled with concern. The sight of Rhys getting beaten made their eyes contract violently. “Are you looking for a fight?! Still daring to touch Rhys? Today, you’re definitely getting a lesson you won’t forget!” Isabella’s chest heaved with rage, while Chloe carefully helped Rhys up. Rhys leaned weakly into her arms, blood from his nose dripping onto Chloe’s nightgown, staining it with crimson spots. He dramatically clutched his chest, coughing weakly, like a character from a tragic play. He furrowed his brow, saying, “It’s alright. I shouldn’t have come to your home. It’s normal for Asher to have grudges. I’ll leave now.” With that, he started coughing violently, as if trying to cough out his lungs. Isabella and Chloe watched him, their hearts aching. “This is your home! If anyone’s leaving, it’s the rotten excess baggage. It’s pouring outside, and you’re so frail. You’re staying right here!” Isabella finished, her gaze fixed on me, as if I were a heinous criminal. I clenched my jaw, my entire jawline tight. Such vile people. In my past life, I had trusted them implicitly, based on over a decade of shared history. Even when I was misunderstood as a good-for-nothing, I never bothered to explain myself. All because of my father’s will, which stipulated that I choose one of them to be my wife. They were the girls raised by my family since childhood, meant to be our future matriarchs. But human hearts are fickle. They were no longer the Isabella and Chloe who once prioritized me, who guarded me like the apple of their eye. They conspired with an outsider to kill me, to have my remains scattered to the wind. Such treacherous traitors! In this life, I would make them pay for their blood debt!
Seeing my nonchalant attitude, Chloe was enraged. She immediately ordered Alfred, the butler, to kick me out of the house and commanded me to kneel outside until Rhys forgave me. I was surprised that even Alfred, who had served the Miller family for years, obeyed them. The plan to usurp me had likely been laid out long ago. A fine layer of cold sweat prickled my spine. I felt a chill run through me. I left the old mansion without a backward glance. Make me kneel and beg Rhys for forgiveness? They must be dreaming. The moment my foot stepped out of the old mansion, I was struck unconscious from behind. Through a haze of fading awareness, I dimly heard voices. “Ms. Isabella, you can’t draw any more! If you do, Mr. Miller will die!” The doctor’s voice was anxious, pleading with Isabella. Her voice was cold, like a demon descending, utterly merciless. “Draw one more bag, just in case. He’s still too energetic, daring to hit Rhys again and again. If we don’t teach him a harsh lesson, he’ll never learn to behave.” A single tear of regret slipped from the corner of my eye. The Miller family had nurtured them for years, only to raise two ungrateful wolves. When light finally greeted my eyes again, I slowly opened my heavy, weary lids. Every inch of my body screamed in pain, and the dizziness from blood loss made my vision black out in waves. I painfully fumbled for the phone in my pocket and called the person I least wanted to humble myself to. With everything finalized, the wedding day drew closer and closer. The mansion was bustling with activity. The sounds of laughter and chatter relentlessly pounded against my eardrums. When I appeared before everyone, disheveled and pale, Countless disdainful gazes fell upon me. Rhys stood in the center of the crowd, surrounded by admirers, Isabella and Chloe flanking him on either side. My family’s ancestral home had been desecrated by these people; even the family motto, personally inscribed by my grandfather, was covered in dirty footprints, shoved under a table leg. Rage instantly surged through my limbs, making my body tremble. “You’re all asking for death!” I roared, the suppressed emotions finally exploding. But only more sneering laughter answered me. Chloe tossed her hair, her eyes filled with contempt as she looked at me. “It’s just something from a dead person anyway. Why bother?” “Tonight is Rhys’s celebration. Get lost, don’t be an eyesore here,” Isabella added impatiently. I almost laughed. Dogs daring to chase away their master?
“Everyone, get out of here! This house belongs to the Millers!” At my words, everyone looked at me with disdain, chiming in one after another: “He truly is an idiot. The heads of the Miller family are Ms. Isabella and Ms. Chloe. You, Asher Miller, are just a parasitic dog. You should learn to behave yourself and keep your tail tucked!” A dull ache pierced my chest. I swept my gaze across the crowd, my eyes blazing with murderous intent. Just as I was about to speak, I saw Rhys holding my grandfather’s handwritten family motto. A wicked smile played on his lips, calculation practically dripping from his eyes. He raised an eyebrow, his voice chillingly cold. “Since you want it so badly, I’ll give it back to you then.” He slowly walked towards me, and the moment I reached out to touch it, he ripped the motto into shreds, flinging the pieces into my face. Then, a chorus of ear-splitting laughter erupted, the sound like sharp needles piercing my heart. Blood rushed to my head instantly. My eyes turned red as I seized his collar. “You bastard! You’re dead, you hear me?! Aaaargh!” That motto was the only keepsake my grandfather had left me. It had hung in the old mansion for twenty years, inscribed with our family’s core principles, meant to remind future generations. How dare Rhys destroy it! Bodyguards rushed over, pinning me firmly to the ground, my cheek pressed against the cold floor, a chill seeping into my heart. I struggled desperately, but Rhys lifted his foot and ground it hard onto the back of my hand. Isabella and Chloe’s tightly furrowed brows relaxed at the sight. “Tomorrow, at the wedding, hand over the heirloom jade bangle that represents the Miller matriarch. Otherwise, don’t blame us for getting rough.” My eyes were bloodshot, and I scoffed, shaking my head. My expression was icy. “There will indeed be a new Mrs. Miller, but it certainly won’t be either of you.” At that, Isabella and Chloe burst out laughing. Isabella sneered, “Besides us, who else would want to be the foster ward of a useless man like you? The Miller family raised us for years; we’re part of this family. The Miller family’s assets naturally belong to us too.” Hearing Isabella’s utterly shameless words, the coldness in my heart deepened. They seemed to have forgotten the look on their faces when they knelt, pleading humbly for me to choose them. “You’ve enjoyed wealth and luxury for so long, have you forgotten where you came from? Don’t forget who gave you all of this.” My words pierced directly into the most vile depths of their hearts. Both their faces twisted. Their eyes darted nervously, then they glared at me with bitter resentment. They tied me to a chair, letting the so-called guests pour drinks all over me. This was their punishment for me.
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