Her Regret: I Married the Lottery Bride

It was my twentieth birthday. My father presented me with the photos of many rich heiresses across the nation. He wanted me to pick the one to have a political marriage with.

I told him I wanted to leave that in the hands of fate. Why? In my previous life, I picked Rachel Osborne, an heiress from Shampton. And I did that without hesitation.

After we got married, I found out her true love, Zacharias Newman, had gotten himself drunk at a bar. The reason? He was heartbroken that we got married. And while he was drunk, a robber mugged him and cut off his hand's tendons.

He tried to kill himself three times, and who did my wife blame? Me.

She extracted my family's assets and gave them all to her beloved. My family was left as an empty husk. And she let him cut our brake lines. Thanks to him, my family and I died in a horrifying car crash.

This was my second life. This time, I chose Seraphina Oliviera, an heiress from Fortunopolis. She was someone who couldn't care less about worldly matters and was a God-fearing woman.

Eventually, I showed up at the engagement with Seraphina, but that apparently drove Rachel mad.

Another Choice

I placed Seraphina Oliviera's picture in front of my parents. They exchanged a look, and I knew they were worried about me.

"Sieghart, we know you've always liked Rachel. How about you…"

I shook my head. "If God wants me to marry Seraphina, who am I to say no to Him?"

Not to mention, I knew the tragedy that awaited me if I married Rachel Osborne, no matter what. I would get myself and my family killed. My whole family's wealth would be stolen. I would not make the same mistake this time around.

Since my decision was made, my parents went with it.

"Okay, then we'll talk to the Olivieras. But we're both famous families, so we're going to keep this a secret until the engagement is official. Just in case any unwanted problems show up."

"Yeah, I know," I said.

I was going to a charity gala that night, but the reporters heard the news, and they surrounded me. "Mr. Shaw, so who will you be marrying?"

Before I could say anything, another reporter said, "Your family is the nation's top aristocratic bloodline. All the heiresses around the country are dying to marry you, but we know you only have eyes for the Osbornes' only girl. You went with her, didn't you?"

I raised my eyes and met Rachel's gaze. She'd just gotten in. The cameras turned to her, and she showed her usual disdain for them. "Sorry, make way."

Her bodyguards pushed the reporters away, then she pulled the pale Zacharias Newman closer to her. "Zacharias is the only man I love. Even if I have to marry someone else because my family tells me to, I'm never going to give him the love I gave for Zacharias."