Janet Lind

Business. I hate that stupid word with a passion. I hate everything about it. Every time I see that awful word I turn the other way. How it made my family not to be a real family. How it made my brother busy with training. How it made my father always leave for trips. How it made me a human pincushion for my mother's fashion. How it brought me a marriage I didn't ask for. Business.- - - - - - - - - - -Bianca Harrison has had a wild twenty four years. Her brother, Blake, was always there for her. He would scare away boys who would come to take her on dates. He'd make sure she did her school homework. He did everything she expected from her father. Her nanny, Janet, from when she was a kid was always there for her. She was her shoulder to cry on. She'd make sure her room was clean and she had a good meal. She did everything Bianca expected from her mother.Bianca's boyfriend of four years just broke up with her. Bianca was heart broken. She went to her parents, who were home for once, and regretted it instantly. Her father said he had something in mind, but Bianca had no clue it would be this extreme. Having to marry her father's business partner Leon Bailey. The bachelor of New York. The man every girl swoons over. A thirty year old Greek God. Boy was she not excited.

Even though I knew cows were sacred to the Indorians, I still supported their biological daughter in her plan to serve beef at the dinner table of Indoria's wealthiest man. In my previous life, the wealthiest man in Indoria had held a nationwide contest to choose a wife. My sister had fought her way to the final round and planned to make a beef and veggie stew for the ultimate cooking challenge. I rushed to stop her, warning that in Indoria's religion, cows were considered holy, and eating beef could have serious legal consequences. However, my sister thought I was deliberately humiliating her for being "uncultured." In a fit of anger, she ran out, only to be struck and killed by a car. My adoptive parents tried to console me, telling me it was not my fault, that it was simply bad luck. Later, thanks to my exceptional cooking skills, I became the wife of Indoria's wealthiest man. Yet on the very day of my wedding, my adoptive parents sold me to the slums. That night, as eight men assaulted me one after another, I cried and demanded to know why. They kicked me viciously and spat: "If you hadn't made things difficult for Janet, she wouldn't have died. You owe her this!" By the end of that night, I had bled to death. Meanwhile, my adoptive parents used the money given by Indoria's wealthiest man to build a lavish tomb for their biological daughter. When I opened my eyes again, I had returned to the day my sister was about to serve her beef and veggie stew to Indoria's wealthiest man.