Blurb：
In this gripping tale of rebirth and revenge, Jason Wright finds himself back at the pivotal moment where life-altering choices must be made. After being murdered by his jealous brother Jacob Wright, Jason awakens on the day their father presents two betrothal options: marrying the housekeeper’s daughter Quinn Burnett or the wealthy heiress.
Having lived through this scenario before, Jason knows the dark truth about both women. While Jacob Wright rushes to claim Quinn Burnett, believing her lottery win will bring him fortune, Jason understands the real secret to success lies within himself. The wealthy heiress may seem like a cursed choice, but Jason sees opportunity where his brother sees only danger.
This intense family drama explores themes of rebirth, betrayal, and the true meaning of prosperity. Watch as Jason Wright navigates his second chance at life while Jacob Wright blindly repeats past mistakes. Who will truly prosper in this lifetime?
Content：
In my past life, my father arranged betrothals for both my brother and me, leaving the choice to us.
Without hesitation, my brother chose the wealthy heiress, forcing me to marry the housekeeper’s daughter.
But the heiress turned out to be a cruel woman. She brought her first love home and humiliated my brother every day.
Meanwhile, the housekeeper’s daughter I married ended up winning hundreds of millions in the lottery, granting me a life free from financial worries.
Jealous of my prosperous life, my brother deliberately drove his car straight into me.
When I open my eyes again, I’m back on the day we’re supposed to choose our betrothed.
My brother rushes to choose the housekeeper’s daughter first.
“Jason Wright, it’s my turn to enjoy the good life! You can go keep that awful woman company!”
I smile. He doesn’t know that my comfortable life was never dependent on my wife.
Chapter 1
“I’ve arranged two betrothals for you guysone is a housekeeper’s daughter, while the other is a wealthy heiress. You two can choose for yourselves.”
As I listened to Dad’s words, I touched my head, feeling no traces of a wound.
That was when I realized I had been reborn.
“Dad, I want to marry the housekeeper’s daughter!” My brother, Jacob Wright, exclaimed eagerly from beside me.
Dad was taken aback. Jacob was usually quite vain, so why would he uncharacteristically choose the housekeeper’s daughter?
Only I knew the answer. Jacob had been reborn too.
“Are you sure?” Dad asked in surprise. “If you marry her, you’ll have to rely on your own efforts for everything.”
“I’m sure. I want to marry the housekeeper’s daughter. Why should Jason, of all people, get all the good luck?”
With that, Jacob looked at me. He leaned close to my ear and whispered smugly, “Jason Wright, it’s my turn to enjoy the good life! You can keep that sadist company!”
I smiled, feeling secretly delighted. Jacob was welcome to enjoy this “good luck” all he wanted.
In our previous life, Jacob had chosen the heiress. But who could have known she would demand he marry into her family?
He even signed a prenuptial agreement, preventing him from getting a single cent from her.
After the marriage, Jacob thought he could at least live without financial worries. Instead, the heiress turned out to be a sadist who whipped him daily.
If Jacob failed to please her, she would withhold his meals.
He lived an absolutely miserable life.
One day, the heiress’ first love returned to the country. She brought him into their home and humiliated Jacob in front of him every day.
In his grief and anger, Jacob asked for a divorce, but the heiress refused to let him go.
She produced the prenup he had signed and said, “You can leave, but you’ll have to pay me 100 million dollars as compensation for my emotional distress.”
Meanwhile, Quinn Burnett, the housekeeper’s daughter I married, was demure and generous. She ended up winning hundreds of millions in the lottery.
I even drove the sports car Jacob had always dreamed of.
When he saw it, his eyes turned bloodshot, and he deliberately crashed his used-car into my sports car.
“Jason, you stole my life!” he screamed.
After Jacob married Quinn, he made a point of flaunting it in front of me. Wrapping his arm around her, he said, “Jason, take a good look. She’s my wife now.”
Quinn leaned shyly into his embrace.
I looked at the woman I had lived with for over a decade and couldn’t help but feel disgusted. Jacob had picked up trash and was treating it like it was treasure.
I glanced thankfully at Jason before politely greeting, “Hello, Quinn.”
A flicker of confusion passed over Jacob’s face before he quickly composed himself. He leaned closer to me and said, “Jason, there’s no need to pretend to be strong. After all, losing assets worth hundreds of millions would make anyone upset.”
Then, with a light snort, he swaggered off with his arm still around Quinn.
I secretly clicked my tongue in disbelief. In my previous life, if Quinn hadn’t held me back, my assets would have far exceeded mere hundreds of millions.
A few days later, I met Xenia Caldwell, the heiress, at a cafe to discuss our marriage arrangement.
Just like in the previous life, she produced a prenuptial agreement she had prepared in advance. She had a bright and captivating appearance, but her expression was full of contempt.
Xenia said, “If you want to marry me, you must marry into my family. Otherwise, forget it.
“And don’t think you can get a single cent from my family. This betrothal was only arranged because my father became senile in his old age.
“Sign the prenup, and then we can talk about getting married.”
