Reborn Heiress: Marrying The Disabled Billionaire

I was the sole heir to the Webster fortune, set to marry the man of my dreams and live happily ever after.

But instead of a wedding, my fiancé and my step-sister gave me a brutal shove off a penthouse balcony.

As I plummeted towards the New York concrete, I saw them standing side-by-side, looking down at me with cold indifference and a triumphant smirk.

"Everything that belongs to the Websters is mine now, sister!" my step-sister laughed, her voice cutting through the wind.

"Don't blame us. You were just in the way," my fiancé added.

The truth hit me harder than the fall itself. His romantic proposal, her sweet sisterly hugs, our shared future—it was all a meticulously crafted lie to steal the company my grandfather left me.

My spine shattered into a thousand pieces as I hit the rooftop below. Lying in a pool of my own blood, struggling to breathe, I was consumed by a crushing wave of nausea and regret.

Why was I so incredibly naive? How could I have blindly trusted the vipers living under my own roof, letting them take everything I loved?

In my final agonizing breath, I screamed silently for just one more chance to make them pay.

Then, a blinding white light flashed, and I opened my eyes to the scent of clean linen.

I was back in my own bed, exactly seven days before the wedding.

This time, I would be the one doing the pushing.