Chapter 1

Chapter 1

Sienna was obsessed with romance novels. She constantly dreamed of rescuing a broken, down-on-his-luck billionaire and becoming a wealthy lady overnight.

Because of this delusion, she started bringing home random strays from the street.

Until one day, a man covered in festering sores collapsed right outside our apartment door.

Being a medical resident, I recognized the signs of advanced syphilis immediately. I warned her repeatedly until she finally abandoned the idea of taking him in.

To our surprise, her best friend Chloe picked him up instead. That man turned out to be the estranged heir of a billionaire tycoon, and Chloe married into luxury.

Sienna resented me bitterly for ruining her golden ticket. On my birthday, she locked me inside my bedroom and set the apartment on fire.

No matter how much I banged on the door and begged for mercy, she refused to let me out. Through the burning wood, her cruel voice drifted in.

"You think you are so pure and righteous! You just didn't want me to live a better life than you. You dragged me down into the mud, and you don't deserve to be my sister!"

I was burned alive, my flesh charred beyond recognition.

When I opened my eyes again, I was back to the exact day Sienna found that diseased man outside our door.

This time, I stepped back quietly. If she wanted to ruin herself, I was more than happy to let her.

The phantom pain of blistering skin still lingered in my mind. In my past life, I had twisted the doorknob frantically, begging through tears.

"Sienna, stop playing around! It hurts so bad, please open the door, I am begging you!"

Outside, her voice was colder than ice.

"Nora, you ruined my chance at marrying into high society! Now someone else is living in luxury while I rot in this dump with you. You deserve to die!"

I had thought the fire was an accident, but it was premeditated murder.

Thick smoke had filled my lungs, making every breath feel like inhaling broken glass. The flames consumed my body until I collapsed onto the scorching floor.

If I had known that my well-intentioned medical advice would cost me my life, I would have never meddled in her business.

A sudden bright light pierced my vision. When my sight cleared, Sienna was standing right beside me, pointing at the bruised, festering man sprawled on our porch.

"Nora! Look at him! Do you think he could be some fallen billionaire heir? Female leads in novels always nurse injured billionaires back to health and marry into high society!"

Her excited expression felt completely surreal.

Had I really been reborn?

In my previous life, we had encountered this exact same scene after returning from work. Sienna had insisted this was her fairytale romance coming true.

Before this, she had dragged home an escaped psychiatric patient and a bridge-dwelling drifter, all to no avail.

She was hopelessly obsessed with billionaire romance tropes.

I was the one who always cleaned up her messes. Last time, my medical training allowed me to spot his syphilis at a single glance, so I pulled her away and explained the danger.

Sienna backed down out of fear, but her eyes were full of resentment.

Later, her best friend Chloe visited, took the man in, and ended up marrying him. That was when we found out he was the secret illegitimate son of the city's wealthiest mogul, whose legitimate heir had just died in an accident.

Sienna blamed me entirely, convinced I had stolen her destiny, and staged a fatal house fire to burn me alive.

In this new life, I decided to abandon my savior complex and let fate take its course.