His Wife by Fate, His Ruin by Choice

The richest man in the capital, Victor Lane, had been chasing me for five years, but I never even glanced at him. Because to him, I was just one of many “blind box” wives he planned to collect.

As long as you were chosen on the eve of his wedding, you’d become the richest man's wife. And I knew without a doubt, I was bound to be picked.

I had already died once. In my previous life, I was the chosen bride, the one everyone envied.

On our wedding day, he got drunk and missed a call from his adopted sister, the only woman he truly loved and mourned when she died suddenly, Julia Watson.