Blurb：
Manhattan’s elite darling Oliver Young never expected his brother Liam Young to be reborn with full knowledge of their past betrayal. When their father forces them to choose brides through arranged marriage, Oliver repeats his “magnanimous” act of letting Liam choose first—just like in their previous life. But this time, Liam refuses the trap. He remembers everything: how Oliver manipulated him into marrying Isabella Rossi, the supposedly paralyzed and disowned heiress, only to discover she was faking her disability to be with Oliver. Liam recalls his gruesome death—seventy-three stab wounds while Isabella and Oliver watched impassively.
Now back at the selection ceremony, Liam shocks everyone by choosing Sophia Montgomery, Oliver’s secret lover. The family erupts—Father strikes Liam, Oliver feigns hurt, but Isabella Rossi reveals her true motives. Rising from her wheelchair, she offers a billion-dollar investment in exchange for marrying Oliver, exposing their conspiracy. This gripping tale of betrayal, revenge, and corporate intrigue features powerful characters including the Young brothers, Sophia Montgomery, and the cunning Isabella Rossi in a world where Manhattan elite schemes collide with second chances.
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The darling of the Manhattan elite, my brother Oliver, had no idea I’d been reborn.
Just like last time, he performed his magnanimous act, insisting I choose my bride first during the family’s arranged selection.
He wanted all the credit for being selfless.
But this time, I refused outright.
Because last time, I had actually believed he had my best interests at heart.
I’d followed his “suggestion” and chosen Isabella Rossi–supposedly paralyzed for years and disowned by her powerful family.
After our marriage, I traveled the world seeking specialists to heal her, poring my entire fortune into rebuilding hers.
I received no loyalty in return.
At my birthday gala, when Isabella’s enemy charged at Oliver with a knife, that woman, supposedly paralyzed for years, leaped from her wheelchair and shoved me directly into the blade.
The assassin stabbed my heart seventy-three times.
And she and Oliver simply clung to each other, watching, not lifting a finger to help.
Only as I gasped my last breath did the Rossi family guards finally rush in and shoot the killer.
That’s when I understood. She wasn’t crippled. She’d never been disowned.
She just hadn’t want to marry me because Oliver had chosen someone else.
“I’m sorry, Liam,” she had whispered over my dying body, “I lied. But I couldn’t watch Oliver die.”
“I’ll repay you in the next life.”
When I opened my eyes again, I was back in my father’s study, on the day he demanded we choose our brides.
“Younger brother should choose first,” Oliver Young said, his voice unnaturally stiff, the performance identical. “He needs an excellent wife more than I do.”
The same fake magnanimity.
But the way his eyes locked with Sophia Montgomery’s, thick with unspoken understanding, gave everything away.
Everyone knew they’d been secretly involved for ages.
Today, Father would inevitably assign Sophia to him.
In my last life, oblivious, remembering our childhood together, I dutifully chose Isabella Rossi.
Back then, I believed I was making a noble sacrifice. I never imagined that choice would lead straight to hell.
Seventy-three stab wounds. My heart torn to shreds.
And Isabella’s medical team? They had swarmed around Oliver, fussing over a tiny one-centimeter cut on his hand.
He whimpered dramatically, burying his face in Isabella’s shoulder. “Isabella! It stings! Someone help Liam! This is all my fault, I shouldn’t have tried to take you from him…”
The guests murmured, praising the Young heir’s compassion, admiring how he worried for his brother even in this moment.
Only when my blood had formed a spreading pool on the marble floor did he start his performance, screaming at the arriving guards, “Save my brother! For God’s sake, save him!”
Watching his tear-streaked face, I almost laughed. This was his constant pattern—using his saintly facade to steal Father’s affection, to trap me in a marriage without love, to leave me with nothing.
A cold smile touched my lips. “Since you’re so considerate, Oliver, I won’t stand on ceremony. I choose Sophia Montgomery.”
