The Bride's Second Life: A Vengeful Bloom

Adrian Quirrel, the heir to the Quirrel family, had been in poor health since childhood.

Guided by the old superstition that marriage could restore his health, his family had taken in four young women, with only one to be chosen as his bride.

On the selection day, they invited a renowned astrologer to read our birth charts. As soon as he said I carried a healing energy and could bear healthy heirs, the Quirrels decided on the spot that I would be Adrian's bride.

Three months later, his health miraculously improved, and I soon found myself pregnant with twins—a boy and a girl.

The family elders were ecstatic and even promised that my son would become the Quirrels' future heir.

But on the night of the christening, Adrian locked me and the babies in the basement. I broke down and demanded an explanation.

He sneered and replied, "If it weren't for your so-called 'healing energy,' Emily would've been my wife.

"She wouldn't have jumped to her death at such a young age if she hadn't been pushed to that point. Tonight, I want you and your children to accompany her in death."

He grabbed a nearby iron rod and savagely brought it down onto our babies. I threw myself over the babies, but Adrian kicked me aside.

Blood splattered across the walls and floor, and my babies' breathing gradually weakened until it stopped.

When I opened my eyes again, I found myself back on the day Adrian chose his bride.

I stood in the familiar grand hall of the Quirrel estate.

The invited astrologer sat rigidly upright as he meticulously analyzed each woman's natal chart.

I was shaking all over, as if my bones broken by that iron rod in my past life were still throbbing with pain. To my surprise, I hadn't died—I had been reborn.

The astrologer's head snapped up. His face was flushed as he pointed a trembling finger at me.

He said, "Her chart's extraordinary. The stars point to a rare healing energy, a fate not only to restore her husband's health but also to give him heirs who will carry on the family name.

"Plus, she has the power to neutralize negative energy and draw in immense good luck. She'll ensure Mr. Quirrel lives a long and successful life."

The moment he finished speaking, Adrian's mother, Lydia Hall, rushed forward and grabbed my hand.

"That's great. He's going to recover soon," Lydia said.

A wave of nausea hit me, but I forced myself not to pull my hand away.

Adrian Quirrel had been in poor health since he was born. No matter how many top hospitals they visited, his health never improved. Many doctors predicted he wouldn't live past 21, and now that day was only three months away.

In my past life, I did bring Adrian luck. His health improved, and I gave birth to twins—a boy and a girl.

As my lips parted, I wanted to refuse and escape from this nightmarish cycle,