His Brother Married Me for Revenge

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The first time I went to visit my billionaire heir boyfriend's family estate,

I got drunk and wandered into the wrong bedroom.

I ended up sleeping with his older brother.

Cole, my boyfriend of five years, couldn't handle the shock.

He sped off into a torrential storm, crashed his car, and died on the spot.

To punish me, his older brother married me and subjected me to endless torment and humiliation.

He forced me in every place imaginable, with no regard for my dignity.

He only let me go when I cried and admitted I was a worthless gold-digger who seduced him.

But when I opened my eyes again...

I was back to the day Cole was taking me to meet his mother.

This time, my voice was hoarse as I said:

"Let's break up, Cole. We shouldn't see each other anymore."

"Harper, what kind of nonsense is that?"

Cole let out a playful laugh and grabbed my hand.

"Im sorry about today. Its my fault we got stuck in traffic. Please don't be mad."

I stared at him in a daze, then shoved his hand away in shock.

In my past life,

It was at this exact moment that Cole suddenly revealed he was the heir to the Sinclair empire.

He insisted on dragging me to his family's estate to meet his mother.

But no one expected what happened next.

A storm delayed Mrs. Sinclair's flight that day.

Instead, his older brother and the head of the family, Christian Sinclair, hosted us along with his fiance, Scarlett Sterling.

They arranged for me to stay in the guest wing.

But the Sinclair estate was as massive and confusing as a labyrinth.

Drunk and disoriented, I lost my way and walked into the wrong bedroom.

I ended up in Christian's bed, and we slept together.

When Scarlett found out, she broke down, sobbing as she drove away in the storm.

Worried about her safety, Cole chased after her.

But the car skidded on the wet road and slammed into the guardrail.

Both of them died instantly.

Overnight, Christian lost the two people he cared about most.

He married me as a form of revenge.

After the wedding, he tormented and humiliated me at every opportunity, in every place possible.

He would pin me down, forcing me to shake and cry beneath him, making me admit over and over that I was a cheap, plotting whore before he would finally let me go.

In that suffocating prison of the Sinclair mansion,

Every single day was a living hell.

A massive wave of fear and shame washed over me.

I trembled as I spoke.

"Cole, I mean it. Let's break up!"

Cole stared at me, utterly bewildered.

"Harper, what are you talking about?"

"I didn't mean to hide my family background from you. I apologize, okay?"

As he spoke, he grabbed my hand and slapped his own handsome face with it twice.

He lowered his head, acting like a scolded puppy.

"I was wrong. Come on, who else is going to treat you like a queen if you leave me?"

I clenched my trembling fists.

Cole was a bit of a golden-retriever boyfriend, and he really had been sweet to me.

In my past life, I had been thrilled, thinking I had hit the jackpot and was about to marry into royalty.

But I learned the hard way that when the ultra-rich want to destroy a girl with no background,

They can make you wish you were dead.

Christians cold, dangerous smirk flashed in my mind again.

I remembered my dad being beaten until he bled, and the endless humiliating scenes of my torment.

I took a shaky step back.

The Sinclair family.

I couldn't afford to touch them.

I stared into Cole's eyes, forcing out each word through gritted teeth.

"Cole, you are so annoying! You're not good enough for me. Stop bothering me!"

Leaving Cole in utter shock,

I turned around and ran without looking back.

The moment I got home, I blocked every single one of Cole's accounts on Snapchat and Instagram.

I fell into a restless sleep, having no idea how long I slept.

Suddenly, my dad burst into my room, looking frantic.

"Harper, why are you still sleeping? Cole got into a car accident!"

My eyes snapped open in shock.

On the way to the hospital, my mind was a chaotic mess.

Did Cole still end up in an accident, even though I avoided going to his estate in this life?

Was my tragic fate unavoidable after all?

I stood outside the hospital room, trembling.

I didn't dare open the door.

I was terrified of seeing two bloody corpses inside.

Suddenly, the door swung open from the inside.

Losing my balance, I bumped straight into someones chest.

"Who are you...?"

A cold voice drifted from above.

I looked up in terror.

The elegant, sophisticated man in front of me froze for a second.

But quickly, his eyes turned freezing cold.

That look was all too familiar...

My whole body started to shake.

Christian had been reborn too!

Honestly, my relationship with Christian hadn't been bad at the very beginning.

Back then, Cole was rebellious.

He smoked, drank, got into fights, and drag-raced. Christian got so angry that he kicked him out of the house.

Cole almost got beaten to death on the street once.

I happened to be delivering pastries for my dad's bakery in our old van, and I managed to scare those thugs away.

After that, Cole cleaned up his act and stuck to me like glue.

A few days later,

A very elegant, sophisticated man showed up at our shop.

Cole happily introduced him as Christian, his older brother.

Thanks to Christian's help, our little artisan bakery suddenly went viral.

All the big companies nearby started placing massive orders.

My dad became so busy he could barely catch his breath.

On weekends when I was home from college, my dad had no time to cook, so Cole would drag me to Christians penthouse for dinner.

Back then, Christian was as warm and helpful as a friendly neighbor.

When some local thugs tried to trash our shop out of jealousy,

Christian resolved it with a single phone call.

So, back then, I always called him Christian and brought him little gifts to show my appreciation.

But who could have guessed?

Our relationship would eventually turn into a nightmare.