Oliver stared at me, disbelief written across his features. “Liam, you know that Sophia and I…”
Isabella’s gaze sharpened on me, a flicker of surprise in her eyes.
Father exploded. His hand struck my face with brutal force.
“Know your place, you bastard! Sophia Montgomery is Manhattan royalty! What makes you think a man like you deserves to even look at her?”
“You know she’s in love with your brother! What game are you playing?”
I tasted blood, but my smile only widened. “If everything is prearranged, why not just assign me to Isabella Rossi, the cripple? Afraid people will accuse you of favoritism?”
Oliver’s eyes darkened, instantly welling with tears. “Liam, how can you say that? Father has always had your best interests at heart.”
As we argued, Isabella Rossi rose from her wheelchair.
“Mr. Young,” she said calmly, “Perhaps we can make a deal.”
“I’m aware Young Enterprises faces a liquidity crisis. I can provide a one-billion-dollars investment. My condition? Oliver marries me.”
I hadn’t anticipated she would reveal her secret now, after maintaining the pretense for so long.
I stared at her intently until her typically cold eyes met mine, now complex and tinged with something resembling guilt.
I laughed. So she’d been reborn too.
Even after watching me die.
Given a second chance, she still couldn’t bear the thought of Oliver marrying someone else.
She’d exposed her biggest secret –that she was neither paralyzed nor disowned by the Rossis – all for him.
But in our previous life? She watched me sell everything I owned for her treatments.
She watched me sell my own organs to raise money.
And never spoke a word.
Father’s face brightened at the mention of one billion dollars. Saving the company was the entire purpose of this marriage arrangement.
Besides, the Rossi family’s influence far surpassed the Montgomerys’.
He snorted. “Since Miss Rossi is so devoted to Oliver, Liam, you’ll marry Sophia.”
Sophia’s face turned ashen, fury radiating from her. “Liam Young! Look in the mirror! You’re not fit to polish Oliver’s shoes! Marry me? In your dreams!”
Father’s expression darkened instantly.
“Sophia, what is the meaning of this?” he demanded, his voice cutting through the tension. “Our families have been allies for generations! Are you suggesting my sons aren’t good enough for you? Are you going back on our agreement?”
Sophia’s beautiful eyes, usually warm, turned to ice as they fixed on me. “Mr. Young, forgive my bluntness, but my heart belongs only to Oliver. Marrying Liam Young? I’d rather die!”
Oliver’s eyes welled up with what appeared to be touched emotion. He pulled Sophia into a protective embrace.
“Sophia, my darling! Please remember that Liam saved you once, he has health problems because of that rescue! Even if you cannot love him,can you not find some pity in your heart?”
If Oliver hadn’t mentioned it, I might have forgotten the incident entirely.
When we were ten, Sophia and I had been childhood playmates.
She had fallen into the lake during a family gathering, screaming for help. I jumped in without hesitation, pushing her to safety with all my strength, wrecking my own health in the process. I became the sickly one, while she thrived.
Sophia gazed adoringly at Oliver. “Oliver, please stop worrying about others. If you hadn’t called the doctors so quickly that day, I wouldn’t be here today. You’re the one who truly saved me.”
She shot me a look of pure disgust.
“If certain people hadn’t clung to me out of some warped sense of obligation all these years, Oliver and I would be married by now.”
Oliver couldn’t quite hide his smug satisfaction, ducking his head as if to conceal his expression.
I barely suppressed the urge to roll my eyes.
My voice cut through their dramatic display, cold and clear. “Since Oliver and these ladies are so deeply attached, why not marry both?”
Oliver flushed with anger. “Liam! What nonsense are you spouting! If they’re both with me, who would possibly want you?”
I stood slowly, my posture straight and confident. “What if I said I want neither?”
Two pairs of eyes locked onto me.
Sophia’s were full of scorn, practically screaming You’re not worthy.
Isabella’s gaze was darker, more calculating, as if trying to read my mind.
I didn’t care to decipher her thoughts. I looked away dismissively.
