Chapter 1 Another Choice

Our mother was still trying to talk my sister, Joan Wood, out of her choice. "Gilbert's rich too. I know he doesn't take any money from his family, but he's their heir, so sooner or later…"

Joan cut her off impatiently, "Enough. I spent four years on him, but he wouldn't even give me a moment of his time. What makes you think marrying him would be a happy ending for me? Just relax, Mom. I mean, I'm hot. Jonathan's going to be head over heels for me."

I watched Joan's overflowing self-confidence with amusement. In our previous lives, I was engaged to Jonathan Pearson. Our first meeting happened in a nightclub. He gave me a call and told me to bring him a box of rubbers.

When I walked into his parlor, he was accompanied by five alluring women with bodies that could redefine impossible body standards.

With a grin on his face, Jonathan tossed 100 dollars at my face. "First lesson of being my wife. You have to be smart."

Jonathan had seen more than his fair share of beauty. Beauty was worthless for him.

Yet Joan insisted on her choice, and my mother spoiled her rotten all the time, so she went along.

…

The next day, I called Gilbert. "Let's meet."

"I don't see the necessity in that," he answered, his reply devoid of warmth.

There was something I had to clear up with this guy before our marriage. I said, "I have news about Gillian Terrason. If that interests you, meet me at the nightclub."

Gillian was Gilbert's adopted sister. He picked her himself when he was a kid, but the girl went missing four years ago.

With my knowledge I gained from my previous life, I knew Gillian was the one thing that weighed heavily on his heart. I knew he would show up.

…

An hour later, the parlor's door swung open. Gilbert came in, all dressed in black. He took the seat across from me, and the look on his face screamed hostility. "Talk."

I ignored his demands and took out an agreement. "I can leave you to do anything you want and stay out of your business. I'll keep up appearances as a couple, but in exchange, your startup will partner up with mine for this deal."

My mother spent all her money on Joan when I was in college. I worked hard to get the money for tuition and everything else. Right before graduation, I opened up a workshop with my friend.

Our companies were both startups, but his was a lot bigger than mine. If I could get the deal, my company could grow.

He sneered. "What makes you think you can negotiate with me? And do you really think you can tell me what to do?"