I wasn’t surprised by her arrogance. After all, Jacob’s back had been covered in whip marks in our previous life.
Xenia pushed the agreement across the table toward me.
I knew it was an unfair agreement. In our past life, Jacob hadn’t read it carefully and had to silently suffer the short end of the stick.
I hadn’t expected Xenia to use the same trick again in this life. How unoriginal.
I flipped through the agreement and pointed at a specific clause. “This part’Only the wife can initiate divorce. If the husband initiates divorce, he must compensate 100 million dollars.’ What does that mean?”
Xenia stared at me, her mouth agape. She hadn’t expected me to pinpoint the most critical clause amidst all that dense text.
After being exposed, she yelled, “You need to understand you’re marrying into my family! What’s wrong with you compensating me if you want a divorce?
“Wouldn’t it cost money to support you after we get married? Even if you want to be a freeloader, you have to have what it takes!”
Her biting tone was a stark contrast to her beautiful looks.
I couldn’t help but be taken aback. In our past life, Jacob had actually signed this prenup despite her attitude. Just how desperate had he been to latch onto a wealthy family?
Chapter 2
I steadied myself before saying, “Since we’re getting married, such one-sided clauses are unacceptable. Besides, I know you have someone you love. You’re free to be with him, and I won’t interfere.
“After we’re married, we can live our separate lives. There’s no need for any agreement.”
My calm tone annoyed Xenia, and her voice took on a mocking, playful edge.
“You don’t actually think you’re in any position to negotiate terms, do you? For someone of your lowly status, I’m already doing you a favor by just sitting here. If you don’t want to sign, fine. Let’s just call off the wedding. It’s not like I’ll be the one breaching the agreement.”
Her tone was utterly overbearing, and her confidence stemmed from her background.
I thought about Jacob’s life after marriage and the haughty Xenia sitting before me now.
After weighing my own considerations, I looked at Xenia and smiled. “Then let’s not get married.”
Xenia, sitting across from me, was stunned. She had assumed that someone from a modest background like mine would desperately cling to her family for a chance at sudden wealth.
However, I had agreed to call it off.
“You said it yourself. No take-backs!” she said quickly. “Are you sure you’ve thought this through?”
I nodded. There was no rule stating I had to marry Xenia, and my success in my previous life hadn’t depended on my wife in the first place.
Without another word, I turned and walked away, leaving a dumbfounded Xenia behind.
There was no need for me to grovel and please her like Jacob had, only to receive endless humiliation in return.
Marrying a woman like that would be pointless, no matter how wealthy she was.
Besides, I had more important things to do. I needed to find my benefactor from my past lifethe one who had enabled me to earn my own fortune.
I walked into a filthy, narrow alley.
Even when I reached the very end, I still hadn’t found the person I was looking for. Just as I was feeling puzzled, a voice came from behind me.
“Young man, would you like your fortune told?”
Before me stood an old man with a kind face, leaning on a cane. His offer, however, made him seem like a con man.
I looked at him with delight. “Sir, tell me my fortune.”
This old man was Timothy Brown, a reclusive stock market trader. In my past life, every stock I bought following his guidance had soared.
Within just a few years, my initial investment of 10,000 dollars had grown to 500 million.
“Young man, I can tell just by looking at you that you’re destined for great wealth and status. Are you interested in finance? I have some connections,” Timothy said in a profound and mysterious tone.
I agreed immediately, for I knew his capabilities. In my previous life, I had also approached him with a “Let’s try” attitude, never expecting he would actually lead me to immense wealth.
Meanwhile, Jacob had always assumed I’d relied on that lottery ticket. The reality was that I had chosen the numbers for that ticket, but Quinn was the one who paid for it.
After she found out it had won the jackpot, she frantically guarded the ticket, saying, “I paid for this! This lottery ticket is mine!”
After winning, I had originally intended to split the prize, not expecting Quinn to become determined to keep it all for herself.
However, I wasn’t very surprised, because Quinn had always been shallow. After we got married, all the household chores fell on me alone.
She’d often say, “It’s only natural for a man to spend money on a woman. A capable man would never make a woman do housework. If outsiders hear that you do all the housework, they’ll praise you for knowing how to dote on your wife. I’m doing all of this for your sake.”
Quinn also always took my monthly salary to buy herself luxury goods.
I repeatedly stressed, “We have very limited funds, and we’re not wealthy. Why do you always insist on buying things we can’t afford?”
In response, she went and posted about me on a social media influencer’s page dedicated to relationship advice.
Chapter 3
The post was titled “My husband said that women shouldn’t buy luxury goods”. Attached were screenshots of my conversations with Quinn.
If it weren’t for those screenshots, I wouldn’t have known she had posted about me online.
I looked at the comments under the post, all of which were criticizing me.
“What a petty, controlling man.”
“If you can’t afford it, don’t get married!”
“That’s because your husband is broke! And why is he broke? Because he doesn’t work hard enough!”
When I confronted Quinn, she said, “I only did it to help you get a clear look at yourself. You have no money, yet you forbid your wife from buying luxury goods. In most families, it’s the man who earns the money. Did you think you’d be as lucky as your brother?”
