Chapter 1

On my wedding day, my groom's sister, Nadia Lawson, who had grown up being spoiled by him and their parents, stormed onto the stage. Flanking her on each side were two blond men who claimed to be her bodyguards.

Right there and then, she wanted to tear off my wedding dress while shrieking, "You shameless wretch! I have my eye on this dress. Take it off and hand it over to me now!"

By the time I got over my shock and wanted to get away, the two blond men had already pinned me to the ground and pulled the zipper on the back of the dress halfway down.

I screamed in terror and looked to my to-be husband, Bowen Lawson, for help.

However, the sight that greeted me was him patting Nadia's head dotingly and saying, "Please stop messing around, my dear princess. Let Lauren and me complete the ceremony first. She'll take off the dress and give it to you later, okay?"

My wedding ended abruptly due to my passing out from anger. When I woke up, I was already on the plane headed for the honeymoon.

Nadia insisted on coming along and ordered me, who had a fear of heights, to skydive with her. But right before the jump, she deliberately unfastened my harness. And so, I fell into a valley to my death.

After Bowen returned from our honeymoon, he inherited my massive insurance payout and publicly listed company. He used my inheritance to turn Nadia into a real heiress. She spent my money freely and hired numerous male escorts to keep her company.

When I opened my eyes again, I found that I had gone back in time to the day of my wedding.

I had been reborn on the day I married Bowen.

The emcee said, "The groom may now kiss the bride."

Just then, the heavy entrance doors to the hall were suddenly pushed open.

A sharp, coquettish shout rang out, "The princess is here. Why aren't you greeting me as you should?"

Immediately after, someone wearing a pink ball gown with an exaggerated design of multiple tulle layers sewn together to resemble flower petals glided in from the other end of the red carpet.

It was Nadia.

Under the gaze of all the guests, she walked onto the stage like a proud swan. After scanning the crowd, her eyes landed on me.

She pointed at my wedding dress and said, "The dress you're wearing is not bad. Are you going to take it off yourself, or do you want me to rip it off for you?"

Of course, my expression soured at this impudent request, and I turned to look at Bowen.

Bowen, who was standing right beside me, indulgently played along with Nadia's pompous act.

He said to me, "You know that's just how Nad is. You're her sister-in-law now. Give in to her and let her have her way."

In my past life, I had passed out from anger due to Bowen siding with Nadia. In the end, the two of them conspired together and caused my death.

In this life, I could not go through with this wedding. On top of that, I didn't intend to let Bowen or Nadia off either.

When I didn't speak, Nadia waved her hand. Right away, a group of bodyguards surrounded me.

Standing in their midst, she pointed at me bossily and said, "Take it off right now!"

In my past life, I had been generally satisfied with Bowen when I dated him. He occasionally mentioned that Nadia was a bit spoiled and asked me to tolerate her.

I figured it couldn't be that bad, so I smiled and agreed readily.

I didn't think much of it until Bowen drove me home one time. I had found a pair of pink lace panties wedged in the seat of his car.

Infuriated, I threw the panties in his face and questioned coldly, "Where did these come from?"

He glanced at them and laughed. "Oh, that? I bought them for Nad. I'm her personal bodyguard and butler."

I scoffed in exasperation. "Do you think I'm an idiot?"

"I'm not lying. Nad had her period and accidentally stained her underwear. No one else was home, so I bought these at the mall and was about to take them to her," Bowen explained.

He was afraid I wouldn't believe him, so he even handed me his phone.

I scrolled through their chat history and finally believed him. Still, their suggestive, flirty messages didn't seem like those normal siblings shared.

So, I gently reminded him, "Nadia isn't a young girl anymore. She's a grown woman. You guys should be more mindful of boundaries."