Reborn While My Brother Stole My Wife I Conquered the CapitalChapter 1
In my past life, I vanished on my way back to my hometown.
By the time they found me, I was lying in a cornfield beside the village idiot, my clothes torn open. The mob branded me a rapist, shattered my legs with iron pipes, and dragged me off to prison.
My younger brother stole my identity. He took my university admission letter and went to the capital in my place.
But his stolen life didn't go as planned. For three years, wealthy second-generation students tormented him like a dog. Eventually, he was framed for a crime, thrown in prison, and finally jumped off a building to end his misery.
As for me, I was released due to insufficient evidence.
The following year, the "fool girl" was reclaimed by her father—the richest man in the region. It turned out she wasn't a fool at all. She had feigned madness to survive the schemes of her stepmother and stepsister.
And I? I had been knocked unconscious by thugs hired by her stepsister, used as a pawn to frame her.
After my release, I inherited a multi-billion-dollar family business, cleared my name, and moved abroad, leaving the envious villagers choking on their regret.
Now, I was back.
But this time, my younger brother beat me to the cornfield.
When I arrived with the search party, he was rolling around in the dirt with the woman who had been my wife in my previous life.
Seeing us approach, he smirked, his eyes gleaming with triumph.
"Little brother, she's quite a catch. In this life, it's my turn to enjoy her. You can go rot at that crappy university."
I stepped forward, intending to pull him off her, but the woman lunged and sank her teeth into my arm.
To my shock, she shielded my brother, glaring at me with venomous eyes.
"I won't let you touch him!"
I swallowed the bitterness rising in my throat.
That very night, I boarded the train to the capital.
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I left my brother standing in the cornfield, his clothes disheveled, grinning like a man who had finally snatched the trophy he had always coveted.
"Mom! Dad! I want to marry her! I'm going to take responsibility for the fool—I mean, Jasmine McLaughlin!"
The smugness on his face landed like a fist to my chest.