So, Whose Ring Is It?
The richest man in the country, Sebastian Vance, has a ring custom-made to my exact measurements, worth billions of dollars, for the woman who will be his bride.
In the first life, my stepsister, the fake heiress Mia Lowe, slips on the ring and marries him. Sebastian claws her face, shouting, "She's not the one!"
In the second life, my other stepsister, Lorraine Lowe, loses 30 pounds before marrying him. He shoves her down the stairs anyway and says, "She's not the one either."
In the third life, my stepmother, Vivian Cole, grits her teeth and slices off a piece of her own flesh just to force the ring onto her finger. Sebastian sneers and pushes her under the bathwater, holding her down until her body goes limp.
By the fourth life, out of options and terrified, they finally send me. I slide the ring on, and it fits perfectly.
My entire family lets out a sigh of relief.
But the second Sebastian lays his eyes on me, he draws a knife and stabs me to death. "Why is it still not her? Where is she?"
In the last life, he has his assistant, Owen Hayes, deliver a ring to us. All four of us insist that it won't fit.
Owen shoots us a strange look. "Mr. Vance said the rightful owner of this ring is among you."