Freya Stein was reborn to the day when she had to choose a fiancé.

In her past life, she had chosen the high and mighty scion of the Haretts, but Magnus Harett turned out to be a cold and unapproachable man.

On the day of their wedding, he lost his mind and ended up driving the car off the cliff while they were heading to the venue.

She ended up becoming disabled because of it, while he became paralyzed. Despite all that, she pushed herself to the limit and took care of him for the rest of his life.

As she was drawing her last breath, he regarded her icily and refused to save her.

“A nasty woman like her has no right to live. It’s time she goes to hell for what she has done to Ifrit.”

It was only then that she found out that Magnus had resented her all along because of what happened to the housemaid's daughter who committed suicide in their room.

Now that Freya had been given a second chance, she decided she would choose another man to fulfill his wish.

However, Magnus turned rabid on the day of her wedding. He showed up and wanted to stop her from marrying another man.

“No, I don't want to marry Magnus,” Freya Stein said firmly.

It was only at that moment that she registered that her body was intact.

She had been reborn to the moment when she had to choose a fiancé.

In her past life, she had chosen the high and mighty scion of the Haretts, but Magnus Harett turned out to be a cold and unapproachable man.

On the day of their wedding, he lost his mind and ended up driving the car off the cliff while they were heading to the venue.

She ended up becoming disabled because of it, while he became paralyzed. Despite all that, she pushed herself to the limit and took care of him for the rest of his life.

As she was drawing her last breath, he regarded her icily and refused to save her.

“A nasty woman like her has no right to live. It’s time she goes to hell for what she has done to Ifrit.”

It was only then that she found out that Magnus had resented her all along because of what happened to the housemaid's daughter who committed suicide in their room.

When she took her last breath, all she could hear was Magnus lamenting the loss of Ifrit Lovewell.

With that thought in mind, she suddenly picked up the pen and scratched out Magnus’s name, replacing it with Dominic Harett instead.

Noting her change of mind, Frederic Harett, the family patriarch, was caught off guard.

“You want to marry Dominic?” he asked.

“Haven’t you always feared him? I remember the way you would always hide whenever you saw him.”

Compared to Magnus who was excellent in every aspect, Dominic was a cripple and was known for always being in a sullen mood.

In her past life, she was terrified of him and rarely, if ever, interacted with him.

However, when she died and her corpse was left in the hospital with no one to claim it, it was Dominic who made arrangements to have her buried properly.

“Dominic has had mental illness since he was a child. Nobody can ever figure out what’s on his mind. Are you sure you want to marry him? It won’t be easy…”

Freya nodded, “I’m sure of it.”

In her past life, Dominic never got married.

She figured that if she chose him, she would not have to hurt anyone’s feelings and could simply live the rest of her life with him in peace.

She considered it a way of repaying him for his kindness in the past.

Frederic hesitated for a moment before proposing an alternative.

“Getting married is a serious matter and should not be taken lightly. Before your parents passed, they spent every cent they had to arrange a marriage with the Haretts for you so you could choose what kind of life you wanted to lead.

“Let’s do it this way: I will have two separate weddings secretly arranged for you in twenty days. All you need to do is choose which one to attend. That way, you can delay your decision until the very last moment.”

Freya wanted to decline but ended up nodding in agreement when she saw the sincere look in Frederic's eyes.

With that, she went back to her room.

As soon as she turned the corner, she spotted Magnus pinning Ifrit against the wall.

“Mr. Harett!” Ifrit cried. “I am just the lowly daughter of a housemaid, I wouldn’t dare to think I can be with you. Besides, you are engaged to Miss Stein.

“You belong to her, you should be with her!”

“Shut up.”

Magnus leaned over and bit her lips fervently while his eyes glowed red.

“Don’t you dare shove me off to someone else, Ifrit.

“If you didn’t love me, why would you sneak into my room to kiss me every night?”

He began to kiss her with a primal hunger again and again while repeatedly professing his passion for her.

When Ifrit surrendered in his arms, he cried tears of joy as if he had just found true happiness.

This was a side of Magnus Freya had never witnessed.

She felt a cold run through her, and the pain that pierced her heart seeped deep into her bones.

In her previous life, she did everything she could to please Magnus.

She picked up cooking, which she was never fond of, and she learned to dance even though she hated it. She even wore white dresses she disliked just to get his approval.

Despite all her efforts, he had always been icy toward her. All he did when he was told about the engagement was to grunt.

She assumed that was simply the way Magnus was, but now she realized it was because she could never evoke the other side of him.

