A Deadly Life Swap

In my previous life, I inherited the family's steakhouse, while my sister asked our dad to get her a job that paid 75 hundred a month.

To her shock and surprise, the heir of a rich family and I fell in love at first sight when he came over for a meal. I became his wife, and everyone envied me for marrying the richest man in Imperia.

My sister lost both her legs during a work accident. Jealous of my great life, she set me up and killed me with her own hands.

We were both reborn at the same time, back to the moment where we would make the decision that would change our lives forever. Right before our father, she told him she wanted to inherit Shaw's Steakhouse.

I heard everything, and in a corner where no one could see me, a sneer curled my lips.

Poor thing. She had no idea at all.

Her nightmare would begin the moment she met Jonathan Landton.

Another Choice

Our father looked at the files on the table. The steakhouse's files. Gently, he told my sister, "I've found you a job, sweetheart. Homestay tester. You get 75 hundred once they hire you officially. Your sister can take over the steakhouse."

My sister snatched the file away before our father could say anything more. "No. I'm taking the shop."

Everyone was stunned. My sister realized she'd overreacted, so she came up with an idea and started acting cute. "If I can take the steakhouse, I can stay with you every day."

That touched my father, and he teared up. The man pulled my sister into his embrace and shot me a glare. "You'd better treasure this job, Yvonne. Don't embarrass the family. And be grateful for your sister. You owe her a lifelong debt! You'd never have been this lucky!"

My father only reluctantly gave me the job because it was better than letting an outsider take it. It was a lucrative one.

I ignored the happy family. Quietly, I said, "T-Thank you, Melanie."

My parents never cared about me. I was diagnosed with autism not too long after I was born. They thought that was bad luck, so they tossed me into the orphanage.

I knew I was not autistic. I just developed speech slower than my peers, but my parents did not have the patience to wait until I 'became normal'.

I put a lot of effort into studying and scored the highest marks on the SAT. The nation's best university took me in. Right in front of national TV, my parents cried their hearts out and told everyone how much they missed me.

That got the Internet's pity, and their business grew. After I was taken back home, my sister, Melanie Shaw, was kind and friendly to me.

She was beautiful and adorable. I was happy to have a sister like her, and I thought her kindness was real.

And then one day, I saw her tossing food on