Reincarnated to the Day I Got a VillaChapter 1
My best friend gifted me a luxurious mansion. But my time enjoying it was short-lived. One night, as the world outside lay in silence, an intruder broke in, a glinting knife clutched in his trembling hand.
"Tristan, you framed me and sent me to prison! You destroyed my family! Go to hell!" he bellowed, his voice thick with fury and desperation.
Tristan was my best friend's name. The pieces fell into place in an instant—too late. I was nothing more than a scapegoat. And before I could even speak, cold steel slashed across my throat.
The pain was sharp, blinding and then... nothing. I collapsed, warmth pooling beneath me as my vision blurred. The last thing I heard before darkness swallowed me whole was the deafening crack of gunfire. The police had shot my attacker on the spot.
Then, amidst the chaos, he arrived. Tristan strolled in, cradling a woman in his arms, his lips curling into a sneer as he gazed down at my lifeless body.
"Charlie, thank you for dealing with my troubles and leaving me a fortune. I'll make sure to enjoy everything you left behind. Rest in peace."
My wife—the woman I had loved and trusted—nestled against his chest, her voice dripping with satisfaction. "Tristan, I told you I'd help you take everything from him. And I did."
When I opened my eyes again, I was no longer drenched in blood. Instead, I was standing in the golden afternoon light of a lavish estate.
——
In front of me stood Tristan, his face beaming with the same carefully measured sincerity. His suit was immaculate. And beside him, wearing a gentle smile, was my wife—Vanessa.
"Charlie, you've taken care of me all these years," Tristan said, his voice filled with warmth. "As a token of my gratitude, I want to gift you this mansion."
A strange chill crawled down my spine. The words were painfully familiar. My fingers curled into my palms as I forced myself to stay calm.
"You're a big-shot CEO now," he continued, gesturing toward the sprawling mansion behind him. "And with Vanessa by your side, you should have a place that matches your status."
A lump formed in my throat. This already happened.
Hearing that line again, the same one from my previous life, sent a shiver through me. I could still remember how I had eagerly accepted his "gift," oblivious to the trap he had so carefully laid.
But now I knew better.