She tried to sneak away, but Ifrit caught sight of her.

Ifrit panicked and ran after her, “Miss Stein, it’s not what you think it is! It’s just a misunderstanding. Nothing is going on between us. Please don’t fire me!”

Just as Freya was about to continue, she suddenly felt a mighty force tug at her toward the stairs.

She heard Ifrit scream.

Then, Magnus shoved Freya away before wrapping his protective arms around Ifrit.

Freya tumbled down the stairs and ended up smashing into the fish tank in the living room.

Countless shards of broken glass ripped into her flesh.

She was numbed by an indescribable pain and cried hysterically from the pulsing pain.

Her vision had turned blurry, but she could make out what seemed to be Ifrit pleading with Magnus to save her.

He put his arms around Ifrit as he dismissed her pleas.

“Don't worry about her. I promise you I won’t let anyone hurt you in this lifetime.”

In this lifetime!

Freya was astounded.

Magnus had also been reborn!

Was that why he had been so eager to profess his love to Ifrit?

Was it because he was afraid Freya would hurt Ifrit?

How dare he think so lowly of her after she had taken care of him in their past life!

Freya slept for an entire day in the hospital before finally coming to.

As soon as she opened her eyes, she was assaulted by the mighty crash of someone kicking the door to the ward open.

Magnus stormed up to her and hissed, “I was the one who pushed you down the stairs, so why did you have my grandfather punish Ifrit?

“He made her kneel on those shards of broken glass!”

“I didn’t…” Freya began, but Magnus was not interested in hearing her explanation.

He seized her by the neck with such force that she was convinced he was trying to strangle her.

“Do you think I’ll marry you just because you tried to chase Ifrit away with your nasty scheme?

“As if! I’ll never marry you in this lifetime! Even if Ifrit wasn’t around, I would never be with a foul woman like you.”

Freya turned pale.

She knew how he felt, so there was no need for him to remind her of that.

“I won't marry—”

She was just about to tell Magnus what she had in mind when someone suddenly came into the room.

“Mr. Harett? Miss Lovewell is awake. She’s been crying and is asking to see you.”

Magnus immediately lost his patience with Freya and shoved her away.

Then, he shot her a severe glare.

“Mark my words. I won’t let anyone get away with hurting Ifrit,” he warned.

“If you ever hurt her again, I will make sure you get it back in a hundredfold.”

Then he motioned for his men to take Freya away.

They dragged her out of the hospital and threw her into a pit dug into the soil.

Shortly after that, she heard a mighty crash followed by countless shards of broken glass raining down on her from above.

She barely had time to dodge and ended up getting cut apart by the shards.

Her previous wounds opened up again and trickled fresh blood.

She looked sickly and pale, but she still had to drag herself out of the pit while crying the entire time.

It took her over an hour to climb out.

She was still covered in blood and recovering from her daze when Magnus’s subordinate put a phone to her ear.

She heard Magnus's tender voice speaking to Ifrit, “I punished Freya for you. I hope you’re happy with that.”

Ifrit answered feebly, “Are you sure she’s okay? It must have hurt.”

“So what? It’s not like she doesn’t deserve it.”

Every word he uttered hurt Freya more than she could describe.

She gasped for air while feeling a furious jerk deep inside her heart. Her consciousness was fading away, and she soon plunged into the darkness.

After what seemed like ages, she slowly came to.

It was Magnus's determined cry that snapped her out of her sleep.

“I will never love Freya, let alone marry her!"

“Shut your mouth!” Frederic shouted as he slammed the table violently.

“If it wasn’t for her parents’ investment, the Haretts would have been doomed!

“We owe them a debt, and what you’re doing now is despicable and ungrateful! Don’t you know the family rules that—”

“The family rules state that the cost of leaving the family is to break an arm and be disowned for good,” Magnus finished for him.

“Well, as you are aware…” Frederic said solemnly, but before he could finish, Magnus looked into his eyes and declared firmly, “I accept the terms.”

Then he brutally snapped his left arm.

The horrifying sound of bones cracking filled the room.

He dropped to the ground while the color drained from his face.

He looked up at Frederic, his eyes red. “Now, can I pursue my love for Ifrit?”

Frederic was stunned.

Freya curled up and cried.

Ever since Magnus was three years old, his family had been educating him and preparing him to take up the reins of the family business.

He was destined to succeed the family, but he had given it all away just like that.

Freya realized Magnus loved Ifrit, but she never expected it to such an extent.