“Nonsense!” Father slammed his fist on the polished desk. “You useless parasite! If you won’t make a useful marriage, what good are you to this family? Just eating us out of house and home!”
I met his furious gaze, my voice firm and resonant in the tense room.
“I know about the problems with the overseas division. I’ll go abroad. I’ll handle it. I’ll save the company.”
In my previous life, the family business had collapsed completely.
Father had used my mother’s entire inheritance to plug the financial holes, but it hadn’t been enough.
Just before Young Enterprises declared bankrupt, Father transferred everything of value to Oliver.
Enough wealth for Oliver to live lavishly for multiple lifetimes.
Meanwhile, I lived in a drafty apartment, working multiple jobs to pay for Isabella’s medical treatments.
At my absolute lowest, I had knelt before Oliver, begging for just three thousand dollars. He had security drag me out and break my leg.
The doctors said Isabella’s surgery needed just three thousand more. Any delay meant permanent paralysis.
Desperate, I sold an organ on the black market to get that money.
But it was all a lie. My sacrifice meant nothing.
Enough. No more dwelling on the past.
A bitter laugh escaped me as I deleted Isabella’s contact from my phone and boarded a flight to Los Angeles.
The team at the new subsidiary didn’t have high hopes for me, viewing me as merely Oliver Young’s shadow.
I didn’t care. I focused entirely on proving myself.
Previously preoccupied with Isabella’s needs now I threw myself completely into work. I discovered a natural talent for negotiation, earning praise from even the toughest business partners.
After successfully landing a deal that had stalled for three years, I earned a meeting with the parent company’s CEO.
I became an overnight sensation in business circles, hailed as a business prodigy and a genius investor.
Even overshadowing Oliver’s reputation as the Manhattan golden boy.
Father, who had seemed to forget my existence, finally called.
The call contained nothing but rage.
“Liam Young! Getting too big for your britches? Your mother’s memorial is coming up, and you can’t be bothered to come home!”
Mother remained my only soft spot. I immediately wrapped up my work and returned.
After visiting her grave, Oliver intercepted me.
His smile was sickeningly sweet, barely concealing the envy burning beneath the surface.
“Liam, you’ve been working so hard lately.”
“Running around the company day and night… not that I’m trying to stop you. But your underhanded tricks only fool amateurs!”
“Real investors see right through you!”
“I know you’re doing all this,” he sneered, glancing pointedly at Isabella who stood nearby, “just to get Isabella’s attention.”
His gaze swept over her possessively. “So, Father asked me to tell you. He’s found you a suitable fiancée. The comatose heiress from the Smith family.”
“Starting tomorrow, you’re off the project. I’m taking over as CEO. Can’t have a country bumpkin embarrassing us internationally.”
I laughed coldly. “What’s the matter, Oliver? Can’t handle your little brother, the one you’ve pushed down his whole life, finally being better than you?”
He recoiled as if struck, shock flashing across his face.
My voice turned to ice, years of resentment finally spilling out. “I’ve bled to save this company. What gives you the right to take it from me? Your gold-digger mother’s questionable background? Or the ‘grades’ Father bought for you at that diploma mill?”
“A bastard like you ordering me to step aside? What gives you the nerve?”
Oliver’s face twisted in fury. His voice trembled with feigned hurt. “Liam, I only want what’s best for you. How can you misunderstand me like this?”
I scoffed loudly. “For my own good? Sure. Manhattan’s golden boy, here’s some advice, Father’s given you plenty. Stop coveting what little I have, including my mother’s inheritance.”
Oliver stammered, “I know you’ve always resented me… I just don’t want to see you struggle…”
I had no more patience for his act. I turned to leave, but Isabella suddenly grabbed my arm.
Her eyes were dark, conflicted. “That was too far, Liam.”
Seeing her rush to defend him was almost funny.
Her gaze hardened with determination. “Apologize to Oliver.”
I slapped her. Hard.
The sharp crack echoed through the room.
