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The world’s richest man commissioned a ten-billion-dollar ring, custom-made to my exact size, and declared he would marry whoever it fit. In my first life, the fake heiress secretly had the ring resized and married him. The magnate lashed her face raw and screamed, “It’s not her!” In my second life, my adopted sister lost sixty pounds to fit into the ring. The magnate shoved her from a balcony and snarled, “It’s not her either!” In my third life, my stepmother, in a grim act of determination, shaved the flesh from her own finger to force it on. The magnate just laughed coldly and drowned her in the bathtub. In my fourth life, they ran out of ideas. Terrified, they pushed me forward. I slipped the ring on. It was a perfect fit. The whole family breathed a sigh of relief. But the moment the magnate saw me, he drew a knife and gutted me, his voice a roar of despair: “How are you still not her? Where is she!” In this, my final life, the magnate’s secretary delivered the ring. This time, all four of us said it didn’t fit. But the secretary gave us a strange look. “Mr. Sterling was very clear. The owner of this ring is among you.