I have spent ten years fighting against the fake heiress, Cynthia Powell, to secure the Powell family's inheritance. Eventually, we both set our sights on the eldest son of the wealthy Wright family, Robin Wright.

In my first life, I secure the marriage, but on the very night the shares are transferred to my name, I die a gruesome death. Blood seeps from my eyes and mouth as I collapse.

As I lie there dying, Robin calmly wipes the poisonous powder from his fingertips and smiles at me.

"My apologies, Kathy Powell. You have to die for the sake of the woman I truly love."

I repeatedly curse Cynthia in my heart.

In my second life, I am determined to avoid being murdered by Cynthia and her lover. So, I pass the marriage opportunity over to Cynthia.

On their wedding day, I'm relaxing at home with a face mask when the police burst through my door and handcuff me.

"Cynthia's car was firebombed on the way to the wedding ceremony, and she was burned to a crisp. We found your fingerprints on the fuel tank. You're under arrest for arson and murder. Please come with us," the police orders.

The news shocks me. I'm sentenced to death, all thanks to Robin's manipulation.

When I wake up, I'm in my third life. After seeing the Wright family's marriage proposal on the table, Cynthia and I take a step back. A chill runs down both our spines.

Robin is a curse. How is it that whoever marries him ends up dead?

My father, Adrian Powell, stared at the marriage proposal on the table, grinning from ear to ear.

The Wrights were the wealthiest family in the city. Whoever married into their family wouldn't just secure the Powell family's social standing—they would receive 30 percent of our company's shares as a wedding gift.

In my past two lives, Cynthia Powell and I had fought to the death for a prize like that.

But now? That invitation looked like a death warrant.

"Robin says he doesn't care about family background—only fate. So, who wants to marry him? Let's be clear. Whoever marries him becomes the heiress of the Powell family."

In the past, Cynthia would have jumped at the chance. Now, she just stared at the floor, refusing to look up.

I stood rooted in place too. My mind was full of the terrible pain from the poison in my first life and the gunshot in my second.

Dad was displeased at our lack of response. He slammed his teacup onto the table and asked, "What's wrong?

"Both of you usually fight over a designer bag, but now that I'm offering you a chance to get rich, you've both gone quiet? Cynthia, you're the youngest. You go first."

Cynthia flinched when she heard her name. "I'll never marry him! I wasn't supposed to be part of the family.

"I don't deserve it. I don't want a single share of those stocks. I'll pack my bags and head back to the countryside to be a farmer right now!"

Dad and I were stunned.

Cynthia was a greedy and power-hungry woman. In my previous two lives, she would have counted every single hair on my head if it meant getting an edge in the inheritance battle.

Yet, she wanted to return to the countryside to be a farmer when a massive fortune and a high-society marriage were at stake?

Unless she, too, had been reborn. The realization hit me instantly.

Dad snapped out of his daze. He pointed at Cynthia and bellowed, "You ungrateful brat! What nonsense are you saying?"

Seeing that he was about to lose it, I suddenly clutched my stomach and collapsed against Cynthia.

"Oh no, Dad. My stomach hurts—I just had my period. Cynthia, help me get to my room and find the painkillers. Hurry!"

Dad was surprised to see us sharing a close relationship. I ignored him and squeezed Cynthia's arm forcefully. Taking the hint, she hauled me up the stairs and away from the living room.

"Dad, Kathy is about to faint. We'll talk about the marriage proposal later!"

We scrambled into the room and locked the door. Cynthia and I collapsed against the door and sat on the floor. Cold sweat soaked through our clothes as we gasped for air.

After a long while, Cynthia finally turned her head and stared at me. I stared back.

She was the first to break the silence.

"Did it hurt when the poison kicked in?" she probed.

My heart skipped a beat as I turned to face her. "After Robin poisoned me, he told everyone I died of a sudden illness. How did you know it was poison? Did you talk him into killing me?"

"Hell, no. I might be greedy, but I'm not that despicable." Cynthia glared at me and continued, "Right after you died, the police raided my house. They found the poison hidden in my bedroom and dragged me away. I swear I didn't do it!"

I remained silent. Before I died, I heard Robin say he was doing all of this for the woman he loved.

Back then, Cynthia was the only one with a reason to want me gone, so I assumed they were in cahoots. Looking back, the whole situation felt fishy.

"On your wedding day, your car went up in flames. The police told me my fingerprints were all over the fuel tank. I was sentenced to death for it.

"You were so wary of me back then. I didn't even know what your wedding car looked like. How would I even tamper with the tank?"

Cynthia narrowed her eyes. She picked up a cigarette, her hands trembling so badly that it took her a few tries to get it lit.

"I remember now. As I was dying in the car, I saw Robin standing just a few yards away, smiling at me. Kathy, why was he so hell-bent on making sure neither of us makes it out alive?"

I stared at Cynthia's pale reflection in the mirror and spoke slowly. "Robin doesn't care which one of us he marries.

"He just wants to use marriage as a cover for an accidental death. That way, he'll receive the Powell family's shares, no matter who inherits them. So, we're basically sacrificial lambs."

Cynthia took a deep breath and exhaled a puff of smoke. "It doesn't matter which of us is the better choice. In the end, Robin is just going to slaughter us both."

"Exactly." I walked to the window and looked down at the well-maintained garden below.

"Cynthia, we've fought for two lifetimes. You're not an idiot. What do you plan to do?" I asked coldly.

"My dear sister." This was the first time she had called me her sister and actually meant it.

"I don't want the shares anymore, and I'm done fighting for the inheritance. However, I can't let this go. That bastard wants to kill us. We need to make him bleed for all the hurt he has caused us."

