Love Isn't Written in the Stars
In my previous life, I was betrothed to my childhood sweetheart, Zachary York, yet he fell for our junior, Tracy Graham, and planned to elope with her.
I told his parents of their plan and asked for canceling our engagement. Yet, under their "persuasion", I lay with Zachary while he was unconscious from the drug's effects.
That very night, Tracy, who had waited for him at the station, was murdered by a vagrant.
I thought Zachary would rage against me. However, he merely said everyone was tied to their own destiny. He even proposed marriage to me at once.
I was ecstatic, but on the night I had longed for most, he shoved me into a room filled with men.
I begged him desperately to let me go, but his face twisted with hatred. "You should taste the suffering that Trace endured. If not for your jealousy, she would be my bride now!"
In the end, I was brutalized to death. Because of Zachary, I was marked as the vilest woman in Riveria, denied even a shred of honor after death.
Reborn, I wake to find myself on the very day of their planned elopement.
This time, I'm not exposing their plan to elope. I'll even lend them a helping hand.