The Day I Chose Power
On the day of my coming-of-age ceremony, all three of my fiancés showed up with the worst reports from their family-run businesses.
My father had declared that I would marry the one who could bring the greatest benefit to our family.
However, all three of them had already fallen for a penniless scholarship girl named Amelia Jones, and none of them wanted me.
In my previous life, I kept them close, mentored them, and poured my resources into helping them rise.
By the time they had each become powerful men in my family, they repaid me by framing my father, getting him arrested, and making him age more than 10 years overnight.
He was dragged to prison.
Me? They hired a crew of street thugs to brutalize me, leaving me to die while my private photos spread across the internet.
As life slipped away, I heard their sneering voices:
"Did you really think we ever liked you? Everything we did was for Amelia."
"If you hadn't chained us to your side, we'd have married her long ago, we'd have a house full of kids by now!"
"You and your father ruined her future. She couldn't afford college because of you. She had no choice but to jump!"
Then I opened my eyes: reborn on the very day of my coming-of-age ceremony.
I pulled my father aside, looked him in the eye, and said,
"I'm an adult now. Throw them out. Strip them of every business and every asset we gave them."
"I'm not choosing any of them. I chose Bruce Sullivan, the Don of the Sullivan family."