From Heiress to Hellfire

My wedding day. The smell of salt and roses filled the Hamptons air, and I stood in a multi-million-dollar gown, ready to marry the man I loved.

Then, a nightmare replayed: shirtless men swarmed me, their hands grabbing at my dress, turning my reception into a vulgar spectacle orchestrated by my future sister-in-law, Sabrina.

In my last life, this "prank" was just the beginning. It led to my death, ruled an accident, but I knew the truth: a cold whisper from Sabrina as she fiddled with my life support, followed by a playful shove into a swimming pool.