After Swapping Marriage with My Sister, I Married the CEO

My sister and I accidentally rescued a rich woman from a car accident.

Knowing our family was struggling financially, she offered us a life-changing opportunity to show her gratitude.

One of us could marry her only son and inherit the family business, while the other would receive a direct reward of five million dollars.

My sister couldn't wait to choose that young man and even dumped the boyfriend she had been engaged to.

In her view, a young billionaire husband was far more valuable than a mere five million.

But what she didn't expect was that the seemingly taciturn man was actually a paranoid psychopath. Within a year, he tortured her to the point where life became a living hell, leading to a mental breakdown.

I took the five million dollars to study abroad, earned several degrees, and returned to start a business. I caught up with trends, met influential people, and my business boomed, attracting many talented suitors.

When I opened my eyes again, my sister and I were sitting in front of Grace Wells.

She had a gentle look and a smile on her face. On one side was her handsome, quiet son, and on the other side, a check for five million dollars.

"Ivy, Elaine, who of you two will choose first?"

This time, my sister raised her hand without hesitation and pointed directly at the check.

At that moment, I knew she had been reborn too.

"Ivy, Elaine, I am straightforward, so I won't beat around the bush. This is my only son, Leonard Wells. He was injured as a child, making him introverted and quiet. He has no interest in running the family business. So, I want to choose one of you to marry him and be my successor. The other will receive 5 million dollars. "

When Grace smiled and asked Ivy and me what we would choose, memories of my past life flooded back.

"I am born again!" I thought.

In my previous life, the last scene I saw was the plain white wall of a mental hospital as Ivy, with disheveled hair, pushed me off a seventh-floor balcony.

The impact was heavy, and I could almost hear the sound of blood and brain matter rushing out of my ears, mixed with Ivy's crazy roar,

"Why, Elaine? Why do you get to live such a good life and be successful? This luck should have been mine. I made the wrong choice, and you got the better deal!"

Ivy blamed all her misfortunes on me, but in our previous life, she had chosen to marry Grace's son, even dumping her boyfriend.

Who would have known that the seemingly gentle Mr. Wells was actually a perverted and paranoid maniac? On their wedding night, he tied her to the bed and lectured her about Lagrange's laws all night long.

If she got a question wrong, he would pull out a fingernail.

The next night, it was Newton and Leibniz. Get one wrong, and she'd lose a tooth.

Ivy told me all this hysterically when she was sent to a mental hospital.

Initially, I felt sympathy and wanted to help her escape her suffering.

But I didn't expect that her greatest pain wasn't from the abuse and torture but from the fact that I didn't suffer as she did and lived a much better life.

Driven by unbridled jealousy, she disregarded our blood relationship and pushed me off a building!

In this new life, sitting in front of Grace and Mr. Wells, my palms were filled with cold sweat.

I swore that this time, I would never care about Ivy's fate, nor would I visit her in the mental hospital.

I would study abroad, start a business, make a fortune, and take our grandmother abroad to enjoy her remaining years.

As expected, Ivy raised her hand first.

She always did.

She competed with me for everything in our poor family with limited resources.

I've always been easy-going and humble.

But this time, I held the information advantage and watched everything calmly.

"Grace, I have a boyfriend now, so you should leave such an excellent person like Mr. Wells to my sister. I want the 5 million dollars."

My heart trembled.

I knew Ivy's character too well: she was greedy, arrogant, and unwilling to endure hardship.

The five million would be squandered quickly in her hands. How could it be more attractive than being the wife of a wealthy man?

But this time, she didn't even glance at Mr. Wells. She just stared greedily at the check.

She leaned over to me, took the check with one hand, and whispered in my ear, "Elaine, this time, it's your turn to suffer."

I understood in an instant that she had also been reborn.