I held out my hand. "Deal."

In our previous lives, we were always the ones groveling for Robin Wright's attention. This time, however, Robin showed up in person.

He arrived with a team of bodyguards and expensive gifts such as wild truffles and caviar. His gifts had filled the Powell living room to the brim.

With his gold-rimmed glasses perched on his high nose, Robin looked sophisticated, elegant, and completely harmless. However, he was secretly a monster.

Robin tapped his long, slender fingers gently against the table and said warmly, "It seems like both Kathy and Cynthia are feeling shy.

"But the Wright family takes tradition seriously. When we find a destined match, we do not intend to let it slip away."

Dad looked at the gifts, then turned to glare at us. "Look how generous Robin is. And look at the two of you! You're making excuses for such a perfect marriage. Are you two trying to be difficult?"

"Please don't say that, Mr. Powell." Robin glanced at Cynthia and me and smiled.

"The ladies are younger than I am. It's only natural for them to have reservations. However, the Wright family has businesses across the globe.

"I have no interest in the Powell family's shares or assets. I value your daughters' impeccable character. The fortune-tellers have confirmed that our horoscopes are a perfect match. Our union will help ensure the Wright family continues to prosper."

Dad nodded, absolutely delighted. "Mr. Wright, you're right. My daughters are just naive and inexperienced."

Cynthia and I exchanged a quick look, both of us more confused than ever. If Robin wasn't after our fortune, then what was he after?

If he didn't care about our wealth, why did he add poison to my custard pudding in the first life? Why did he stage a car accident to burn Cynthia alive?

Murder was an expensive and risky task. There had to be a motive for the heir of the richest family in the city to go through such elaborate lengths to kill two women who posed no threat to him.

I couldn't think of any other reasons except for the massive financial gain. Was it possible we were standing in someone's way?

As I was lost in thought, a maid brought out a bowl of freshly made seafood risotto. It was steaming hot, the rich aroma filling the room.

But the moment the plate was placed in front of Robin, the polite smile on his face vanished, and he turned deathly pale.

He suddenly covered his mouth and nose, unable to suppress a gag.

Dad was startled. "What's wrong, Mr. Wright?"

Robin quickly pushed the risotto away. He took a handkerchief from his assistant, wiped his mouth, and furrowed his brows.

"I'm sorry. My stomach's been hurting lately. I can't stand the smell of seafood."

Dad slammed his hand onto the table and lectured the maid. "Robin's not feeling well! Who let you serve something so pungent?"

Then, he offered Robin an apologetic smile. "I'm so sorry, Robin. Look, it's getting late, and you aren't feeling well.

"Why don't you stay for a simple dinner? Consider it my way of making it up to you."

Robin's gaze flickered toward the maids for a second before he nodded. "Sorry to trouble you."

Cynthia sat next to me, picking at her nails and muttering under her breath, "A stomach bug? Does he have some sort of disease? I've seen plenty of rich second-generation brats at the clubs act like that when their bodies are completely burnt out. They're so weak."

My heart skipped a beat. Cynthia was right.

The rich men in the elite society led notoriously messy lives, had no morals, and had countless partners of both sexes.

It was possible that Robin had contracted some kind of sexually transmitted disease and was using the marriage as an excuse to cover up.

The family dinner at night felt strange.

Dad sat at the head of the table, with Robin in the seat of honor. Cynthia and I sat across from them, looking like we were ready to create chaos.

To my surprise, Kyle Parker was sitting at the far end of the table. Usually, he wasn't even allowed to eat with us.

Dad always claimed that Kyle was the son of our driver, Mike Parker. After Mike passed away, we took care of Kyle because he was an orphan. However, his eyes were a carbon copy of my father's in his youth.

In my first two lives, Cynthia and I were so busy trying to outmatch each other that we never gave this timid man a second thought.

However, it seemed that Kyle was my father's illegitimate son. Dad was just waiting for the right moment to officially recognize him as part of the Powell family.

"Kyle, don't just sit there. Pour some wine for Robin," Dad instructed.

Kyle scrambled to his feet, carrying the decanter over to Robin. "Mr. Wright, allow me to serve you."

Robin raised a hand to block the glass and said in an uncharacteristic gentle tone, "I don't drink wine. Water will do."

Kyle quickly switched to a pitcher of warm water. As he handed over the glass, his pinky finger brushed lightly against the center of Robin's palm.

The movement was incredibly fast and discreet. If I hadn't been watching Robin and Kyle like a hawk, I never would have caught it.

Instead of being offended, Robin lowered his gaze and smirked.

Hold on. A grown man looking at another like that? I felt goosebumps crawl up my arms.

Cynthia noticed it too. She gave me a hard kick under the table and signaled with her eyes. "Something is going on between them."

I shot her a meaningful look, signaling her to stay calm and keep an eye on the situation.

After a round of conversations, Robin finally cut to the chase.

"Mr. Powell, since both ladies are here, why don't we settle this tonight? My time is valuable, and I'd rather not waste any more time on these formalities."

Dad immediately placed his fork on the table and glared at Cynthia and me. "Did you hear that? We're choosing one of you tonight."

Just as Cynthia was about to speak and act out like a lunatic, I interrupted, "Dad, you and Robin are absolutely right. However, marrying into the Wright family is a massive commitment.

"To ensure the best possible genes for the next generation and to be responsible to the Wrights, shouldn't the three of us go for a pre-marital health screening first?"

If Robin just had a stomach bug, a health check-up would be harmless. But if he really had been promiscuous as Cynthia suspected…