In my past life, after Scarlett and Cole died,

Christian didn't miss a single chance to humiliate me.

In his office, at gala halls, in fitting rooms, by the swimming pool...

I had to endure his cruel touch over and over while shaking uncontrollably.

Only when I was about to faint from crying, choking out the confession that I had seduced him and that I was a shameless woman,

Would he finally let me go.

Those painful memories echoed in my head, making my vision go blurry.

I could barely stand.

"Harper."

Cole's leg was wrapped in thick bandages.

He looked at me with pure joy when he saw me.

I forced myself to stay upright and squeezed out a few words.

"Cole, were broken up! Stop calling my dad."

With that, I turned to leave.

"Harper! No! Don't go!"

Cole was so desperate that he fell right off the hospital bed.

My heart softened for a fraction of a second, and I paused.

But a large hand quickly grabbed Cole and threw him back onto the bed.

Christian sneered coldly. "Shes just a cheap girl. Why are you begging her?"

Cole froze in shock. "Christian! What are you saying? Apologize to Harper right now!"

Scarlett, who had just walked in, also froze.

"Christian, didn't you always say Cole found a wonderful girlfriend? Why are you being so harsh all of a sudden?"

Christian shot a cold glare at me.

"I was blinded by a scheming gold-digger before. Cole, stay away from trash like her from now on."

"Harper is not trash!"

Cole began to cough violently.

I clenched my fists.

Christian had definitely been reborn.

In my last life, he kept me as his personal prisoner, abusing me at his whim.

He didn't even let me see the baby I had just given birth to.

No matter how hard I begged,

All I got was endless humiliation.

Later, a kind maid in the Sinclair house couldn't take it anymore and secretly helped me escape.

But Christian caught me effortlessly.

To teach me a lesson,

He brutally assaulted me right in front of my dad, which triggered my dad's heart condition and killed him.

On the night my dad died, I finally snapped and stabbed Christian.

I couldn't remember how many times I plunged the knife into him.

I only remembered that when I came to my senses, Christians gold-rimmed glasses were splattered with blood.

He couldn't even speak.

He just slumped on the sofa, staring at me quietly.

I screamed and ran out, only to trip and fall from the balcony.

Then, I woke up reborn.

In this life,

No matter what.

I would rather die than have anything to do with the Sinclair family!

I just wanted a peaceful, quiet life with my dad!

I stared coldly at Christian.

"Christian, are you deaf? I already broke up with your brother. What you should do is keep a leash on him so he stops bothering me!"

A flash of shock crossed Christian's eyes.

I turned on my heel and walked out of the room.

"Christian! Why did you talk to Harper like that?! Now shes left me! Are you happy now?!"

Coles angry roars, the sound of heavy objects crashing, and Scarlett's screams echoed down the hallway.

It sounded like Cole and Christian were fighting.

But none of that had anything to do with me anymore.

Over the next few weeks, I threw myself into my studies.

My grades skyrocketed.

My professor unexpectedly asked me if I wanted to apply for an exchange program abroad.

I thought about it.

In my last life, I was locked away by the Sinclair family.

I never got to enjoy freedom.

In this life, I wanted to live for myself.

I wanted to see the world.

So, I signed the application form without hesitation.

Cole didn't show up for a long time.

I thought my life was finally back on track.

But then, Scarlett showed up at my college.

I didn't have much interaction with this rich heiress in my past life.

I only knew she and Christian were childhood sweethearts.

But why was she looking for me?

"Harper, Christian has always been a polite gentleman. Hes never been this rude before. Maybe there was some misunderstanding?"

"I want to apologize on his behalf. Please don't take his words to heart. My engagement party is next week. Please come."

Scarlett handed me a beautiful invitation.

A polite gentleman?

I scoffed inwardly.

Christian was just a master of disguise.

Deep down, he was a monster.

Sometimes, I felt a surge of hatred.

I wondered if I had successfully stabbed him to death in my past life.

I should have stayed to watch him draw his last breath.

Since he was reborn, he must hate me to the core too.

He was probably planning some twisted way to get back at me.

I shook my head and declined.

"Im sorry, Scarlett. I..."

Scarlett suddenly pulled out her phone and showed me a video of a hospital room.

"Harper, please don't say no just yet."

"Im actually here for Cole. Hes been fighting with Christian and trying to kill himself for days. I can't bear to watch it anymore."

In the video,

Cole looked terrible, covered in bruises and unshaven. Like a maniac, he grabbed a scalpel and tried to slit his own throat.

Blood splattered everywhere.

Several doctors rushed in to pin him down and tie him to the bed.

Coles eyes were bloodshot as he screamed.

The sight of that blood made my chest tighten.

I clenched my trembling hands.

I had been treated like that in my past life too.

Wanting to die, but not being allowed to.

But Cole was innocent in all of this.

I lowered my eyes and swallowed my rejection.

"Scarlett, tell him that if he tries to hurt himself again, I won't even show up at the party."

Scarletts face instantly cleared up, and she smiled as she took my hand.

"Great. Ill tell Cole right away."

It was just a party anyway.

It wouldn't kill me.

Consider it a final goodbye.

I wore the dress Scarlett had sent me and walked toward the grand ballroom of the party.

Suddenly, a hand grabbed my arm and pulled me into a dark corner.

My entire body went stiff.

"Harper."

Cole had lost a lot of weight, and his eyes were red.

"You finally came to see me."