After Swapping Marriage with My Sister, I Married the CEO

Before I died in my previous life, I heard a heavy thud beside my ear—it was Ivy's body hitting the ground right after mine. She had decided to die with me, her hatred so deep that she wanted to take me with her. Now, Ivy took the initiative once again, grabbing the immediate cash benefits and trying her best to match me with Mr. Wells. "I heard that Mr. Wells rarely socializes and loves mathematics. My sister Elaine is also a straight-A student. I believe they must have a lot in common." She wanted me to marry Leonard? To become the plaything of her perverted husband from her previous life while she took the five million and lived a carefree life? I was reborn, not amnesiac. Seizing the opportunity, I snatched the check from her hand. I returned it to Grace with respect. "Grace, thank you and Mr. Wells for your kindness. But we cannot accept such a valuable gift. Although our family isn't well off, Grandma taught us to be down-to-earth and kind. Saving you that day was just a simple act of kindness, so you're welcome." After saying that, I stood up and glanced at Mr. Wells, who was sitting silently beside me. To be honest, he was incredibly handsome. If it weren't for my rebirth, no one would believe that behind his refined appearance lay such a twisted mind. Ivy thought she had control over the script of this twisted tale, planning to take advantage of me and push me into the fire pit. Then let’s all give up something. "Elaine, are you stupid?" Ivy scolded me when we got home. "Grace is worth tens of billions, and Mr. Wells is her only son. He’s introverted and not good at socializing. He can't manage a company. It’s clear that Grace wants to pass all her property to a trustworthy woman. Why would you give up such a good opportunity?" She urged me, "Elaine, even if you don’t consider us, think about Grandma. We’ve been without parents since we were young, and it was Grandma who raised us with great difficulty. Don’t you want to create a better life for her in her later years?" I smiled and said, "I'll graduate next year. I'm confident I can find a good job and take care of Grandma. I will not marry him. If you don’t want to give up, why don’t you choose to marry Leonard?" "Aren’t you making things difficult for me?" Ivy looked at me with tears in her eyes. "You know that Evan and I have been together for almost a year. Would I betray Evan just to be with Leonard? Grace gave us three more days to think about it. Elaine, just agree to marry Mr. Wells, please!" She made it sound as if she wasn’t the one who dumped her boyfriend in her previous life. But just as I kicked Ivy out of my room, something happened to Grandma. She suddenly fainted while closing her stall at night and was rushed to the hospital in critical condition. The doctor said it was a cerebral infarction caused by acute allergies, accompanied by complications from her long-term diabetes. But they couldn’t identify the allergen that triggered it. When Grandma fell ill, Ivy was the only one by her side. Only Ivy knew what she had eaten...

