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Kathy Holman, my lone sibling, became instantly smitten with The Prince of the Capital's Elite Circle.
To create a chance for herself, she didn't hesitate to spike his drink at a social gathering.
I didn't intervene then. In fact, I even assisted her in delivering the tainted beverage. Furthermore, I thoughtfully reserved a posh hotel room for her scheme.
In my past life, I tried to stop her when I saw her doctoring the drink, cautioning her about the Miles Family's vast influence in both legal and illicit spheres. I warned her that crossing them was akin to inviting disaster.
That evening, however, Chester Miles ended up in the company of another woman. By the following day, he was suddenly engaged to her.
My sister remained silent about it. But on our journey home, she shoved me off an overpass.
I died instantly, my body mangled beneath a fast-moving truck. In my last moments, she yelled at me, blaming me for ruining her opportunity to marry into wealth.
When I regained consciousness, I found myself back at that fateful social event.
This time, I was resolved to let her actions backfire!

Devious Sister, A Second Chance Revenge

I couldn't believe I'd forgotten to take my contraceptive. Unlike Kathy, who sought to wed into the Miles clan through pregnancy, I had no such intentions.


Using a baby to secure a wealthy marriage? Even with my intelligence, I knew that was beyond my capabilities.


Worried, I rushed to the medical center and booked an appointment with a gynecologist.


Just after my blood was drawn, I glimpsed Chester in the corridor.


I swiftly ducked my head, donned a face covering, and attempted to sneak away. Sadly, I didn't make it far before his security detail blocked my escape.


I instantly recognized them as the men who had forcibly removed Kathy to the adjacent room that evening.


My throat constricted and I gulped anxiously, my hands trembling with fear.


I contemplated using my knowledge about them to blackmail Chester.


Before I could act, I heard a voice I knew well—Franklin's.


"You've got keen eyes, Franklin. It took me two years to realize."


Chapter 8