Chapter 1

1 Ashley's nanny's daughter, Tiffany, sold my eight-million-dollar yacht. Said I was constantly having abortions and needed the money donated to a temple to, you know, build up some good karma for me.

My brother, Jason, backed her up, totally throwing me under the bus.

My classmates turned it into a joke. My fiancé, Ethan, heard about it, thought I was way too wild, and broke off the engagement.

So, I called the cops. But they all ganged up, claimed I was crazy, and had me committed.

My family orchestrated my torture at the asylum, and I died young.

Then, I opened my eyes, and I was back on the day the yacht disappeared…

…

I woke up with a start. Tiffany was standing right there, arms spread out, defiantly blocking my path.

She flinched when she saw the pure hatred in my eyes, then put on this pathetic, pleading expression.

"Why did you have to show off your yacht? Couldn't you have just taken everyone to a fancy restaurant?" she whined. "Ethan, look at her! Just graduated and she's already so extravagant! She'll bankrupt us!"

Ethan, seeing my face, immediately pulled Tiffany behind him.

"Enough, Ash. Tiffany already sold the yacht. Just take your friends home."

He bent down and tucked a stray hair behind Tiffany's ear. They exchanged a smile, like selling my eight-million-dollar yacht was nothing.

Their smugness made me sick to my stomach. "Grandma gave me that yacht. Who are you two to touch my things?"

Jason stared at me, shocked, like he couldn't believe I was defying him. "Ashley, don't you know who's going to be running things around here?"

I didn't before, but after dying, I knew. I was the true heir to the family fortune.

The memory of my past life sent a chill down my spine. My voice turned icy. "Oh, so the nanny's daughter steals the employer's yacht, and my brother defends the thief. Guess I have to call the cops before you two confess."