The cost of the intensive care unit was six thousand dollars a day. By the third day of my grandmother's stay, my only savings of twenty thousand dollars had been used up. I couldn’t get through to Ivy on the phone, so I sent her a message saying that I was going to sign a gift agreement with Grace. Sure enough, she showed up at the coffee shop where we had agreed to meet on time. I agreed to marry Grace's son Leonard, and Ivy was satisfied to receive five million dollars, but the condition was that she had to use half of the money to treat our grandmother's illness. Ivy readily agreed. Rather than being unhappy about losing half of her money, I believe she was happier to see the miserable state I would be in after marrying Leonard. A week later, Grandma was transferred from the intensive care unit to the general ward and was out of danger. Leonard and I got our marriage certificate and moved into the villa that Grace bought for us. On my wedding night, I laid out a whiteboard, pens, and a stack of advanced mathematics textbooks that I had prepared in advance. When Leonard came out of the bathroom, his face turned as pale as frost. I felt a little pleased with myself. His Adam's apple bobbed nervously, "What are you going to do?" Possibly because I had set the temperature in the bedroom too high, He walked to the bedside, picked up a glass of water, and drank it all in one gulp. I lay on the mattress, sitting like a well-behaved student, tilting my head and looking at him calmly. "Of course, let’s play some exciting games that only adults are qualified to play—calculus." Calculus. Leonard frowned even more tightly as he watched me eagerly walk to the whiteboard and write a bunch of f(x) equations. "Where should we start?" I paused and blinked at him. "Partial equations? Differential equations? Or limit derivatives? Newton and Leibniz are all entry-level. How about I give you some more difficult ones? Yang-Mills existence and mass gap hypothesis, or Navier-Stokes equations. Have you read them?" However, the next second, these vicious numerical formulas from my mouth were fiercely sealed by two warm lips! "No...wait!" I didn't understand the situation at all. I pulled myself away from his soft, aggressive kiss and took a breath. "Leonard, this isn't how your wedding night should be!" He wrapped his strong arms around me and looked at me with affectionate eyes. "Do you know how sexy it is when you say the Navier-Stokes equation? I just want to study the limiting negative distance deviation with you now." Limit? Negative...negative distance? Oh my goodness! On the morning after my wedding, I woke up in Leonard's tight embrace. He was probably too tired from last night and hadn’t woken up yet. The sunlight filtered through the gap in the clear white curtains and fell on his thick eyelashes, causing a slight tremor with his breath. My face flushed as I recalled every detail of last night, feeling confused. Is Leonard the pervert that Ivy mentioned? Although he was a bit crazy and perverted when he tormented me last night, he would kiss me tenderly, listen carefully to my feelings, and considerately carry me to the bathroom to wash up afterward. Apart from the fact that his rhythm seemed to follow the Fibonacci sequence, it didn’t seem as terrible as Ivy said, right? Could it be that he saw that I was well-prepared, so he let me off on purpose to test my background? I slowly pulled out my multi-functional self-defense bag from under the pillow and checked the pepper spray, Swiss Army knife, stun gun, and other items inside. At that moment, Leonard suddenly opened his eyes. I forced a smile and said "Good morning" to him. I forced a smile on my face and said "Good morning" to him. But I didn’t expect Leonard to suddenly pounce on me like a madman, his eyes red, his hands tightly gripping my neck! "I’m not, I’m not trash! If you dare say that again, I’ll kill you!" "If you dare say that again, I'll kill you!" I was stunned by his sudden attack and fell backward, my hands tightly clasped around Leonard’s wrists. "No, don’t... Leonard, let go...let go..." "no, no..." "Leonard, let go...let go..." Just when I thought I was about to be strangled to death, he suddenly seemed to snap back to his normal self. He picked me up, but I was coughing so hard I could barely breathe. "Elaine, I...I just..." "Don't touch me!" I was still in shock. How could I dare let him touch me?

I shook off his hand, tears welling up in my eyes. His behavior just now was definitely not something a normal person would do. I hurriedly got up and tried to run outside, but he suddenly pulled me into his arms. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to..." Leonard begged me not to run out like this. He pointed to the bruises on my neck and said, "If you leave like this, Lily will see the marks and she’ll definitely tell my mother. My mother thinks I’m fine, but if she sees you like this, she’ll be very worried." What do you mean everything is fine? I took a deep breath and said, "Leonard, tell me the truth. What happened to you just now?" Leonard held me in his arms and looked at the marks on my neck with a distressed expression. He explained that he had been diagnosed with post-traumatic stress disorder. There had been no recurrences in the past few years, so he had stopped taking his medication. "I don't know what happened just now. But the doctor said that even though my condition is well-controlled, I still need to be careful not to get too excited. Maybe I was a little too excited last night." I cursed in my heart, "damn it, it wasn’t just a little." Looking at Leonard's expression, it seemed as if he had never seen a woman in his life. I had thought about it before. Leonard was handsome and tall, wealthy, with a gentle personality. If such a good man didn't have some physical or psychological problems, would Grace have pushed him towards us? However, compared to being innately perverted, a psychological problem caused by stress-induced trauma seemed a bit more manageable. I turned around and looked into Leonard's eyes. After a while, I said, "Look, does the wound on my neck look like a curve in Euclidean space?" Leonard's eyes lit up, he hugged me and kissed my neck. At that moment, my cell phone rang. It was Ivy. She called to wish me a happy wedding and said she would come to see me with her boyfriend Evan later. I knew that she would be eager to see her "own masterpiece." She would probably hope to see me tortured by Leonard, unable to get out of bed, with my body covered in bruises. I hung up the phone and looked at Leonard with twinkling eyes. I said, if you don’t want me to tell Grace, I can let you off this time, but don’t ever do it again.

