Forced To Marry My Pregnant Stepsister

Chapter 1

[1]

My stepsister, who had just turned eighteen, found herself pregnant, causing quite the scandal in our family.

To cover up the situation, my father devised a plan, tricking me into spending the night with her.

Afterward, he forced me to take the blame and responsibility for her pregnancy.

I wanted to uncover the truth, but my father pushed me into the river, leading to my untimely and tragic death.

After being given a second chance at life, I decided to take a different approach.

When my father repeated his unreasonable demand, I simply smiled and said, "Dad, of course, I'd be willing to marry her. Why let someone else take advantage?"

[2]

I was reborn a week before my twentieth birthday.

After a long day at work, I saw my father, who lived far away, waiting outside my apartment.

He looked anxious. "Charlie, I came to ask you to come home and celebrate your birthday with us."

I was confused. "Dad, what are you talking about? My birthday is still a week away, and I've been really busy with work lately. I don't have time to go back with you."

My father suddenly realized his mistake and explained, "Oh, right, right, I got the date wrong. Your birthday is next week. How about this, you come home with me now."

I still shook my head and took out my keys to open the door. "Dad, I won't be celebrating my birthday with you this time. This project is really important, and I can't take any time off."

My father ignored my words and forcefully pushed my hand away.

"I don't care. You're coming home with me now."

As he spoke, he started pulling me outside.

In the midst of our struggle, my father suddenly slapped me across the face.

The sharp pain brought back memories of my past life.

In my previous life, it was also on this day that he called me home to celebrate my birthday.

Seeing the worry on his face, I thought something had happened, so I went home with him a week early.

On my birthday, I got drunk and passed out for the night.

The next day, thinking everything was fine, I returned to the city to continue working.

Two months later, at my celebration party, my father and Leyla showed up with a pregnancy test report and several photos of me lying in bed with Mabel.

They accused me of assaulting Mabel and claimed she was pregnant with my child.

I had no recollection of those photos.

But my father said, "Charlie, you coward, you did this on your birthday last time."

I couldn't defend myself against his accusations.

My boss left in anger, and my celebration party was ruined.

I returned home, intending to take Mabel to the hospital for a check-up to uncover the truth.

But my father refused.

He said, "Whether it's yours or not, it's still your sister's. If you marry her, our family can save on both the wedding expenses and the dowry. It's a win-win."

Seeing that I couldn't persuade my stubborn father, I planned to leave that night.

But as I was crossing the bridge, my father knocked me out and threw me into the river.

Just before I lost consciousness, I heard Leyla's gloating voice.

"Charlie, you can't blame us for this. You should blame yourself for not listening. Now that you're dead, Mabel's child will have a place."

When I opened my eyes again, I had been reborn.

That slap completely woke me up, and memories came flooding back.

The nagging voice in my ear continued.

"I don't care, you're coming home with me..."

It was my father, still stubbornly pulling me.

Realizing this was a trap set for me, I grabbed his hand and gave a reassuring smile. "Alright, Dad, I'll take leave now and go home with you right away."