I Died Once, Now I Cost Them 100 Million

In the macabre tales of the living dead, I was a fake heiress. To bring me back to life, my parents mortgaged their health, my brother sacrificed his lifespan, and even my fiancé pawned off his entire fortune. This time, I learned my lesson. I wouldn't be like before. When my parents favored the true heiress, I chose understanding. When my brother, swayed by her slander, wrongly accused me, I simply bowed my head and admitted fault. I even walked in on her and my fiancé in a drunken embrace, and I calmly handed over my wedding dress and engagement. After all, in my past life, they hated nothing more than my constant arguing and fighting over these things.

But when I truly stopped fighting, they grew restless, anxious. “Rina, don’t be like this to us. You can have anything you want.” “Just please, come back to how you used to be…” They pleaded over and over. I didn’t ask for much, considering their current predicament. I only requested a hundred million dollars.