Chapter 1

1 After being reborn, I wasted no time whisking my parents away on a trip, leaving my wicked stepsister to rot at home.

Last time, she threw a wild party that ended with my mom burning to death in a raging fire.

And what did she do? She turned on me, sobbing to my dad, "Lindsey said she wanted to light fireworks inside! I tried to stop her, but...Mom was trapped! It's all my fault!"

I tried to explain, but my boyfriend at the time jumped in to sink me.

"I saw her buying those fireworks myself! Don't even try to deny it!" he sneered.

My dad, blinded by grief and rage, threw me in jail. I withered away and died behind bars.

Only after my death did I discover the truth: my boyfriend and stepsister were in cahoots. They set the fire to kill me and steal my inheritance.

Now I'm back, staring at the morning before that awful day.

...

My phone rang, jarring me back to reality.

Seeing Lindsey's name flash across the screen made my stomach churn. I picked up anyway.

"Linny here! Hey sis," Lindsey's voice chirped from the other end. "I'm thinking of throwing a little party at the house, but you know how uptight Mom and Dad get about messes..."

Before I could even say a word, she steamrolled on, "And I really wanna get some fireworks! Could you grab some for me? Don't tell Mom and Dad, okay?"

"You're the best, Lindsay. You always take care of me. You'd do anything for me!"

"It's no big deal, right?"

"Oh! And you should totally come to the party tonight. It'll be fun! You deserve a break from work."

She gushed and pleaded, not giving me a chance to respond before hanging up with a breezy, "Love you!"

A wave of nausea washed over me as I stared at my reflection, my forehead beaded with sweat.

I was really back. This was it.

When I was five, Mom and Dad adopted Lindsey.

I'd always treated her like a real sister.

And here we were, reliving the start of my personal hell.

She wanted fireworks and for me to lie to our parents.

Without a second thought, I agreed last time.