My Husband and Brother Killed Me For Her

My fiancé and brother both fell in love with the student I sponsored, and for her sake, they were willing to strangle me to death without a second thought. They squandered my fortune, destroyed my company, and in the end, heartlessly left my remains in the wilderness to be devoured by wild beasts! After death, as I opened my eyes once more. I discovered that God had sent me back to the very day I sponsored that wicked woman! Reborn, I swore an oath to make them pay a price steeped in blood. After exacting my revenge, I rose to become the CEO of a publicly listed company, living a life of bliss— Yet, my fiancé and brother, filled with remorse, sobbed and pleaded for my forgiveness. Cuddled in the arms of my handsome husband, I coldly laughed and said, "Forgiveness? Go to hell!" 01 “Knock, knock, knock.” The sound of someone knocking on the door jolted me awake. It was only then that I realized I had been reborn. Standing at the door was Sandra Haney, looking at me cautiously, her expression timid. In my previous life, I had been deceived by that very look. "Hello. Did I wake you?" she asked softly, her head bowed. I unconsciously clenched my hands and forced myself to calm down. "No, it's fine. Come in." In my past life, people around me had warned me, "I keep seeing that girl sneaking through your things. You should be careful." At the time, I thought they were being overly suspicious and never gave Sandra a second thought. That was, until I caught her cheating with my fiancé and entangled with my brother. "Whatever happens, just come at me. Don't hurt Sandra." They all chose Sandra without hesitation. In fact, to protect her reputation, they even had me strangled to death. Now, I was sitting on the sofa, and Sandra was still standing in front of me, her head lowered. I couldn't help but notice how she was scanning the room, her eyes full of barely-contained desire. "Alisha, who is this girl?" Just then, my brother Tristan Hinton came downstairs and walked into the scene. Before I could say anything, Sandra spoke up, her voice soft and almost innocent, "Hello. I'm Alisha's sponsored student. I have nowhere to stay, so Alisha kindly brought me here." Hearing that, Tristan, just like in my past life, was immediately drawn to her vulnerable, delicate demeanor. "Which school are you from? You're quite beautiful." "Thank you," Sandra said, lowering her head. "I'm studying Computer Science at Asoham University. I'm a senior this year." She spoke with a hint of grievance in her voice. When Tristan saw her on the verge of tears, he hurried to wipe them away and instructed me to prepare a room for her. "Alisha, you're being unreasonable. You can't just leave Sandra standing there. Go, prepare a room for her." "I'm afraid she won't be comfortable in any other room. Why not let her stay in your room?" The moment Tristan saw Sandra, it was as if he had been hypnotized. When he saw that I wasn't moving, he urged me again. I rolled my eyes. "Tristan, are you out of your mind? Who do you think you are, ordering me around?" The room went quiet for a moment, but I remained calm. For all these years, I had single-handedly supported the family business. I was the true power in the Hinton family. In the past, I had been too easygoing, letting them walk all over me. But not this time. Seeing my response, Tristan looked embarrassed. "She's your sponsored student, and now you're giving me this attitude?" I smirked. "Then I'll stop sponsoring her. Seems like it's too much trouble." When Sandra heard this, she panicked and immediately dropped to her knees in front of me. She didn't hold back, playing the victim to the fullest. "I'm so sorry, Alisha. I didn't mean to upset you. Please, don't stop sponsoring me. If you do, I really won't make it." Moved by her act, Tristan rushed to pull her up. "Don't worry, I'm here. You won't have to worry about anything." "Even if she stops sponsoring you, I'll help you out with money." He glared at me, full of disdain. I almost wanted to applaud their performance, but before I could, the doorbell rang again. When I opened the door, my fiancé, Darron Roy, was standing there. He walked in uninvited, holding some gifts. "What's going on? It feels a bit tense in here." Darron affectionately ruffled my hair, but I turned my head to avoid him. His hand dropped to an empty space, and he looked at me, confused. Before I could respond, Sandra, with a pitiful expression, spoke up, "It's all my fault. I made Alisha angry." Only then did Darron notice that she was still kneeling on the floor. A look of surprise crossed his face. As he looked at her, I suddenly realized—there had always been something between them. The Roy family was on the decline, and Darron, a man who cared about his image, couldn't assert his dominance over me. So, naturally, he had turned his attention to my sponsored student. "Alisha, why get worked up over a little girl? For my sake, let it go." At that moment, both Darron and Tristan pulled Sandra up, half-pleading, half-demanding that I let her stay. But I wasn't having it. I knew exactly what kind of people they were. They always held high standards for others, but when it came to their own messes, they were completely reckless. "Sandra, go with me. You can stay in the room next to mine." When I didn't speak, Tristan took it upon himself to drag Sandra away. To my surprise, she didn't resist. "Stop." I took a sip of my coffee. "Tristan, I've realized you're not just an i***t—you're heartless. That room next to Mom's—no one stays there unless I'm dead." I had cherished my mother's room for so many years, and I wasn't about to let anyone violate that. My parents passed away young, which was why, in my previous life, I had pitied Sandra, who had suffered the same loss. But this time, I wouldn't let Tristan get away with it. "So, what do you want me to do? Where should she stay?" I looked up and gave a light smile. "Why not prepare the maid's room downstairs? After all, she's not some pampered young lady." As soon as I said it, Tristan exploded. "Are you out of your mind? That's insulting!" "Sandra is a guest, not a maid. Don't you think you're constantly reminding her of her place?" I sneered. "Insulting her? Are you really this stupid? I've paid for her tuition and living expenses for years—she eats my food, and drinks my water—and you call that insulting? She's the one who's high and mighty. Fine, tell her to give me back every penny, and pay me a thousand for rent. I'll make sure she gets a VIP room!"