Reborn on My Wedding Night:The Billionaire Bride's Revenge

Everyone said I was the luckiest woman alive, marrying into the Farley family—a dynasty that had stood for a century.

But on my wedding night, I ripped off my veil, walked straight into a nightclub, and ordered myself a pretty boy.

The next morning, I stood in front of everyone and announced I wanted a divorce.

Sylvester Farley, left alone all night, stood in the crowd. His face was murderous.

I just smiled. Bright and wide.

Because in my last life, I'd handed this man the crown jewels of my family's empire with both hands.