Reborn to Ruin the CEO,I Swapped the Bride and Let Him Beg

When Rhys Gilbert's sworn sister and I were stabbed to death together, he was at a concert with his little canary.

The kidnappers called him. "Rhys Gilbert. Two women. Only one lives. Choose."

Rhys hung up.

He had a thing about crowds—hated them, actually. But that night, he stayed with his precious songbird until the encore faded and the lights came up.

By the time they found us, our bodies had long gone cold.

He sighed. "I thought it was a scam call."

A pause. Then: "They did die because of me, I suppose. If there's a next life, I'll treat them better."

Next life?