In my past life, I had deferred to Mom and Dad's will, allowing my frail sister, Vivienne Everhart, to wed the physically formidable Dominic Romano.Yet, the result had been a crazed Vivienne rushing into my delivery room with a knife, screaming, "Why is it you who bore the Romano famiglia's first grandson while I was locked in a mental institution? It's not fair!"I had been left bruised and battered by her actions. She had then dragged me down from the high-rise building, yelling, "You're only worthy of being beneath me, Isabella Everhart!"It was then that Vivienne grabbed the blue bouquet, fiddling with the gold-laced petals with a derisive grin. "I don't care, Dad. I'm going to marry Julian." I could tell that Vivienne had been reborn as well from that one remark.Mom and Dad, powerless to sway Vivienne, could only regard me with resignation.I fully understood the significance of their look. Growing up, I could never beat Vivienne's grades. I was required to sacrifice what
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