Reborn to Marry His Bitter Rival

After spending three years playing wingman to my childhood best friend, a bizarre twist of fate made me his bride.

Back then, the Rhodes family empire was teetering on the edge of insolvency. A corporate marriage was a treacherous, desperate gamble, and no one in our social circle was willing to throw good money after bad. Only I stepped up, offering my hand solely out of loyalty to twenty years of shared playground scrapes and scraped knees.

Our deal was simple: once the financial bleeding stopped, we would quietly file for divorce.