Dear Sister, Your Prince Charming Awaits

Upon opening my eyes, I spotted my older sister, Marissa Lipton, fiddling with my phone. Unlike in my previous life, where she immediately began shouting at me, her brows were furrowed as she took out her own phone. It looked like she was jotting something down.

Immediately, I understood that she had been reborn along with me, back to the moment she discovered that I had been dating someone online.

In our last life, she hadn't wasted any time before tattling to our parents about it. She claimed that I had gone down the wrong path and was cheating on my fiance behind his back.

Because of that, our parents gave me a harsh beating, but that wasn't enough for Marissa. She even went as far as to invite my online dating partner to our house. Clearly, she intended to see our parents rip me and my love interest apart. She wanted to see me cry in despair as I was forced to break up with him.

Dad and Mom were only too happy to go with this plan, aggressively ranting about how they wanted to see what sort of scoundrel would dare seduce their daughter.

However, when my online boyfriend arrived in a sports car, dressed in custom couture and practically oozing with a refined and aristocratic air, they were utterly dumbfounded.

It was only then that they realized he was the heir to one of the most prestigious families in Belhorn—Xander Lorne.

Their attitudes instantly took a 180-degree turn, while Marissa's eyes bulged with rage.

Due to this one meeting, both Marissa's and my fates changed.

Originally, I was supposed to marry someone our parents had arranged for me. He was a violent man who had offered our parents one million dollars to marry one of their daughters. With how things had turned out, Marissa had no choice but to take my place, while I got together with Xander and married into a prestigious family.

From then on, Marissa suffered at the hands of that violent man, who abused her daily. She ended up spending more time hospitalized than not.

Eventually, she couldn't take it anymore, especially since she couldn't bear seeing me living the good life. Finding an opportunity, she crashed a car into me and succeeded in killing me.

However, it seemed like she didn't plan on telling our parents about my online dating this time around.

"Rissa, what are you doing with my phone?" I asked quietly.

Marissa jumped in shock, only then realizing that I had woken up.

"Yelena Lipton, you sure are something! You already have a fiance, yet you still have the guts to date someone online? If I tell Dad and Mom about it, they'll definitely break your legs!"

Instead of saying anything, I simply stared at her.

She scoffed. "Forget it. At the end of the day, you're still my baby sister. I've already blocked and deleted that guy's number. I'm warning you—I won't hold back again if I find out that you're still with him after this."

When I nodded obediently, her lips curved into a triumphant smirk before she left with a skip in her step.

I had a feeling that she planned on using her own number to contact Xander, with the excuse that she had changed numbers.

…

Over the course of the next few days, Marissa could constantly be found typing away at her phone with a silly grin on her face.

One morning, she shot me a meaningful glance before saying to our parents, "Dad, Mom, I'm introducing you all to my boyfriend today. I'll be marrying into a prestigious family soon!"

Dad's and Mom's eyes popped wide open before they hurriedly asked her if it was true.

Jutting her chin out proudly, she answered in a smug tone, "Of course! And guess what his identity is?"

She was deliberately playing coy, and once everyone was gazing at her expectantly, she continued, "He's the heir to one of the most prestigious families in Belhorn! I'm going on a date with him today, so this will be a good opportunity to show you all just how outstanding he is."

I distinctly heard Dad and Mom inhale sharply.

Marissa strutted toward me before lowering her voice to say, "Lena, I'm in a good mood today, so I've even prepared you a gift."

I gave her a lingering look, noting the sly glint in her eyes. She was obviously up to no good.