Your sister, pregnant with your husbands child. Your brother, who stole your music and legacy, your husband, who only saw you as a source of wealth. Good night y/n. You were eventually murdered by this treacherous family. But then, you opened your eyes… to five years in the past? You won’t let your pathetic past repeat this time. You’ll make them pay for those 5 years of hell. Right where it hurts. Right where it stings. Don’t cry now. Your revenge is just starting. You’d rather go to hell than a heaven with regrets.

The car crashed into you. You lay on the floor, blood spilling around you.When did it all begin?Your sister halted. She exclaimed. She whirled around.

“How could you just hit her like that?!”

“If she’s dead, who’s going to compose my songs?!”

Your older brother said, in a hurried voice.

“What was I supposed to do then?! Let her go? She threatened to tell everyone what we did!”

Step, step. Your husband.

“What a shame. It’s a pity things had to end this way, y/n. I really did love you once, you know. Even though you were such a boring, fragile little thing.” He clasped an arm around your sisters shoulder. “But how was I supposed to restrain myself.. when a woman with a familiar face to yours, who radiated allure and openly flirted with me?”

Your sister stroked her stomach. “I’m sorry too, Y/n. I’m pregnant with your husband’s child.”

you felt tears roll down your cheeks. You trusted your family. You thought you loved them as much as they loved you. Your brother kneeled beside you.

“Poor Ariana. You’re bleeding quit heavily now. Well.. at least we won’t need any ink.”

He grabbed your hand, which had blood all over it and pressed your thumb onto a contract.

“Thank you. I’ll make sure to use your fortune well.”

Who knew they had been betraying me all along?

“Don’t worry. At your funeral I’ll make sure to play that dirge you wrote.”

If only.. if only you were given…you closed your eyes. Another chance at life…? You opened your eyes to see yourself in your bed. Past.