Rebirth of the Forgotten Girl, Now He’s the One Begging

An ancestor of the Xavier family once seized a widow’s ancestral grave by force and was cursed with a death spell.

From that moment on, every male descendant of the Xavier family would be hunted by vengeful spirits upon turning 25.

The only way to break free was to fake his death and marry a woman gifted with a naturally sensitive spirit—someone whose genuine grief could calm restless souls and deceive the vengeful forces haunting him.

In my past life, my sister and I were born on the same day.

Jason Xavier drew lots to choose between us, but I knew her secret — and quietly swapped the lots so he would marry me instead.

During the staged funeral, my sister accused me of stealing her beloved. That night, she hanged herself in the Xavier ancestral hall with a white silk scarf.

My parents lashed out, called me cruel, and cast me out.

Jason despised me for what happened. On the first anniversary of her death, he sealed me in a coffin with ninety-nine nails — and buried me alive.

Desperate, I screamed the truth: I had switched the lots to save him.

“She would’ve saved me if not for you! Miranda died because of you! You deserve to rot in hell!”

I suffocated — and died, full of grief and rage.

When I opened my eyes, I was back on the very day the Xavier family drew lots to choose their bride.

This time, I waited—

Waited to see Miranda Langston cry, and cry until she really died.

——

“Young Master Xavier’s choice is—Miss Miranda!”

As soon as the result was announced, Jason sprang up, wrapped his arms around Miranda, and whispered, voice shaking,

“Miranda, it’s you. This time, I chose you.”

Miranda gently tapped his chest with a shy smile.

“Everyone’s watching… you’re being annoying.”

He held her even tighter. His gaze drifted to me—cold, venomous.

A chill crept down my back. In that instant, I understood.

He had been reborn, too.

So what?

This time, I made sure they could be together.

Why would he still hate me?

Madam Xavier slipped the jade engagement bracelet onto Miranda’s wrist.

“In seven days, Jason turns twenty-five. Let’s hold the wedding and funeral together.”

Miranda obediently nodded and exchanged smiles with him.

My mother wiped her eyes. But when she noticed me watching, her expression stiffened.

“Evelyn, I’ll find you another husband. It’s heaven’s will. Don’t fight your sister on this.”

I turned away, staring at the corner of her tear-filled eyes.

My heart sank.

Sister? Just a fake daughter swapped at birth.

In my past life, I feared the Xavier family would discover she didn’t have a spiritual body and take it out on my parents.

So I secretly rigged the lottery.

Only later did I learn my parents had already bribed the Xavier family’s servants.

My name hadn’t even been in the box.

They never feared the curse. They only wanted Miranda to marry a rich man.

They never considered me.

The outcome had been decided from the start.

There was nothing left for me to do.

Jason approached, grabbed my arm, and whispered, “Evelyn Luxton, you won’t get to switch the lot this time, will you?”

I frowned and stayed silent, watching him with caution.

He leaned in, voice low and eyes darker than night.

“Stop pretending. I know you’ve been reborn too. If you don’t hurt Miranda this time around, I might even let you be my mistress.”

I flung his hand away, disgusted, as if I’d swallowed something foul.

He had clearly forgotten—he was the one who really killed me.

Back then, as he sealed the coffin shut, I begged him to speak the truth: Miranda wasn’t born with a spiritual body.

But he found my pleas annoying—so he had my mouth sewn shut.

I suffocated in eternal darkness.

Only moments before my death did I realize—he had always known about the rigged lottery.

He had originally been promised to me.

The draw was just a ploy to make Miranda’s replacement seem legitimate.

That memory suffocated me all over again. I took a deep breath and said coldly,

“Jason, instead of dreaming, start thinking about how you’re going to survive past twenty-five.”