That handsome man on wheelchair

My name is Helen, and today, I am the happiest person in the world! Why? Because—

I shoved a woman out of the way in the crowd. "Hey! How many times have I told you not to cut in line!" I yelled, gripping her hair and yanking her back.

She grabbed my hair, pulling me down. "You b*tch! I've been standing here longer than you!"

This wasn't just any fight—it was a battle to get the autograph of the most famous novel writer, and I wasn't backing down.

"Get lost! Don't you dare lie. I've been waiting here since dawn. How dare you spout nonsense!" I shouted.

"Don't you dare pull my hair, you b*tch!" she shrieked, swinging her long nails at my face.

We fought like cats and dogs in the middle of the crowd, completely ignored by everyone around us.

After two hours of chaos, the guards finally dragged me out like a sack of potatoes, but I got the autograph! Clutching the signed book close to my heart, I squealed in triumph.

"Eeehhee! How come I'm so lucky?!" I jumped in the middle of the street.

People gave me weird looks, but I couldn't care less.

Humming a tune, my feet moved in sync with the rhythm as I walked towards the bus stand. "Finally, I can show this off to my online friends! Hehe," I muttered, grinning.

As the admin of an anonymous book group, this autograph was a trophy. We'd all been working hard to get it, and now I had it in my hands.

Tiny raindrops slid down my skin, snapping me out of my thoughts. "Hm? It's going to rain? The weather report didn't say anything about this."

I glanced up at the cloudy sky as dark clouds swallowed the clear blue.

"Oh wait, my book!" I quickly unzipped my jacket, carefully placed the book inside, and zipped it back up.

"Hah, finally some peace," I said, shielding my head with my hands as the drizzle continued.

The street was busy—children held their parents' hands as the sky grew darker. Umbrellas of different colors bloomed above, giving the street a dazzling look. Everyone had someone.

For a moment, I stopped in my tracks. A hollow ache spread through me, like the echo of an empty house.

"It's okay. I've always been like this. Family is an unfamiliar word for me," I whispered to myself.

"HEY! GET AWAY FROM THERE!" A man's shout echoed through the air. All the people around froze, their eyes fixed on me.

My gaze followed the direction of his pointing finger, and my breath hitched. A red car sped towards me, its driver slumped lifelessly over the wheel.

My legs refused to move. I stood frozen, hands still over my head. My gaze shifted to the crowd—they were shouting, panicked, but their voices blurred.

"My... my book..." Wrapping my arms around my chest, I held it tightly.

THUD!

CRASH!

SCREAMS!

The sound of an ambulance rang in the distance as a crowd gathered around me. Dozens of unfamiliar faces stared down, some clicking pictures, others looking horrified.

Hah. Who knew that reading so many novels about girls dying because of Truck-kun would lead to this?

But I doubt I'll be so lucky as to reincarnate into the body of a rich woman with a hot, billionaire husband—a man who bathes in money and, let's be honest, probably sh*ts in money.

Handsome, tall, cold... a perfect package. I'd win his heart by acting all innocent and cute. Heh.

As time passed, I could feel my vision fading. Faces surrounded me, some panicked, some curious. Does my body look that bad? Don't tell me I lost a limb.

Since I couldn't feel anything, I wasn't sure. Sigh. If I've lost my limbs, then I'd rather just die.

"Oh mighty God, please take me in your grace. And in my next life, make me a rich, legitimate daughter of a billionaire family."

Yes, legitimate. Every reader knows how crucial that word is.

"Is that your only wish?" A hamster popped into view, floating in the air. Tiny glasses perched on its nose, a notebook and pen in its paws.

"My, my!" it sighed, shaking its head. "Look at you. Who told you to come here today?"

"What the..." I whispered, blinking at the bizarre sight.

"If you hadn't come, you'd have had a much better death. Drowning in a bathtub sounds nice, doesn't it?"

"Excuse me?" I tried to glare, but my face probably looked like a mess.

The hamster ignored me, glancing at its watch. "Ugh, I'm running late. I have a date with Tiya tonight."

It looked at me with a mix of pity and annoyance. "Okay, you have two minutes left. Let me finish this quickly. Your creepy expression is going to haunt me tonight."

"Only tonight?" I thought, grinning evilly despite the pain.

"Stop that. You're scaring me," it muttered, flipping through its notebook. "Let's get this over with. A rich and legitimate daughter of a billionaire family, right?"

"Yes," I managed to say in my mind.

"Good." It floated down, wiping the blood off my hand before pressing my fingerprint onto its papers.

"Done. Now, Helen, are you ready to fulfill your last wish?"

Back in the real world, I was lying in an ambulance. Doctors were shouting, trying to revive me, while a nurse tapped my cheek desperately.

With the last ounce of strength in my body, I opened my lips. "I... I wa... was b... born ready," I whispered.

The doctor shouted something, and my eyes closed as a voice echoed in my ears:

"The contract has been established. Please enjoy your journey."

-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-

The sound of muffled voices greeted me as my consciousness returned.

A stern, sharp voice cut through the fog: "How many times have I told you that madam doesn't like coffee in the morning?"

Another, softer voice stammered in response: "I-I'm... so-sorry, Julie..."

"Oh, don't play the victim card! I'm just correcting you, but you're acting as if I'm the bad person here!"

"It's my fault. P-please forgive me..."

"Well! If you give me that pendant you're wearing, I might not report you to madam."

"But... but this... I... I can't give you this. It's my mother's pendant—"

Ugh. My head was pounding. I pressed my fingers against my temple. "Seriously, I just died, and now I have to deal with this shouting?"

I forced my eyes open and was met with two faces staring at me in shock.

"What...?" My gaze shifted to their clothes—maid costumes.

My eyes widened. "Maids? Why are you dressed like...?"

Panic surged through me as I bolted upright, the soft feel of velvet carpet under my feet catching me off guard.

"This isn't my apartment," I muttered, looking around the luxurious room.

I stumbled towards the massive door at the far end, flinging it open in excitement. My breath hitched at the sight before me:

A grand hall stretched out below me, visible from the second-floor balcony. The polished floor gleamed under the light of a massive chandelier. Stylish modern furniture adorned the space, and everything screamed wealth.

"F*cking hell," I whispered, gripping the railing.

I was about to scream with joy when my eyes landed on a figure in the hall.

A man sat in a wheelchair, his posture straight, exuding an aura of authority. His sharp gaze locked with mine, and my heart skipped a beat. His eyes were like a calm storm—cold, piercing, and impossible to look away from.

My breath caught in my throat as I froze, my hands mid-air. Time seemed to stand still as we stared at each other.

Then, as if bored, he broke eye contact, returning his attention to the tablet in his hands.

My heart pounded like a drum. "Oh my goodness!" I whispered, clutching my chest.

Had I just been reincarnated into some rich family's mansion? And who was that man?