Everyone Wants to Marry Her… Except Me

Celeste Leblanc, the daughter of the richest man in the city, has ordered a custom-fitted ring worth a billion dollars according to my finger size. She claims that she will marry the person who can wear it perfectly.

In the first time loop, George Braun, the fake heir, secretly enlarges the ring so that he can marry Celeste. She responds by slapping him to the point he's all bruised and battered.

"You're not the one!"

In the second time loop, my adopted brother, Roger Braun, loses 30 pounds in one go so that he can marry Celeste. She responds by pushing him down the stairs.

"You're not the one either!"

In the third time loop, my stepfather, Edgar Braun, grits his teeth and makes up his mind. He slices the flesh off his finger so that he can wear the ring properly.

Celeste chuckles coldly at the sight. She orders her bodyguards to drown Edgar in a bathtub immediately.

In the fourth time loop, everyone is left without a choice. They're so frightened that they deliver me into Celeste's hands.

I put on the ring. It fits my finger perfectly well.

The entire family heaves sighs of relief. But the moment Celeste sees me, she draws out a blade and stabs me to death.

"You're not the one too! Where the hell is my fated husband?"

In the final time loop, when Celeste tells her secretary, Donny Griffin, to bring the ring over, all of us claim that we can't wear the ring at all.

But Donny shoots us a weird look.

"Ms. Leblanc has already made it clear that one of you is the ring's owner."

The four of us stared at the pigeon-egg-sized diamond ring, completely stunned.

All the family members who could go had already gone. Who exactly did Celeste Leblanc want to marry?

Edgar Braun repeatedly asked Donny Griffin for confirmation. "Could there be a mistake? There shouldn't be anyone in our family that Celeste is interested in, right?"

Otherwise, she wouldn't have gotten married four times, practically making a hobby out of collecting dead husbands.

But Donny frowned slightly with displeasure and replied with solemn earnestness, "At Ms. Leblanc's banquet, the four of you occupied an entire table by yourselves.

"She only glanced your way once and said the owner of the ring was among you. So, no, there's no mistake."

With that, he presented the diamond ring and added haughtily, "Why don't the four of you take turns trying it on?"

George Braun, who cared most about his pride, immediately backed off. "I'm allergic to diamond rings. Wearing one would kill me on the spot."

Roger Braun, who valued money as much as his own life, waved his hands in refusal. "I'm so fat. I'd probably snap the ring in half."

Edgar Braun, who had long wanted to find a new wife, managed a smile uglier than a grimace. "My heart still belongs to my late wife. There's no way Celeste is in love