Engagement Hijacked, Destiny Rewritten

When my older sister, Rhea Silverhilt, and I are given a chance to choose our marriage partners for the clan alliance, she rushes ahead and claims the noble fire dragon, Drakon Ragnarok.

I am left to match with a brutish wolf, Flint Greyfang.

Not long after the wedding, Drakon dies in an unexpected accident. Rhea loses her protector and is vulnerably subjected to scorn and abuse.

Meanwhile, the sharp-minded and shrewd Flint reveals a surprising talent for business and swiftly amasses a fortune.

Consumed by bitter hatred, Rhea corners me at the grand sacrificial rite and stabs me to death.

When I open my eyes again, I am back on the day we are to choose marriage partners. This time, Rhea darts forward and holds Flint's hand.

In that instant, I know that she's reborn, just as I am.

What she doesn't know is that wolves are innately violent and abusive. They love settling disputes with fists.

The clan hall was silent as I stared at my older sister, Rhea Silverhilt, across the room with a flat expression.

On the other hand, she was practically glowing. "Mother, I fell in love the moment I saw Flint! Please let me marry him!"

Mother's expression darkened. "The wolves are notorious for their brutish ways. Flint has nothing to his name. You'll only suffer if you marry him."

Even though Rhea and I were both her children, she'd always favored Rhea. She couldn't bear the thought of her beloved Rhea suffering even the slightest discomfort.

Rhea panicked when Mother refused and anxiously paced like a cat on a hot tin roof. "I'm marrying him! If you won't allow it, I'll bash my head in right here!"

Mother nearly fainted at the threat. Terrified, she hastily consented.

When I saw the smug smile on Rhea's face, I knew that she'd been reborn too.

In our previous lives, she'd rushed to claim Drakon Ragnarok of the prestigious fire dragon clan. I had been forced into a marriage with Flint Greyfang of the wolves and had been exiled to the desolate wetlands.

After we married, I ran the house and poured my possession into his fledgling business ventures. Against all odds, Flint seized a crucial opportunity and amassed a staggering fortune.

Meanwhile, the fire dragon clan was consumed by endless war. Drakon marched into the battlefield and never returned.

Rhea became a destitute widow. The rest of the clan stripped her clean of whatever assets she had left, leaving her life in ruins.

She was bitterly convinced that I had stolen the life of luxury that was rightfully hers. During a grand sacrificial rite, she lured me out and stabbed me to death with a dagger.

"If I have to suffer, you don't get to live well either!"

The memory of her crazed, bloodshot eyes flashed through my mind, and I couldn't help clenching my fists at my side.

Since she'd decided to throw herself into hell in this new life, I would gladly show her