Chapter 1

"Vy, who do you want to choose?" Mom asked me gently. "You don't need to worry about anything. No matter who it is, as long as you like him, your father and I will support you."

I nodded. I had just taken a step toward Drake Weston when lines of pop-up messages began scrolling before my eyes.

[Don't choose Drake Weston under any circumstances! He's obsessed with Sienna!]

[Drake is only getting close to you to steal your shares. He's already slept with Sienna!]

In my previous life, I was frightened by these messages that seemed to come from an omniscient perspective. I thought they were warnings from fate itself. Hence, I publicly humiliated Drake and chose Callum Lockwood, who stood in the corner.

Less than a year after the wedding, Callum started slipping slow-acting poison into my food and drinks, leaving me paralyzed and bedridden.

Meanwhile, the fake heiress, Sienna Harlow, took all the family's assets with a forged will. She even slept with Callum right in front of me.

At the present moment, I took a deep breath and suppressed the rage surging in my chest. I walked straight toward Drake and extended my hand gracefully. "Mr. Weston, would you be willing to become my fiancé?"

The room instantly went silent. The pop-up messages that were scrolling frantically a moment ago suddenly lagged. The sound of shattering glass came from behind me. I did not need to turn around to know Sienna had lost her composure.

Drake looked slightly stunned. Those naturally carefree eyes of his brightened instantly. He looked me up and down, as if trying to confirm whether I had lost my mind.

"Violet, are you sure?" His lips parted slightly, his voice carrying a lazy, magnetic quality.

I gave a small smile and said with a firm voice, "My instinct tells me you're the one."

In the corner, Callum's face turned deathly pale. He looked like he might collapse at any moment.

Drake smiled with brilliant arrogance and placed his hand in my palm.