Destiny Heist: Reborn Brother vs Reborn Me

In my past life, after being sponsored by the Jennings, I no longer had to work day and night to scrape together my tuition fees. This meant I had more time to focus on my studies.

As a result, on the eve of my graduation, I secured an opportunity for an advanced course of study abroad based on my excellent grades.

I was away for three years. I thought I could achieve something upon returning and build a good life through my own efforts, but I unexpectedly lost the most important person in my life.

After returning, at Mr. Jennings' suggestion, I married his daughter, Macy Jennings.

I agreed readily. He thought it was to repay his kindness, but he didn't know I was actually seeking revenge.

My lover had died under Macy's car. However, the Jennings covered up the fact that Macy was driving under the influence, allowing her to walk free. The victim's family didn't receive any compensation. Their already ill health worsened from the shock, and they died of depression.

After getting married, I learned why Mr. Jennings insisted on marrying Macy to a poor boy like me with no background.

It was because no respectable family was willing to have her.

Macy frequented various pleasure establishments daily. Any man was welcome, and she had no restraint. During one drunken episode, she contracted an incurable disease—AIDS.

Mr. Jennings knew his daughter's days were numbered and urgently sought an obedient son-in-law. Through scientific intervention, he hoped she could give birth to a normal child so that someone could inherit their large family business.

What he didn't expect was that while I agreed to marry Macy, I refused to touch her.

It was because I cherished a deceased person in my heart. Moreover, Macy was the murderer who took my lover from me.

However, Macy had me tied to a chair, where she then slit both our arms and smeared her virus-laden blood onto my wound.

Since Macy couldn't get what she wanted, she would drag me to hell with her.

After being infected, I tried to gather evidence of the Jennings family's crimes as quickly as possible. One night, through a crack in the study door, I saw Mr. Jennings wiping tears while sighing over a photo.

When I took a closer look, I saw that it was a photo of the woman I'd loved most.