Introduction

My wedding day. The smell of salt and roses filled the Hamptons air, and I stood in a multi-million-dollar gown, ready to marry the man I loved.

Then, a nightmare replayed: shirtless men swarmed me, their hands grabbing at my dress, turning my reception into a vulgar spectacle orchestrated by my future sister-in-law, Sabrina.

In my last life, this "prank" was just the beginning. It led to my death, ruled an accident, but I knew the truth: a cold whisper from Sabrina as she fiddled with my life support, followed by a playful shove into a swimming pool. My supposed fiancé, Ethan, inherited my fortune and funded her lavish life as my parents grieved.

How could the man I loved, the sister he adored, conspire to steal everything from me and then murder me? Why did I ever believe their humble facade? Every "romantic" gesture, every sweet-nothing, was a lie.

But this time, I wasn't the naive heiress. I remembered the flatline, the cold abyss. I was back, and the rage that had simmered for eternity was now a burning inferno.