However, my sister will be here soon, and you have to listen to me. Leonard nodded repeatedly, and I felt relieved. Just as Ivy was looking forward to meeting me, I was also looking forward to her shocked expression when she came to my house later. She must have wondered why her perverted husband from her previous life was now wearing a pastoral lace apron, cooking, while I— I leaned lazily on the sofa, with a flushed face. "Elaine, are you feeling unwell?" Ivy rushed over with concern, took my hand, and looked me up and down as if I were an animal. She was obviously disappointed to see that I was neither missing an arm nor a leg. "Nothing, sis. I'm fine. My waist just hurts a little." I rolled lazily on the sofa like a cat. Leonard set the table for the meal and then lovingly lifted me up from the sofa. He glanced at Ivy and smiled as gently as a spring breeze. Seeing Ivy's mouth wide open, I chuckled inwardly. I guess she still didn't want to believe it? How could the perverted husband from her previous life suddenly turn into such a good man in this life? She didn’t believe it, so she grabbed my arm and looked up and down my waist, abdomen, chest, and shoulders. She thought I must have internal injuries. However, I could run and jump swiftly. I didn't look like I had been abused. Only when Leonard sat next to me did I lean softly into his arms. Even across the table of delicious food, I could feel Ivy's teeth grinding in frustration.

"I thought you were going to tell your sister." After Ivy left, Leonard looked at me seriously. Obviously, it was the display of affection I had shown in front of Ivy that made Leonard feel confused. "Are you also... afraid that your relatives will worry?" Leonard suddenly stood up and rummaged through the drawers to find a box. Put the things inside in front of me one by one. He said, this is a mace, this is a vise, and this is industrial capsaicin. "Elaine, if I attack you indiscriminately again next time, don't go easy on me." He looked at me with such clear eyes, so sincere that I even felt a little guilty. I tucked my pillow and hid the "torture box" I had prepared a little deeper. These are not necessary. The ones I prepared are for self-defense, but the upgraded ones he prepared are for self-harm! I finally figured out how my sister's teeth and nails were pulled out in her previous life. "Elaine, although I don't remember what happened to me before, I know that my mother has been worried about my illness for many years. I finally met a girl who likes math as much as you do and shares the same interests with me. Can you... give me another chance and don't leave me in a hurry?" I looked into Leonard's clear eyes, and my gaze moved up from his left temple. Hidden beneath his thick hair was a prominent and hideous old scar. I felt a little sad, recalling how Grace had been somewhat similar to my grandmother. They all strive to provide the best for their children. But some people aren't born deserving of such love, like Ivy. My grandmother knew that her personality was different from mine, that she was more sensitive and more vain, so she tried her best to prioritize meeting her needs from childhood to adulthood. However, her desires could never be satisfied, and she even blamed Grandma for not being able to give her a better upbringing and material comforts. I could endure Ivy's suppression and bullying of me, but I could never forgive her for the cruelty she inflicted upon my grandmother, who had raised us for many years, all to coerce my submission. Seeing my eyes well up, Leonard hurriedly asked what was wrong. I shook my head, and plugged in my headphones. Just now, while Ivy was in the bathroom, I slipped a recorder into her bag.

At this moment, she and her boyfriend were sitting in the car on their way back, and their conversation could be heard clearly. "You said Mr. Wells would definitely abuse your sister? Looks to me like they're as close as can be. You think the bite on her neck was from Leonard?" "This Leonard is clearly a pervert. There is no way my sister can live a good life with him. She must be pretending." This is Ivy's voice. Evan chuckled, "I don't care if she's pretending. You said catching Mr. Wells abusing your sister would let us milk more money from that rich Wells woman. What now? They're clearly on the same page. I'm here paying off debts. Don't want to see me hacked up by loan sharks, do you?" "Did I ask you to use the two million dollars to invest in such an unreliable project?" Ivy was obviously upset. "If you had done as I said and used the money to buy a house first, we could have gotten married now. Why would it end up like this?" "That's all because of you. We agreed on five million, and you gave half to your sister. What good place can you buy with just over two million? I also want to make more money. Is there any business without risk?" "You're blaming me now? It was your idea I fed Grandma those shrimp. If she hadn't gotten so sick, would my sister have agreed to marry Leonard? Now look at us, blowing the money and saving her life. It's costly for an old lady to recover at her age. " "You're heartless. She's your grandmother." Even Evan was repulsed by Ivy's cruelty. "Me, heartless?" Ivy scoffed. "You didn't grow up in my shoes. When our parents died, it was just us sisters. Some rich family wanted to adopt one of us, but Grandma insisted we stay together. Parents left us one house and some savings, plenty for one kid. Two's a squeeze. Grandma's stubbornness is what caused all this." "And now you're saying this to me? Dragging a little sister and an old lady along, your parents wouldn't even let me in your house." The recording ended with a screech of brakes. I removed my headphones, saved the recording, and handed it to the lawyer I'd already found. The hospital had confirmed, from a blood sample taken from my ailing grandmother, that the bowl of soup Ivy had brought her was laced with shrimp—an intentional act triggering her severe allergy.

