My Sister Pretended to be the Billionaire's Wife

As if already living the dream of being the wife of the richest man, the corners of my sister’s mouth curled upward in triumph. I didn’t hesitate any longer—I sedated her quickly and began the operation.

My dear sister. Since you’re so eager to die, I’ll grant your wish.

She bore an uncanny resemblance to Mrs. Jacobson—same build, same facial features. The surgery was straightforward. Just a few delicate tweaks, and she looked exactly like her.

After the procedure, we returned home together. The moment we stepped through the door, my mother gasped in delight and rushed to my sister’s side.

“So alike... so alike! I always knew my Mary was born to be a rich man’s wife!”

She shoved me aside like I was nothing, her eyes glued to my sister’s face, as if she were admiring a priceless artifact.

My father shot me a look of disgust, then turned to Mary, grinning from ear to ear. “Mary, you’re identical to Mrs. Jacobson now. Later, we’ll call Wallace and tell him we’ve found you. Once you take her place, we’ll receive tens of millions in reward!”

His eyes gleamed with excitement, lips trembling with joy. My parents had always believed Mary was destined for wealth and privilege. Since childhood, she was treated like a precious jewel—fed the finest food, dressed in luxury, showered with everything she desired.

And me? I lived on her leftovers.

In my past life, after my sister murdered me, my parents didn’t even flinch. They cremated me without a second thought and covered up the truth by claiming I committed suicide.

I thought they were merely biased. I never expected them to be this monstrous—helping her do something so despicable.

I looked at their greedy, deluded faces and couldn’t help but speak. “Do you really think it’s that easy to deceive the richest man? That a pretty face alone can fool him? Chase money blindly, and you’ll end up losing more than you bargained for—maybe even your lives.”

My mother slapped me hard across the face.

“Who are you trying to scare, you useless coward? You’re just jealous we’ll be living the high life while you rot in that pathetic little hospital of yours!”

She sneered. “What have you even accomplished in your miserable life? The only good thing you’ve done is give your sister a new face. Honestly, raising a dog would’ve been more worthwhile than raising you!”

My father scoffed and added with contempt, “You’re destined to be poor forever. Worthless. When Mary becomes Mrs. Jacobson, the entire Jacobson Group will be ours!”

Mary gave me a cold glance and said mockingly, “Some people are just bitter nobodies who know nothing but how to envy others.”

Then she smirked. “Did you really think I wouldn’t be ready for this?”

She strode into her room and came out wearing a limited-edition Hermès dress, its scent rich with high-end perfume. It didn’t take a genius to realize it had once belonged to Mrs. Jacobson.

My mother practically circled her, eyes glowing. “Now that she’s dressed up, she looks even more refined. That aura—it’s like she is Mrs. Jacobson!”

My father nodded with pride. “That woman just got lucky. Our Mary is smarter, more deserving. Once she replaces her, the richest man will fall even harder in love.”

To them, it was as if Mary had already stepped into the shoes of Mrs. Jacobson. They laughed wildly, drunk on delusion.

I could only shake my head.