Reborn to Ruin the CEO,I Swapped the Bride and Let Him Beg — Novel

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In a world where past lives collide with present desires, Ursula Pruitt awakens to a gala filled with promise and peril. This time, she and Joan Henson, her sworn rival, are bound by more than just shared history—they're both determined to escape the grasp of Rhys Gilbert, the CEO whose indifference led them to a tragic end. But can they truly turn their backs on a man who once held their hearts?

As the clock ticks down to a wedding designed to secure familial alliances, Ursula finds herself caught in a web of expectations and betrayals. Rhys, ever the dutiful son, is torn between two worlds: the one that demands he marry for duty and the one that threatens to unravel everything he knows if he dares to choose love over obligation. With Joan’s fierce spirit igniting tension and Ursula’s quiet resolve challenging the status quo, the stakes grow ever higher.

Will Ursula and Joan fight over a man who has already shown them his true colors? Or can they forge a new path, one that liberates them from the chains of their past? In a game of love, loyalty, and revenge, the question remains: who will emerge victorious, and at what cost?

Reborn to Ruin the CEO,I Swapped the Bride and Let Him BegChapter 1

When Rhys Gilbert's sworn sister and I were stabbed to death together, he was at a concert with his little canary.

The kidnappers called him. "Rhys Gilbert. Two women. Only one lives. Choose."

Rhys hung up.

He had a thing about crowds—hated them, actually. But that night, he stayed with his precious songbird until the encore faded and the lights came up.

By the time they found us, our bodies had long gone cold.

He sighed. "I thought it was a scam call."

A pause. Then: "They did die because of me, I suppose. If there's a next life, I'll treat them better."

Next life?

Oh, there was a next life.

And in this one, neither his sworn sister nor I loved him anymore.

——

My eyes flew open.

The gilded chandeliers. The clink of champagne flutes. The suffocating perfume of old money.

I was back at that gala—the one where Rhys Gilbert had chosen me as his fiancée in my previous life.

Across the room, my gaze locked with Joan Henson's. Rhys's sworn sister. My once-rival.

The same shock reflected in her eyes.

She remembered too.

Savannah Gilbert's voice sliced through the moment, dragging us back: