Reborn to Rule,I Let My Sister Marry My Psycho Ex-Husband

Chloe and I are biological sisters. The difference is, she is the golden child of the Vance family, shining in the spotlight, while I am the illegitimate daughter kept in the dark. When the ultra-wealthy Sterling family came looking for an alliance, they specifically asked for my hand in marriage. But Chloe insisted on taking my place, stealing the engagement for herself. I was left with no choice but to marry a grease-monkey mechanic. But nobody expected the mechanic to strike it rich overnight, turning me into the envied wife of a billionaire CEO. Now, having regressed back to the day it all started, Chloe suddenly announced she wanted to marry the mechanic. I secretly smiled. She has no idea what kind of monster he truly is behind closed doors. I am more than happy to watch her step into hell, one pace at a time. The Sterling family’s heir wanted to ally with the Vance family through marriage to boost his standing. At the dinner table, Victoria brought this up to us. "The Sterlings want to form an alliance, and they specifically asked for Elena. However, the Hayes family also brought up the marriage agreement recently. “ “I think it’s best if Chloe marries into the Sterling family, and Elena marries into the Hayes family." Victoria’s voice was casual, stripping away my future with a single, effortless sentence. "Mom! Let me marry into the Hayes family!" Hearing this, Chloe gasped slightly, shot me a sharp look, and immediately answered. She was absolutely terrified that I would snatch the opportunity away. "If there are no objections, I will arrange the marriage with the Sterlings... wait, what?!" Victoria froze, her eyes wide with sheer disbelief. She had already rehearsed the excuses to force the poor mechanic onto me, never expecting her precious daughter to volunteer. The arrangement with the Hayes family was a debt of honor left by our deceased father. When Richard was alive, he survived a horrific car accident because Mr. Hayes happened to pass by and dragged him out of the burning wreck. Although Richard passed away a few years later anyway, he had made a solemn vow to marry one of his daughters into their family to repay the debt. "Chloe, stop playing around! Marcus Hayes is just a mechanic. How could he possibly be worthy of your status?!" "The Hayes family is just working-class. Sending them an illegitimate daughter is already more than they deserve!" "You are the true heiress of this family. How can you even think about marrying someone like him?!" "Mom, you’ve always pampered and loved me while neglecting Elena. My conscience has always bothered me. Besides, the Sterlings originally wanted Elena anyway. “ “If we swap places, we’ll have to go through their approval, which might ruin our business relationship. Just let Elena marry the Sterling heir. I’ll marry Marcus!" Victoria flatly refused at first, but Chloe went on a strict hunger strike, refusing to eat a single bite until Victoria gave in. She was dead set on marrying Marcus. With the Sterling family pressing for an answer, Victoria had no choice but to agree. "My poor child, you’re going to suffer so much marrying that mechanic," Victoria said, holding Chloe’s hand, her voice a mix of pity and frustration. "Don't worry, Mom. Marcus is going to achieve great things, I know it!" With that, Chloe turned her head and glared at me. "Congratulations on marrying into the Sterlings, Elena. I’m happy for you." I knew right then—she had reborn too. After all, in our previous life, she had eagerly followed Victoria’s lead and pushed the "debt-repaying" marriage with Marcus onto me. Now, she was glowing with pride for stealing this marriage. Little did she know, she was willingly stepping into a filthy, abusive hellhole.Though Chloe and I share the same father, Chloe is the legitimate heiress. I am merely the result of a drunken mistake my father made with one of our housemaids. Chloe never missed a chance to mock my status, and Richard viewed me as a stain on his reputation. He treated me with cold indifference, bringing me into the house only to save face in high society. In our past life, Chloe was incredibly jealous of the Sterling family's interest in me. Since one of us had to marry Marcus, she looked down on him for being a mere mechanic and eagerly took my place with the Sterlings. Later, Marcus started his own company. Step by step, he grew it into a Fortune 500 giant, even showing signs of overtaking the Sterlings. And I, as his wife, became the envied spouse of a billionaire CEO, put on a pedestal by everyone. Yet, I lived every single day on thin ice, paralyzed by fear. Right when his company was about to go public, one of his main products was investigated for severe safety violations. While he was frantic and desperate, someone gave him a suggestion, and he suddenly remembered me. I was exceptionally beautiful. Though born to a maid, I had a striking, ethereal look. He started dragging me to every business gala—events he had previously banned me from attending. Whether it was a massive corporate party or a private gathering, I had to be there. And these parties all had one thing in common: the presence of Robert Higgins, the greasy, morbidly obese chairman of Higgins Enterprises. Finally, during a private lounge party, Marcus leaned in and whispered in my ear: "Elena, you have to help me. Once I secure the market, you’ll live like a queen." I nodded, agreeing to his request. Shortly after, he excused himself to go to the restroom and never returned. From that night on, Robert Higgins treated me with bizarre respect and began throwing massive financial backing behind Marcus. The IPO went incredibly smoothly, and Marcus's wealth skyrocketed. As Marcus's power grew, clients constantly tried to send beautiful women his way. But Marcus always declined. Gradually, he built a reputation in New York as the ultimate "devoted husband," and our marriage was hailed as a modern fairy tale. Meanwhile, my sister would stare at me with pure, unadulterated hatred every time she heard people praising my life, as if she wanted to tear me apart. I could only laugh bitterly in my heart. He only kept up the act to control me, ensuring I would keep his darkest secret. A secret that, if exposed, would ruin us completely, leaving us in a