My Sister's Boyfriend is My Fiancé

After the parents of my cousin, Hollie Cox, died, she finished college with my help.

To repay me, she married my fiancé, George Marshall, who was born with a silver spoon in his mouth. Per her, wealthy men would treat women as playthings, and she would sacrifice herself for me.

She sold George's idle luxury car, saying it was a birthday gift for me.

She broke the spending limit of George's supplementary card, saying that she was repaying my loan to the loan sharks.

She, who was pregnant, suffered serious bleeding while fooling around with George's uncle, Mark Marshall. Then per her, I was having an affair with a male model in a hotel, she kindly tried to stop me, but I pushed her down, causing her to have a miscarriage.

In the end, George sent me to Orco for redemption.

To silence me, her lover, Mark, hired a group of people to insult me and dismember my body.

After being reborn, I went back to the day when Hollie had an affair and miscarried.

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Every time Hollie met her lover, she would tell George that I had asked her out.

She would either say that I was arrested for hooking up with a male model and needed someone to bail me out, or that I needed someone to take care of me in the hospital for treating syphilis. She even cited an excessive excuse that I was a mistress, and the legitimate Honey beat me up. Thus she was asked to attend to me.

George came to my door in my previous life and scolded me for my wrongdoings sternly.

Otherwise, I wouldn't have known that I had been living such a rich and colorful life.

At this moment, George called me non-stop.

As soon as I picked up the phone, George questioned me over the phone.

“Daisy Shawn, it's so late. Aren't you going to let Hollie back?"

"I have tolerated you for a long time. Hollie is your cousin, not your servant. Can you have some dignity and stop constantly taking advantage of her?"

"She has sponsored you through your college and helped you over so many years. It's one thing if you don't know how to be grateful, but what's your meaning of bossing her around like this every day? Don't you know she's pregnant? She needs to rest well, okay?"

"Is it because I dumped you before that you hold a grudge and deliberately try to ruin my family? Hollie is so innocent. If you dare to use her again, don't blame me for being impolite to you! Send her back to me right away!"

George's voice was deafening, causing my brain to ache.

When I was in a relationship with George before, I thought he was a considerate gentleman.

Every time George treated me well, Hollie would remind me of cases of men killing and dismembering their wives going viral online.

Per her, men are terrible. The better they treat you, the more dangerous your situation will be.

When George and I had disagreements and stopped talking to each other, she became George's intimate confidante.

While accompanying him to drink and vent, she intentionally or unintentionally fabricated many stories about me.

With Hollie's "help", George and I grew apart.

I accidentally saw Hollie's broken stockings in George's house.

Otherwise, I would have been as glad as usual that I had a cousin with rich dating experience to help me tell who were scumbags.

Not long after, she married George.

Since then, I had been smart enough to keep my distance from them.

But George didn't think so.

He often bombarded me with phone calls.

Sometimes I had to explain Hollie's whereabouts to him even in the middle of the night.

But I didn't know what Hollie was doing.

I could only use the excuses she had prearranged to cope with George and brush him off.

One day, George arrived at my house angrily, scolded me furiously, and put me in a sack. Then he sent me to Orco.

Only then did I realize that I had become a scapegoat?

I recalled how George had avenged me in my previous life.

I recalled how Hollie and her lover had silenced me using various means.

A surge of anger rose from the bottom of my heart.

"George, I want you to personally tear open the dirty laundry of your whole family today!"

I smiled and said on the phone, 'Hollie is playing double solitaire, it's exciting. She can't come back for now.'

After saying that, I instantly looked indifferent. Then I hung up the phone directly, not wanting to say another word to George.

After a moment, someone suddenly knocked on the door.

As soon as I unlocked the door, a surge of gigantic force from outside the door pushed me back repeatedly.

Before I could react, several bodyguards suddenly held me tightly.

Meanwhile, George entered my house with strides angrily, rudely searching for Hollie's figure.

He turned my house, which had two bedrooms and one living room, upside down.

But he found nothing.

"Didn't you say Hollie is playing solitaire? Where is she?"

He came to me indifferently and questioned me sharply.

I saw his eyes turn red with anger. The pleasure of revenge rose in my heart.

I raised an eyebrow and said casually, "I only said she was playing cards, but I didn't say she was at my house. Maybe she's at your uncle's house. Why don't you go there and check?"

George narrowed his eyes and grabbed my hair.

Through gritted teeth, he said, "Stop talking back to me. I'll ask you one last time. Where did you hide Hollie?"