My arranged fiancé was chosen by lot

On my twentieth birthday, my parents placed a stack of photos in front of me—eligible bachelors from elite families all over the country—and told me to pick one for an arranged marriage.

I told my dad to leave it to fate and draw lots.

In my past life, I had chosen without hesitation the man I'd long admired: Neil Bauer, the most eligible bachelor of Astor Hill's elites.

But after we got married, I found out the truth.

His first love—the girl he had always held dear, Kama Sinclair—was devastated by our marriage. One night, heartbroken, she went out drinking and was assaulted by a group of thugs.

Kama attempted suicide three times after that.

And Neil blamed it all on me.

He handed over my family's fortune to Kama, draining every last cent from the Edwards.

In the end, Neil even helped her cut the brake lines on our car.

My parents and I died in that crash.

Now that I'd been given a second chance at life, the name I drew was Jared Mond—the reclusive heir from Orchard Valley, known for shunning the world and dedicating himself to Buddhism.

But when I showed up arm-in-arm with Jared at our engagement party, Neil lost his mind.