Rebirth of the Spurned Heiress

Synopsis

I was known throughout the elite circle as the ultimate high-maintenance princess—if it wasn't top-tier luxury, I wouldn't use it; if it wasn't custom-made, I wouldn't wear it. Julian Blackwood adored my spoiled, willful ways—until that backpack-toting intern, Tessa Finch, showed up. She was like a delicate little white flower, bare-faced and plain, claiming she'd prove herself through hard work. Julian's friends advised me, "Tone down that heiress temper of yours. Look how sensible Tessa is." Julian changed too. He started complaining that my perfume was too heavy, saying the scent of soap on Tessa was what realness smelled like. In my last life, I cried and tried to imitate that intern, turning myself into a laughingstock. Reborn into this life, Julian left me by the roadside, burning with a 39-degree fever, just to take Tessa to the hospital for a common cold. He had the nerve to say, righteously, "You have a private doctor. She only has me." Watching his frantic expression, I suddenly felt my stomach churn. Since when did I, Seraphina Ashbourne, have such terrible taste in men? How could I have ever believed that a man so blind and heartless was love? As their car disappeared into the distance, I dialed my father. "Dad, that marriage alliance you mentioned last time—is he better-looking than Julian? If he's handsome, that's enough. I'll marry him. Right now."