The Ashford Group went bankrupt, and all the executives ended up in prison.
My father, loyal to old friendships, had pulled strings to save two sons from the Ashford family. But to make it work, he decided they needed to marry into our family instead of the other way around.
I got to choose first, and I picked Damien Ashford—the Ashford family heir, a financial genius who'd been confined to a wheelchair for years due to his illness.
My stepsister, Ashley Brooks, ended up marrying Julian Ashford, the illegitimate son who had severe mental health issues and a violent temper.
After we got married, I spent every penny I had finding doctors to cure Damien's legs. I did everything in my power to help him rebuild the Ashford Group from the ground up.
He made it back to the top again.
But the night before he was supposed to hold our wedding ceremony, he tied me up in an abandoned house on the outskirts of town.
""This is all your fault. You stole Ashley from me. If you'd let her choose me first, Julian never would've killed her. You ruined both of us. You're the one who should die!""
I died in that fire, wearing my wedding dress, watching the flames close in with nothing but despair.
When I opened my eyes again, I was back at the moment when my father told us to choose our husbands.
This time, I'd let Ashley choose first.
""Ashley, why don't you go ahead and pick?""
