Chapter 1

“Sister, don’t you hate it?”

The night before my arranged marriage to Caleb Thorne, the heir of the powerful Thorne family, my stepsister suddenly knocked on my bedroom door.

Seeing I didn’t answer, she continued, talking to herself.

“Three years ago, your mom died in a car crash. A month later, Dad married my mom.”

“Even the dynastic marriage your mother had arranged for you, my father just handed it over to me.”

“Sister, you don’t actually believe your mom’s death was just an ordinary accident, do you?”

Of course, I knew my mom’s death had everything to do with my stepmother.

So, for everything you owed my mother and me, you wouldn’t get away with a single penny.

Jasmine Vance, dressed in a million-dollar wedding gown, looked like a princess straight out of a fairytale.

“Sister, I don’t understand what you mean.”

I knelt to adjust the hem of her dress.

“Heh, I hope you never understand, Sister.” Jasmine giggled, covering her mouth.

But the next second, her laughter died.

The dagger I’d hidden in my sleeve plunged deep into her abdomen. Blood quickly soaked through the pristine white gown.

It was like a crimson rose blooming on fresh snow, stark and terrifyingly beautiful.

Jasmine collapsed to the ground in pain, staring at me in disbelief. “You…”

“Jasmine Vance, was it fun stealing my life? But anything that belongs to Cassidy Sterling, I’d rather destroy it than hand it over to someone else!”

“Whether your little mistress mother and you were involved in my mom’s car crash or not, I’m putting it all on you.”

“Don’t worry, you’re just bleeding a little, it’s not fatal. It just means tomorrow, I’ll be the one marrying into the Thorne family.”

My smile in the dimly lit room was chilling.

But then, everything went black, and I fell into an empty void.

When my consciousness returned, I woke up in my own room.

Wasn’t this supposed to be Jasmine’s bridal room, the one she’d stolen from me?

The mansion showed no signs of an upcoming wedding. I grabbed my phone and saw the date: three years ago.

Was that vivid experience just a dream?

A grin spread across my face. “Mom, Mom!”

“Mom, where are you?”

I rushed downstairs, just as I saw Mom getting into her car, preparing to leave.

A cold sweat broke out all over me. I screamed, “Mom, get out! Don’t take the car!”

I darted to the car, clutching the door handle tightly, refusing to let the driver start.

My mom frowned, looking at me. “It’s the weekend, why aren’t you sleeping in? What are you doing?”

“Just get out of the car. I just want to be with you today.”

Big tears streamed down my face.

The scenes from my dream replayed vividly in my mind.

My mother’s memorial service had been eerily silent, only me kneeling before her coffin, quietly burning paper offerings.

After Mom left, Dad revealed his true colors, immediately bringing his mistress and illegitimate daughter back home.

Even the memorial service, I had to arrange a place for it alone.

While their family of three ate a happy family dinner, I had lost the closest person to me.

My mom didn’t understand what was happening to me, but she got out of the car and comforted me anyway.

If the dream had truly become reality, then I must have been reborn.

So I wept tears of joy, because I had a chance to change the ending!

That day passed peacefully.