Frederic was similarly astounded.

“Do you love her that much?” he asked quietly.

“Yes,” Magnus replied calmly despite the pain.

“Ever since she rescued me from the lake five years ago, she has dominated my every waking thought. I will never fall in love with anyone else.”

Five years ago? It was Freya who saved him!

At the time, Freya had just arrived at the Haretts’ and saw Magnus fall into the lake.

She jumped in without a care for how cold the lake was in autumn. She was intent on rescuing him.

She even cut her waist against a branch, which permanently scarred her body.

She was overwhelmed with emotion and tried to crawl out of bed to tell Magnus the truth of what had happened.

It was then that Magnus suddenly declared again, “Don’t make me marry Freya again. I will never love her. Never!”

Freya was not prepared for the tremendous impact of his words.

It hit her like a sucker punch and knocked the wind out of her.

She clutched her chest tightly and could almost hear the sound of her heart breaking as the pieces plunged into the abyss.

Over the next few days, Magnus made a point of bringing Ifrit with him whenever they attended formal events.

It was his way of publicizing their relationship.

Although Freya did not want to pay attention to it, she would receive constant notifications on her phone because it was a trending topic on the news.

[Mr. Harett splurged a fortune at auction, just to make his lady happy!]

[Mr. Harett went on a pilgrimage and climbed ten thousand steps to obtain a talisman for his lady!]

[Mr. Harett had a diamond ring custom-made and is looking to propose soon…]

Freya tightened the strap on the wooden box lying out in front of her and smiled bitterly.

Magnus was doing everything she had done for him in the past.

Very well then, Magnus.

She lowered her eyes and went through the humiliating ritual of putting away everything she worked so hard to get for him in the past. This included the lucky charms she gathered and the dance shoes she bought when trying to learn to dance for him.

There were even thick sheets of recipes from when she had learned how to cook.

When she looked at her open wardrobe, she was nearly blinded by all the dresses that glowed radiant white.

A housemaid walked by just as she started tossing out each garment.

“Miss Stein! Why are you throwing them away? Don’t you like them anymore?” she cried out.

It was Magnus who liked them, not her.

She found it ridiculous that she had worn so many white dresses just to please him.

It was only later that she realized Magnus never liked white dresses, but he enjoyed seeing Ifrit in them.

“I just don't like them anymore. I don't like anything anymore,” she grunted in reply.

Just then, Magnus appeared behind her.

“What did you say?” he asked gravely.

She opened her mouth to speak, but he interrupted her crossly, “Whatever you say has nothing to do with me, just mind your own business and don’t bother Ifrit.

“If you behave, my family will not mistreat you.”

Then he handed her an invitation.

“This is an invitation to Ifrit's birthday party. She wants you to attend. You know what to do.”

The party was set ten days from now, also the day she was set to be married.

“I’m not available.”

Magnus paused for a moment.

Then a cold look filled his eyes.

“I can’t believe that you haven’t given up.

“Even if you plan a wedding with my grandfather, you know I will never attend it.

“Well… Suit yourself,” he said as he tossed the invitation at her before leaving.

Freya stared at him and murmured to herself, “I had given up a long time ago.”

After sorting everything out, she put all of her belongings on a second-hand market.

They were all sold within five minutes.

She was going to have a courier deliver them, but since the buyer was located only a short distance from her, nobody would accept the delivery ticket.

She decided she would deliver it herself.

When she arrived at the club, she walked along a dim corridor, and at one point, she heard a familiar voice coming from inside a private room.

It was Ifrit and her friends.

“You finally landed Mr. Harett, Ifrit! Looks like all your hard work has paid off,” a friend remarked enviously.

“If you sell all of this, it should be more than enough to pay off your debt!”

“Of course,” Ifrit said carelessly as she lit a cigarette.

“This is not even half of it. Magnus gave me more than this.”

They were all impressed as they flocked around her.

Then one of them suddenly blurted out, “You owe millions of dollars, don’t you? What will you do if Magnus ends up marrying Freya because of family pressure?”

“What is there to be worried about? There’s plenty more rich men out there,” Ifrit laughed.

“Besides, Magnus is completely obsessed with me. If he does end up marrying her, I’ll just fake an accident, maybe slit my wrist. I’m sure he’ll drop everything for me.”

Freya was flabbergasted.

So this was the explanation behind Ifrit slitting her wrist inside the master bedroom she shared with Magnus.

If Magnus realized it was all a ruse, would he still hold the same amount of resentment toward Freya?