Reborn, I’m Breaking Up With Him, My Sister Can Have Him
Chapter 1
My stepsister slept with the charity case our
family sponsored on her wedding day.
“Well, sis, looks like I’m gonna be the one living
that billionaire wife life. You? You can go be that freak’s plaything.”
That’s when I knew. She remembered too.
Last time, she snatched the rich husband, and I ended up marrying the broke guy.
Turns out, the billionaire was a total BDSM
psycho. He tortured her for two years before
going bankrupt. She was running from debt
collectors when she ran into me Mrs. Head-
Honcho–of–the–Forbes–List.
She couldn’t handle it, so she grabbed me and lit up the gas tank.
When I opened my eyes again, she’d already
banged the poor guy and was trying to shove
me into the psycho’s arms.
What she didn’t know was that the poor guy
would never be rich.
And me? On my wedding night, I was practically
giddy watching my husband fumble with the
ropes. “Nah, you’re doing it all wrong. Here, let
me show you.”
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After my trashy stepsister blew me to kingdom
come with a gas tank, I woke up on their
wedding day.
Being blown into a million pieces sucked, and I
was ready to go settle the score with her when
the groom, Stuart Huntington, kicked down her
bedroom door.
The guests who followed him in gasped.
I squeezed through the crowd and saw Brittany
and my deadbeat, wife–beating ex, Chad Miller,
naked as the day they were born, going at it on
the bed.
My dad’s face turned the color of a ripe
tomato.
My stepmom shrieked and cried, not sure who
to cover, so she just covered herself.
I looked at Brittany, confused.
When my stepmom first moved in, she cried
three times a day, acting like she was gonna
send my dad to an early grave. Only then did
she manage to convince my dad to swallow his
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pride and ask the Huntingtons to switch the
arranged marriage to Brittany.
Yesterday, she was flaunting the designer gown
Stuart’s family sent over. Now, that dress was
just a prop in her and Chad’s little sex game.
And just yesterday, Chad confessed his undying
love for me.
With no other options, my dad shoved a veil on
me and bundled me into the Huntington’s limo.
Brittany, dressed as a bridesmaid, sauntered
over. “Well, sis, looks like I’m gonna be the one
living that billionaire wife life. You? You can go be that freak’s plaything.”
That’s when I knew. She remembered too.
Hearing the word “freak,” I glanced at Stuart,
who was bowing and apologizing to my dad. Completely ignoring me. I couldn’t help the
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excited tremor in my voice. “What do you
mean, Stuart’s a freak?”
Brittany, eyes full of hate, didn’t notice anything off about my question. “Don’t let his good looks fool you. He’s got a whole dungeon in his basement. He only agreed to this marriage to give his sick grandma some good luck and to get himself a legal toy.
But the old bat kicked the bucket the day after I
walked down the aisle.
He blamed me for it, locked me in the
basement, tied me up, tortured me, and kept
me chained like a dog for two whole years. I
didn’t see the sun once.
Then, since he didn’t have any family, he lost it,
got addicted to gambling, and went bankrupt
before I could escape.”
She glared at me, a nasty smile on her face.
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“What I did today has really pissed him off, so
he might not even wait for that old hag to kick
- it. He might come for you tonight.
Don’t blame me, sis. It’s your fault for living
better than me last time. It’s my turn to enjoy
things.
Just grit your teeth and hang in there. If you
can escape in a couple years, I promise I’ll have Chad take care of you.”
I wasn’t mad. She was jumping into the fire
herself and giving me spoilers. The rage from
being blown up had pretty much fizzled out.
But she didn’t know that Chad would never be
rich.
And I was really looking forward to my wedding
night.
