Blurb：
In this gripping reincarnation thriller, two brothers—Leo Miller and Caleb Hamilton—are reborn on the day of their adoption at St. Jude's Home for Boys. After a tragic past life where Caleb’s envy led to their deaths, the roles are reversed. This time, Caleb desperately chooses the humble mechanic Miller family, believing Leo’s previous life was a perfect indie romance. But Leo knows the truth: the Hamiltons—Chloe Hamilton and her cold, wealthy parents—are a vipers’ nest of old money and cruelty. As Leo steps into the Hamilton mansion, he holds the cards to manipulate Chloe Hamilton and secure the empire, while Caleb realizes too late that a loving home doesn’t guarantee happiness. Who will win in this high-stakes game of fate and revenge? Dive into a story of twisted families, dark secrets, and the ultimate payback.Content：
In my last life, my brother chose the Hamiltons and I was taken in by a mechanic.It was a disaster for him. The Hamiltons were a vipers’ nest of old money and cold shoulders. His new parents ignored him, and his adoptive sister, Chloe, and her pack of hyenas made his life a living hell. He ended up with nothing.
My life, on the other hand, played out like some indie romance movie. I had a warm, loving home, and somehow, the rich girl—the same Chloe Hamilton—fell desperately in love with my supposed "tortured artist" persona.
My brother killed me for it. He was consumed by a hatred so pure it was almost beautiful.
And then we woke up, right back in the sterile-smelling reception room of St. Jude's Home for Boys, on the day we were chosen.
This time, he didn't hesitate. He sprinted toward the mechanic and his wife.
"My brother, this time I'm going to be the one who wins," he’d whispered to me moments before, a feverish glint in his eye.
But he never understood. A winning hand isn't about the cards you're dealt. It's about how you play them.
1
So there we were. Reborn on adoption day.
The Hamiltons, one of Boston’s most powerful families, were here to select a son. At the same time, a mechanic—a man named Miller—and his wife were here to do the same.
The three Hamiltons were a portrait of old money, dressed in quiet luxury that screamed its price tag. Their daughter, Chloe, was a miniature queen in designer clothes, a delicate pout already fixed on her face. They were the kind of family you read about in magazines, the kind whose name even the state senator knew.
By contrast, the Millers looked worn down by life. Their clothes were clean but faded, their hands permanently etched with the ghosts of grease and oil. A deep, tired kindness radiated from them.
It didn't stop my brother, Caleb, from running to them as if they were the finish line of a marathon.
"Mom! Dad!" he cried, his voice thick with a calculated eagerness. "From now on, I'm a Miller!"
I watched his performance, a cold smile touching my lips, and quietly walked over to the Hamiltons.
Mrs. Hamilton’s perfectly sculpted eyebrows knitted together for a fraction of a second. She said nothing.
And just like that, the choices were made. We were led away to our new lives.
As I left, I overheard the director of the home muttering to an assistant.
"That's strange. Caleb always had such ambition. Why would he choose a mechanic?"
She couldn’t understand it.
But I knew exactly why.
2
In our first life, Caleb had schemed and scraped to become Caleb Hamilton. He thought he'd step into a world of privilege, maybe even spark a storybook romance with the beautiful Chloe.
Instead, Chloe had frozen him out with a single, contemptuous look.
"Don't think just because you live in my house you're my brother," she'd told him. "I can't stand social climbers like you. Stay away from me."
She mocked his ambition, called him a gold-digger, and led her clique in a relentless campaign of psychological warfare against him. Mr. and Mrs. Hamilton were no better. They'd only adopted him because some guru their mother consulted told them a boy born in his year would bring good fortune to the family business. They had no affection for him, and they certainly never intervened when their daughter was being cruel.
But me? The poor kid from the other side of the tracks? Chloe had found me fascinating.
"There's something about Leo Miller," she used to say to her friends. "He's… real."
When the Hamiltons eventually passed away, Chloe kicked Caleb out with nothing but the clothes on his back. Then she turned around and offered me the entire Hamilton empire on a silver platter, just for the chance to be my wife.
On our wedding day, Caleb, completely unhinged, plowed his car into mine. We died together and came back here.
So this time, he was desperate to be chosen by the Millers, desperate to live my "perfect" life.
He wanted it? Fine. He could have it.
3
Caleb was right about one thing: Chloe Hamilton’s cruelty didn't take long to surface. This time, however, it was aimed at me.
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