Six months later, Ivy was prosecuted for attempted murder in court. Accompanied by Leonard and Grace, I attended the trial as an observer. My grandmother had just recovered from her illness. Instead, I informed her that Ivy had gone abroad to study, much like the story I concocted in my previous life after receiving the money. From the look in my grandmother's eyes, though, it seemed she had sensed something. She knew Ivy well. "Ivy is too impulsive to settle down for further studies," she remarked. Receiving a windfall, she would either squander it or make risky, short-term investments akin to gambling. But my grandmother didn't press further, so neither did I. In the initial trial, Ivy received a fifteen-year prison sentence. She vehemently protested, screaming in court. "Why? Elaine, why did you do this? Why do I always lose to you? Why do my choices always lead to the worst outcomes?" I gestured to Leonard and Grace not to worry amidst the bailiffs present. Would Ivy dare to charge at me again, like in her past life? As expected, overcome by rage, she attempted to rush towards me, only to be swiftly subdued by a bailiff wielding a stun gun. It was a stark contrast to the modest measures I had prepared for Leonard. I said to Ivy with calm sympathy in my eyes. "No matter what choices you make, they will never yield good results. It's because your heart is so tainted and malicious. You've never truly understood why Grandma insisted on keeping us together despite the hardships. She always believed that we, as twin sisters, were God's greatest gifts to each other. As long as we love each other, we possess the greatest wealth." "But you've always treated me as your rival, as if my existence naturally obstructs your pursuit of happiness. Only by eliminating me, only by making my life miserable, do you find peace." "This is all you're doing!"

Exiting the courtroom, I casually mentioned to Leonard that I was thirsty and asked him to buy me a drink, then I bowed deeply to Grace. "Grace, I deeply appreciate your trust in me. I'm grateful you believed the story I told you earlier. However, I don't think Leonard and I are meant to be married yet." To be honest, I didn't care because Leonard had been injured before. Secretly, I struggled with the temptation of inheriting Grace's vast fortune. "But the foundation of marriage must be love. I firmly believe in that. So Leonard and me... should follow our separate paths in life." "Elaine." The moment I turned around, Grace suddenly called me. When I faced her again, tears welled in her red eyes. "Elaine, have you ever wondered why I believed your story? Why I was willing to help you send Ivy to jail? Why did the two million dollars in her possession easily fall into Evan's hands?" My mind raced, unsure how to respond to Grace's emotional query. "You're right, Elaine. Ivy is inherently wicked. No matter what choices she makes, she'll face consequences. And I'll ensure she pays for them. Because she's her, and you're you."

Grace divorced her husband when Leonard was six years old. At that time, Leonard's surname was not Wells, but Wilson like her ex-husband. She raised her son alone and lived a hard life but she refused to accept her fate. She started out as a small business vendor and was very successful later. However, her busy career caused her to neglect Leonard, who grew up in a single-parent household, introverted, and not adept at socializing. He wasn't mischievous like other boys but excelled in mathematics from a young age. By six or seven, he could solve advanced equations. The teachers all said that Leonard was a math genius. Grace was immensely proud of Leonard and spared no effort in supporting his academic pursuits, whether through tutoring or competition preparation. As his awards accumulated, she failed to notice his increasing silence, attributing it to the quirks often associated with genius minds like Einstein's. After all, how can ordinary people understand the thinking of a genius? Grace was too confident. She was doing very well in business. However, she never suspected the bully would reach out to her quiet and overweight son. When Leonard was in his first year of high school, he could already use complex calculus to solve problems. That year, probably because of the growth hormone, he grew overweight. In a mathematics competition, he was the only one in his grade group who solved the additional questions. Leonard outperformed even the director's son. The school unfairly revoked his title, claiming irregularities in his solution method. Despite his protestations, Leonard was subjected to further bullying by the director's son and his cronies, branding him with hurtful insults like "freak" and "fat pig." And Ivy was also a member of that group.