So, when she snatched the lottery ticket away, I argued with her, “I bought this, and I chose the numbers. Why should it all go to you?”
“So what?” Quinn shot back. “Legally, whoever paid for it owns it. Once I get the money, I’m divorcing you!”
I was shocked by her shameless remarks.
Still, I didn’t fight her for the lottery ticket because, by then, I had already started trading stocks and had earned 500 million dollars.
I had simply seen through some people and situations for what they were. Having a wife like her would only hold back my careerI couldn’t share my hardships, yet she wanted to reap my benefits.
With my initial capital of 10,000 dollars, Timothy helped me trade stocks. Within a few days, my capital had doubled.
One day, Jacob called me and asked, “Jason, why didn’t you tell me this woman was so vain? She’s almost completely drained my savings!”
I laughed mockingly and said, “Jacob, what you see is only the surface. Our lives can’t be changed simply by swapping wives.”
I even offered him a word of advice. “Quinn isn’t as good as you imagine.”
Unexpectedly, Jacob got defensive. “Don’t think I don’t know that you’re doing this on purpose. If I listen to you, you’ll just turn around and snatch the lottery ticket yourself.
“I’ve made up my mind. What’s wrong with a man spending on his woman? Besides, Quinn is going to win hundreds of millions in the lottery someday. No pain, no gain!”
I shook my head, knowing Jacob was already drunk on his get-rich-quick dream. Even if I handed him proof, it would be useless.
Before he could rant any further, I quickly hung up the phone.
Whether that lottery ticket would even win still remained a question. After all, only I knew the winning numbers.
I laughed at Jacob’s naivety.
Besides, even if Quinn did win the lottery and they split the prize, given her character, she would squander it all in no time.
After Jacob realized I had hung up, he sent me a text. He asked me how he was supposed to refuse Quinn’s wanting to buy a bag costing over 100,000 dollars. If he kept spending like this, he’d have to take out a loan.
“Buy it for her. What’s wrong with a man spending on his woman?” I retorted, using his own words against him.
Jacob didn’t reply to me. He was probably already overwhelmed by the situation with Quinn.
If he refused to buy her what she wanted, she would accuse him of not loving her. If he suggested that luxury goods weren’t suitable for someone in her financial situation, she would publicly shame him online.
I was well acquainted with just how skilled Quinn was at causing a scene.
I thought Jacob wouldn’t contact me again, but then he gleefully asked me, “So, how was it? Did Xenia hit you? In this life, you deserve to suffer every bit of the pain I endured before.”
His words were dripping with venom, and I regretted having tried to warn him earlier.
I never imagined my own brother would personally push me toward what he believed was hell.
Chapter 4
I knew exactly what kind of response Jacob wanted to hearthat I was miserable, abused by Xenia, and stripped of my dignity as a man.
But I refused to give him that satisfaction. I simply replied, “I didn’t marry her.”
It had been a long time, yet no message came through.
After a while, his message popped up. “How is that possible? This was a betrothal arranged by both families! How could it be canceled so easily?”
When I didn’t respond, Jacob started trying to convince me again. He said that Xenia just had a bit of a temper, but her family was rich! If I didn’t even marry her in this life, then I would’ve completely lost to him.
Jacob thought reverse psychology would work on me, but I remained completely unmoved. He was the one who had desperately tried to escape her, even driven to the point of ramming his car into me.
How could someone like Xenia ever be a good choice?
I blocked Jacob, who started to panic and blurted out what he truly felt.
“How come you got to cancel the betrothal so easily? In our previous life, I had to pay 100 million dollars in compensation to get a divorce! If you could do it, why couldn’t I? Why?”
I didn’t reply. Given Jacob’s personalityalways blaming others and his circumstancesno matter how many times he got to relive his life, he would never change his miserable fate.
Besides, he signed that agreement himself. No one forced him to. If he hadn’t been seeking financial freedom, he wouldn’t have signed it in the first place.
When I had earned 100 million dollars, I set aside a portion of the money into fixed deposits and used the rest to continue investing in stocks and for liquidity.
Just as I was swamped with work, Xenia called. The moment I answered, she launched into a furious tirade.
“You were the one who called off the marriage, and now you turn around and stab me in the back! Are you even a man?”
Her tone was more furious than I’d ever heard it, but I was utterly baffled.
“Wait a minute. What are you talking about? How did I stab you in the back?”
I sounded a little angry too. After all, I hadn’t done anything, and I got yelled at the second I picked up the phone.
To my surprise, she said, “Don’t play dumb! You even called my father! You’re really something, huh? Now my father says I’m the one who’s being unreasonable, breaking the promise by casually breaking off the engagement. He even told me to apologize to you and go through with this marriage!”
Dazed, I slowly started to grasp the situation. “Hold on, I’ll explain this to you later.”
With that, I hung up.
I immediately called Jacob. Before I could even ask him about it, he admitted it himself.
“So? Didn’t I handle this nicely? Now you have to marry Xenia. Oh, wait, noyou’re marrying into her family! Hahaha!”
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