My Sister Is Not The Bride

"Harley asks me out to dinner. You're coming with me." At two o'clock in the morning, my sister, Paula Kirby, lifted my blanket and dragged me out of bed.

I opened my eyes and saw Paula staring at me with a faint smile.

The same thing had happened before in my previous life.

Back then, I had no friends and treated Paula closely. I trusted her completely.

She took me to the bar and offered me a drink. I lost consciousness the next moment.

When I woke up, I was lying stark naked next to Harley Meyer, Paula's boyfriend.

Before I could react, the door burst open.

"You shameless woman! You are as cheap as your mother and always seduce your sister's boyfriend." My father stormed in, grabbed me by the hair, dragged me off the bed, and tossed me onto the floor.

Paula followed, tears streaming down her face. She looked as fragile and sorrowful as a flower in the rain as she stared at the scene before her. "Linette, how could you do this? How could you seduce my boyfriend? I'm your sister!"

Harley panicked. He hurriedly put on his clothes and rushed over to hold Paula. "It's not what it looks like! I don't know how I was with her. It must have been Linette's doing. You have to believe me!"

Paula shoved Harley away and ran out of the room.

My father shot me a furious glare before chasing after Paula.

Harley suddenly broke down and shouted. He grabbed the bedside lamp and smashed it against the mirror with a deafening crash.

"This is all your fault! I was supposed to propose to Paula yesterday, but you ruined everything. You wretched woman!" He lunged at me, and his hands tightened around my neck as he punched me repeatedly in the face.

Later, Harley gave Paula all his money out of guilt toward her.

It was a fortune large enough to ensure she could live comfortably for the rest of her life.

Harley hired some thugs to corner me in a secluded alley and assault me until I died.

Even after my death, I wasn't spared the humiliation. Photos of my naked body were posted online, where strangers scrutinized and ridiculed every detail.

But now, I had come back to life on the day Paula asked me to meet Harley.

I had a little surprise for my dear sister, Paula, this time and wished she was not afraid of it.

I followed Paula to the bar.