Reborn Heiress：Choosing His Uncle Over Him

The Winston family was teetering on the edge of bankruptcy when Mr. and Mrs. Winston showed up at our doorstep, looking to arrange a marriage.

My father, knowing how deeply I'd loved Liam Winston for the past ten years, couldn't bear to see me heartbroken. He poured a billion-dollar investment into saving the Winstons and handed me over in marriage.

On our wedding night, Liam blindfolded me with red silk and took me—roughly, relentlessly, over and over.

A month later, I rushed to him with my pregnancy test, beaming with joy—only to overhear him at a bar, placing bets with his friends. "Guess who Evelyn Roscente slept with? Who do you think knocked her up?"

His friends laughed. "Liam, I only had her three times—no way it's mine."

"My money's on Ethan. He drove her wild that night. Ten grand says it's his!"

That's when it hit me: the man in my bed that night wasn't Liam. It was his friends. All of them.

I burst in, demanding answers, but he just shrugged coldly. "Why the tears? If it weren't for your family's money forcing Isabella to leave, none of this would've happened."

"I'll only let you go once Isabella forgives me."

Broken, I asked for a divorce. But he threatened me with the video from that night and locked me in the basement. "Don't be in such a hurry to leave. My friends and I still have a bet riding on who the father is."

Eight months later, I died giving birth in that cold, dark basement.

When I opened my eyes again, I was back—right at the moment the Winstons came proposing the marriage alliance.

This time, on what should have been my wedding day, Liam's eyes were red and swollen from crying.

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"Evelyn, Liam really does like you. He'd be over the moon if you married into our family."

I jolted awake to find Mr. and Mrs. Winston watching me with earnest expressions.

It hit me all at once—I had been reborn.

Mrs. Winston gently took my hand, smiling. "I know you've had a crush on Liam for ten years. If our families joined forces…"

My parents offered weak, awkward smiles.

They knew exactly why the Winstons were here—bankruptcy was looming, and they were desperate for our billion-dollar bailout.

They also knew how blindly I'd loved Liam.

They thought maybe—just maybe—I'd be happy married to him.

But now? I wished he were dead.

I snapped back to the present and cut her off. "I don't want to marry Liam."

The room went still. All eyes turned to me.

They were stunned. I'd spent years trailing after Liam like a lovesick puppy—who was I to suddenly say no?

Mrs. Winston stared in disbelief. "Evelyn, did you and Liam have a fight? I'll give him an earful when we get home."

I shook my head. "Don't bother."

Mr. Winston frowned thoughtfully. "Is this because of Isabella Evans?"

When I didn't answer, he sighed. "Isabella is just a scholarship student we sponsored. Liam was only being kind to her out of pity."

"Don't worry—the moment I get home, I'll make sure she's sent away. She won't come anywhere near Liam again."

In my past life, he'd said the same thing. All it did was make Liam hate me.

He was convinced I was the one who drove Isabella away.

Because of that, on our wedding night, Liam brought a dozen of his friends to take turns with me.

When I found out I was pregnant, he locked me in the basement and used my child as a sick betting game.

When my parents grew suspicious and came looking, Liam showed them the video from that night, his voice dripping with contempt. "This is the daughter you raised—sneaking around with countless men behind my back. Disgusting."

After watching, my parents were shattered. They never recovered.

Liam felt no remorse. He brought Isabella to see me, smirking. "Once your parents are gone, I'll take the Roscente Group and hand it to Isabella. Consider it my apology to her."

I died in despair during childbirth.

Remembering it all now, my hands trembled with rage. "Liam isn't worthy of me."

Mr. Winston's face darkened. "The Winston family may be in a rough spot, but if the Roscentes invest, I promise you won't regret it."

He wasn't wrong.

In my past life, after my parents' billion-dollar injection, the Winstons not only recovered—they thrived.

The Roscentes sat back and watched their investment grow.

This time, I wasn't going to walk away from that kind of return.

I met his gaze coldly. "I'll marry into the Winston family—but not Liam. I'll marry Ethan Lowell."

Silence.

Mr. Winston shot to his feet. "Ethan?! He's paralyzed! He can't even stand. Are you joking?"