My voice was glacial. “My dear future sister-in-law, had enough drama? Take your theatrics elsewhere. You’re making me sick.”
Isabella reeled back, her perfectly styled hair askew, pure disbelief etched across her features.
“You…”
Her voice was a raw whisper, as if she couldn’t fathom me striking her.
I shoved her away coldly and packed my bags that night.
But at the airport the next morning, I was stopped abruptly.
Sophia Montgomery lunged at me, her fingers digging into my neck like claws. “This is all your fault! Oliver jumped from a building last night! He’s hemorrhaging in the hospital! You’re coming with me to save him!”
Luckily, my hired team moved with practiced efficiency, swiftly restraining Sophia as she lunged.
I looked at her like she was insane. “Jumped? Then perhaps you should be at the hospital. What exactly do you require from me? Did I provide the push?”
Sophia’s glare could have scorched steel. “If you hadn’t insulted him yesterday, called him a bastard, he wouldn’t have jumped! You know how fragile his pride is! You might as well have held the knife yourself!”
She spat her threat through clenched teeth. “I swear, if anything happens to Oliver, I’ll make you pay!”
My smile was pure contempt. “With what, precisely? Your charming personality? My security seems unimpressed.”
The glass doors slid open, and Isabella entered the terminal, her expression a mask of frost. A small, formidable contingent of Rossi security fanned out behind her. “What about with me?” she asked, her voice cutting through the airport noise.
Sophia snarled, “Don’t waste time! Oliver’s bleeding out! Sedate him and get him to the hospital for a transfusion! This is his fault! He will make it right!”
“You caused this chaos! Now you can make amends!”
My guards were expertly neutralized by the Rossi team. Sophia seized the moment, viciously forced me down, grinding my face against the concrete.
A sharp, burning pain flared across my cheek. I felt the skin tear, the coppery taste of blood filling my mouth.
But I only stared at Isabella.
“Isabella Rossi,” I managed, my voice strained against the pressure. “One last question.”
“Can you truly not see this for what it is? Another one of Oliver’s performances? A leap for sympathy?”
Isabella closed her eyes. When she opened them, the last trace of hesitation was gone. “I know.”
Pathetic.
They both knew his game, yet they were still willing to throw me back into the abyss.
In the back of the armored car speeding toward the hospital, my hands bound, Isabella broke the heavy silence with a soft sigh.
“You’ve been reborn too.”
I let out a harsh, mirthless laugh.
“Reborn or not, what difference does it make? You never chose me.”
“I’m sorry.”
I turned to her, the sheer absurdity of it all washing over me. “Isabella Rossi. Two lifetimes, and ‘I’m sorry’ is still the best you can offer?”
Her eyes reddened. She leaned in suddenly, her lips pressing against mine in a desperate, fleeting kiss. “Liam, just this one last time. I’m begging you.”
“It’s only blood. You’ll recover.”
“After this, I’ll marry you. I’ll spend the rest of my whole life making this right.”
I said nothing, my lips set in a thin, unyielding line.
At the hospital, I was hauled directly to the blood bank.
I was shoved into a chair, and a needle was unceremoniously jabbed into my arm.
I watched, detached, as the dark red liquid began to flow from my vein into the collection bag.
A familiar, draining weakness started to seep into my limbs
Isabella and Sophiahovered by the OR doors, their anxiety reserved solely for the man behind them. “How is he? Is Oliver going to be okay?”
No one glanced my way. No one asked if I was lightheaded.
As the second bag began to swell, the bright lights overhead started to swim and blur at the edges.
A nurse looked concerned. “Sir, your vitals are dropping. You’re severely anemic. Any more could be life-threatening.”
Isabella overheard this, instinctively grabbing my cold hand. “Oliver’s still in critical condition. He needs this. Just be strong a little longer.”
I stared at the fluorescent lights above, a crushing weariness settling over me.
“Isabella,” I whispered, the words barely audible, a final surrender. “Let’s just… release each other.”
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