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Rebecca Gadot was reborn on the day her parents showed up with files on the three top heirs in New
York’s elite.
“Pick one to marry.”
Rebecca shook her head without hesitation. “None of them.”
“What?” Her parents looked shocked. “Why not?”
“Because…”
Her heart ached. She’d already married each of them in her previous life.
Everyone knew that the Hemsworth, Madison, Fraser, and Gadot families ruled the New York. As the only daughter among these power players, Rebecca was the prize every family wanted from
arranged marriage.
She’d chosen Loki Hemsworth in her last life, thinking she’d hit the jackpot.
But after their wedding, Loki spent 364 days of the year anywhere but home. He made her the joke
of Manhattan’s elite before dying in a car crash while protecting Ariana Cruise.
After three depressing years as a widow, her family pushed her to marry Darth Madison.
He cared less about her either. Within two years, he killed himself street racing–all for precious
Ariana.
Tagged as the “black widow,” Rebecca didn’t marry again until thirty when she settled for Anton
Fraser.
They were civil this time. But on his deathbed, Anton uttered a final wish.
“Rebecca… Next time around, don’t pick me for arranged marriage. I only want Ariana.”
That’s when it hit her–they were all obsessed with Ariana.
Every single one had the same deathbed confession: don’t marry me.
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And Ariana? Just the butler’s daughter. She’s plain and talentless. Totally basic with her fake
damsel–in–distress act.
Rebecca couldn’t figure out why these powerful men fell for that act, willing to endure loveless arranged marriages just to keep Ariana safe from family politics.
After watching them devoted love for Ariana her entire life, Rebecca learned her lesson: she refused
to be anybody’s consolation prize.
This time, she had a different answer ready.
“If I have to marry someone, it’s Chris Evans or nobody.”
Her parents gaped at her. “Chris Evans? That bastard son from Los Angeles? Have you lost your
mind?”
What they didn’t know: in her previous life, Chris Evans rose to the top of the Forbes list, reigning
over the business world with absolute power.
If this marriage was just a business transaction, Rebecca would maximize her ROI.
Chris Evans was the best choice.
And love? She’d given up on that fantasy long ago.
Despite her parents‘ objections, Rebecca kept pushing her case with every argument.
“Los Angeles is booming right now. Evans Enterprises is at the top of their game there. You have always wanted to break into that market, right? This is the perfect chance. Plus, you’ve said yourself that Chris is ambitious and ruthless–that he’s destined for greatness.”
Her analysis won them over.
After weighing the pros and cons, her parents decided to respect her wishes. They reached out to the Evans family and sealed the deal.
“Rebecca, we’ve worked everything out. The wedding’s happening in two weeks.”
Rebecca let out a slow breath, her heart finally settling.
With the tight schedule, her parents rushed off to prepare.
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Alone on the couch, her thoughts swirled in a storm of emotions.
Moments later, footsteps approached. The door swung open as Loki, Darth, and Anton filed in, their eyes locked on her.
“Rebecca,” they said in unison. “Who did you pick?”
Rebecca’s eyes flicked over their anxious faces. Memorize flood back.
The four of them had grown up together–practically inseparable. These three guys had always treated her like a princess, spoiling her rotten.
Whatever she wanted, they bought for her. When she was sad, they’d take turns cheering her up. If anyone ever messed with her, they’d be there to defend her.
But now she understood–all that special treatment was just brotherly love.
In her previous life, she thought they rushed to ask because they hoped to be chosen.
Now she knew better. They were terrified of being picked. That’s why they looked so nervous.
The realization stung. Her chest tightened.
After a long silence, she collected herself and answered hoarsely, “You’ll find out in fifteen days.”
Her vague answer didn’t sit well with them. They grew restless, ready to press her further.
Before they could, her phone rang.
“Miss Gadot, Ariana’s been in a terrible accident! She’s in the ER right now, but the hospital’s out of rooms. Please, you have to help her!”
Hearing butler Brad Cruise’s tearful voice, Loki snatched the phone, his voice thick with worry.
“Which hospital?”
The line went quiet for a few seconds, then Brad choked out the name of the hospital.
Loki hung up and headed for the door without hesitation.
“Rebecca, don’t worry about the hospital situation. I’ll handle it–it’s nothing.”
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Darth and Anton immediately followed his lead, neither showing a moment’s doubt.
“That hospital’s owned by my family,” Darth said. “I’ll talk to the director myself. Just relax, okay?”
“I know some top specialists,” Anton added. “I’ll make some calls. Don’t stress about it, Rebecca.”
They all pretended they were doing this for Rebecca’s sake. In reality, they just needed an excuse to see Ariana.
How had she missed something so obvious in her previous life?
Watching them rush out, Rebecca let out a bitter laugh.
She retreated to her bedroom and gathered everything that reminded her of them.
By the time she was done, night had fallen. She grabbed her phone and opened Instagram.
Ariana’s latest post popped up.
“Just another day of being spoiled by my three princes.“?”
The selfie showed Ariana in a VIP hospital room, drinking Anton’s signature health soup, with Loki’s watch on the table and Darth’s jacket draped over a chair.
Rebecca hit “like” on the post, then stared at the three boxes she’d just packed.
Inside were gifts she’d received on her 18th birthday–family heirlooms from the Hemsworth, Madison, and Fraser families. Whichever gift she kept would signal which family she’d chosen for arranged marriage.
With her wedding already decided, it was time to give her final answer.
She called for a courier and handed over all three boxes.
‘Please deliver these to the addresses listed, exactly fifteen days from now.”
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