Reborn to Be Rich

When I opened my eyes again, I was back at the edge of the Underworld. My boyfriend, Jim, was fiercely guarding the passage to the Golden Ship—the only chance to be reborn as a wealthy scion. He said he had to wait for the unconscious Tanya Hayes, even as the ship was about to depart and the surrounding spirits roared with anger. In my last life, I used my own life to force him onto that ship. Later, we became celebrated socialites, while Tanya, when found, was barely clinging to life in the hands of human traffickers. He lightly dismissed it, saying she was ill-fated and lacked blessings, then turned and proposed to me. But on our wedding night, he slashed my throat with scissors, screaming that I had ruined Tanya’s life. This time, watching his anxious, waiting back, I decided not to interfere. Let them be "star-crossed lovers" together; I wanted to see if their love could still be so cheap and grand once they landed in the slums.

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