After rebirth, my brother chose to marry the nanny’s daughter
Chapter 1
“I set up two arranged marriages for you boys.
One’s with the maid’s daughter, the other’s a
billionaire heiress. Your call, split it up between
you.”
I rubbed my head, feeling for any phantom
bruises. Nothing.
It hit me like a ton of bricks: I was reliving my
life.
“Dad, I’m marrying the maid’s daughter!” Mark
yelled, practically tripping over himself to get
the words out.
Dad just stared at him, jaw practically on the floor. Mark was the biggest gold digger I knew. Why the sudden change of heart?
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But I knew. Mark was reliving his life, too.
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Dad, still stunned, asked Mark, “You sure about
this? You marry her, you’re on your own. No silver spoon.”
“Positive! Why should Jake get all the luck of
that one!” Mark snapped, then leaned in close, whispering in my ear with a smug grin.
“Jake, it’s my turn to live large. You can go rot with the psycho!”
I grinned, a little giddy inside.
Fine by me. Let him have the “good life.”
Last time around, Mark chose the heiress.
Turns out, her family made *him* move into their house.
And he signed a prenup that guaranteed him
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zero cents from her fortune.
He figured, hey, at least he wouldn’t have to
worry about money. Wrong. His wife was a
grade–A sadist who enjoyed whipping him
whenever he wasn’t groveling for her attention.
If he didn’t make her happy, no dinner for him.
He was living like a dog.
Then, her high school sweetheart came back
into the picture. She brought him home and
proceeded to humiliate Mark in front of him
daily.
Mark, finally fed up, demanded a divorce. She
just laughed, waving the prenup in his face.
“Sure, you can leave. Just cough up $100
million for emotional distress.”
Me? I married the maid’s daughter, a sweet,
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down–to–earth girl who won the lottery. I drove
the sports car Mark always drooled over.
Seeing it, his eyes went bloodshot. He rammed
my Lamborghini with his beat–up Jetta,
screaming, “Jake, you stole my life!”
After Mark got hitched, he made it a point to
flaunt his wife around me all the time.
He’d put his arm around her, cooing, “Jake, look
closely. She’s my wife now, bud.”
Sarah would blush and snuggle against him.
Looking at his face, a face I’d known for almost
twenty years, made my stomach turn. He was
treating the garbage he dug up like treasure.
I shot Mark a look of gratitude, politely calling
Sarah “Sis.”
Mark blinked, confused for a second, then
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smirked, leaning in.
“Don’t try to play it cool, Jake. Losing a
hundred million bucks? Gotta sting.”
Then he chuckled, swaggered off with Sarah
hanging on his arm.
I rolled my eyes. If she hadn’t been dragging me
down, I would have been worth way more than
100 million last time.
A few days later, I met the heiress, Tiffany, at a
coffee shop to talk wedding plans.
She was just like before, pulling out a pre-
written prenup like she was born to do it.
Gorgeous, but her face was twisted with
disgust.
“If you want to marry me, you’re moving in. No
discussion.”
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“And don’t think you’re getting a dime from my
family. This whole arranged marriage thing?
Dad’s lost it.
“Sign this, then we’ll talk about a wedding.“,
Her arrogance didn’t surprise me. After all,
Mark’s back was covered in whip scars.
She slid the contract across the table.
I knew it was a rigged deal. Mark didn’t bother
reading the fine print last time, and paid for it.
Same old tricks.
I flipped through the pages, pointing to one section. “This part – ‘Only the wife can file for
divorce. If the husband does, he pays $100
million‘? What’s that about?”
Tiffany’s jaw dropped. She didn’t think I would
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Exposed, she practically screamed, “Get this straight, you’re joining my family. How will you pay me back for everything?”
“You think I won’t spend money taking care of
you? You wanna coast through life or are you going to get a job?”
Her tone was so venomous, it was jarring next to her beauty.
I paused. Mark actually signed this thing? How
badly did he want that leg up?