living hell.Because Marcus had proposed early on, and the Sterling contract was finalized later, Chloe’s wedding was set a few months before mine. Chloe was happily picking out designer wedding dresses and diamond rings when Marcus suddenly showed up, claiming his family was too poor to afford a proper wedding. In a fit of rage, Chloe smashed everything in her room, scattering custom jewelry and designer clothes all over the floor. In the end, Victoria, heartbroken for her daughter, stepped in and offered to have the Vance family fully fund the wedding. Only then was Chloe appeased. In our past life, Marcus had used the exact same excuse. But Victoria had pretended not to know, coldly stating that a married couple should fund their own wedding. Marcus had simply told me to endure it, promising he would make it up to me once we were rich. So, enduring the mockery of New York’s elite, I packed my bags and took a cheap cab to Marcus's cramped apartment. But in this life, Ethan was the sole heir of the Sterling empire. Naturally, his family spared no expense, making our wedding a lavish, breathtaking affair. Though Chloe’s wedding was grand, it paled in comparison to mine. She looked almost deformed with jealousy when she arrived. Even standing on the altar, I could feel her venomous gaze locking onto me from the guest seats. But then, thinking of the glorious future she believed was waiting for her, she calmed down. When I went around offering toasts, she leaned in and whispered: "That precious groom of yours looks like he’s going to kick the bucket any day now, Elena. You better prepare your black dress." In our past life, Ethan, the highly anticipated heir, went missing during a business trip. Despite the Sterling family deploying massive resources, they found nothing, and he was eventually presumed dead. During the search, the Sterling family collapsed after being exposed for trafficking counterfeit pharmaceuticals and bribing government officials. Ultimately, they declared bankruptcy. Desperate to find a way out, Chloe threw herself into the arms of Julian Carter, a notorious playboy. But during a gala, the old Mrs. Sterling caught them red-handed in a private room, nearly fainting from rage. The old lady used her remaining influence to completely banish Chloe from high society, turning her into New York's ultimate laughingstock. My face remained calm as I replied: "I wish you and Marcus eternal happiness too, Chloe." Seeing that I wasn't bothered in the slightest, her elegant mask cracked. She gritted her teeth and hissed: "Thank you, Elena." Seeing Chloe look so miserable brought a wave of satisfaction over me. Suddenly, I felt a strange gaze on me. I looked back and realized it came from Marcus's direction. He seemed busy raising his glass to some CEO, never once looking my way. But I was absolutely certain that the snake-like, calculating stare belonged to him.My wedding with Ethan started at noon and lasted until late at night. The wedding of a Sterling heir was more than just a ceremony; it was a massive networking event for the elite. As the new daughter-in-law, I couldn't afford a single slip-up, which meant I barely ate a thing during the banquet. As the eldest son, Ethan had even more to handle. I was sent back to his private villa first to rest. Starving, I changed into comfortable loungewear and headed downstairs to the kitchen, but found nothing. Only half a pack of dry pasta and a few raw ingredients. Although I was neglected in the Vance house, they never actually starved me to keep up appearances. Only on the rare occasions when Victoria took Chloe to galas and "accidentally" forgot to bring me along—and "accidentally" forgot to leave food—was I forced to cook. But my attempts at cooking were always an absolute disaster. Staring at the dry pasta, I sighed, pulled out my phone, and resignedly searched for a tutorial. As I was fully concentrated, a male voice echoed from behind: "Are you cooking downstairs? Can I have a bowl too?" The sudden voice startled me, and a droplet of water hit the hot pan, sending hot oil splattering everywhere. Ethan was quick. He instantly pulled me into his chest, shielding me from the hot oil. Breathing in the faint scent of alcohol on him, I froze. My body went completely stiff, and I totally forgot about the pan until a burnt smell wafted through the kitchen. "Oh no!" I gently pushed Ethan away, only to find my precious pasta was already a burnt, sticky mess. "Looks like I won't be getting any," Ethan said, leaning against the counter with his arms crossed, a soft smirk playing on his lips. "My bad. I forgot you’ve been busy all day without eating. To make it up to you, let me cook." "But there's no more pasta..." "Oh?" Ethan reached into the top cabinet and pulled out a brand-new pack of spaghetti, looking at me with amusement. I felt my face turn bright red, an intense wave of embarrassment washing over me. "It's fine. It's normal to be unfamiliar with the kitchen since you just moved in." Sensing my embarrassment, Ethan comforted me, the gentle smile never leaving his face. Feeling a bit stubborn, I grabbed my phone and turned away, pretending to ignore him. Watching me pout at the dining table, Ethan’s smile widened. After a moment, I heard the sound of water boiling and couldn't help but peek over my phone. It was actually quite funny. I, the neglected daughter, was a disaster in the kitchen, while the pampered, golden heir of the Sterling family was incredibly skilled at cooking. Maybe it was the warmth of the kitchen, or maybe I was just exhausted from the long day, but as I stared at his back, my eyes grew heavy, and I drifted off to sleep. I don’t know how much time passed, but a light tap on my forehead woke me up. I opened my eyes to see Ethan setting down two plates of pasta. I rubbed my forehead, looking at him defensively. "You..." "Sorry. You looked so cute sleeping, I couldn't resist waking you up like that." He apologized immediately, leaving me with nothing to complain about. Even though he was smiling, why did he feel so teasingly mischievous? I ignored him and picked up my fork, focusing on my food. "I actually thought your sister would be the one marrying me," he said, breaking the silence. My heart skipped a beat, though my face remained expressionless. Could he be reborn too?