Marriage Lottery: Heaven Sign Or Hell Ticket Novel – My stepsister, Vivian Hartley, and I had waited for five centuries before the Wheel of Fate at the Astral Divination Hall in the underworld, until finally, the oracle’s decree foretelling our marriages in the next reincarnation was revealed.
The Stellar Decree meant marrying the aloof, ascetic heir of the Whitmore family in Northcrest. The Shadow Decree meant marrying a temperamental, leg disabled cripple. In our previous life, Vivian snatched the Stellar Decree and married into the Whitmore family in dazzling glory.
But that heir’s heart belonged to someone else. Vivian spent her entire marriage as a living widow, and in the end, to pray for his true love’s well-being, he sent her to the perpetually storm-ridden polar north, commanding her to offer eternal vigil before the ancient frost colossus. And the cripple I married eventually recovered, reclaimed his power and rose again. Before Vivian froze to death, she saw the scene of my husband caring for me.
Envy drove her insane. She dragged me off a cliff with her. When we opened our eyes again, we were back before the Wheel of Fate at the moment of choosing. Vivian snatched the Shadow Decree this time. “How could I, as your elder sister, bear to see my younger sister suffer? The Stellar Decree is yours, I’ll marry the one-legged cripple!” I looked at the Stellar Decree she shoved into my hands and smiled. *** Vivian’s hands trembled with excitement. “Aria, let me bear the hardship of this Shadow Decree for you!” “Don’t say I never looked out for you, the heir of the Whitmore family, Elias Whitmore, is all yours now.” The flickering starlight in the Astral Divination Hall made my eyes ache.
Ghosts waiting in line around us whispered among themselves, laughing at Vivian who seemed to have lost her mind. Who in their right mind would give up the heir who wielded true power, only to choose a cripple with a broken leg and a violent temper? Only I knew she wasn’t crazy. She had been reborn. I smiled and asked her, “Vivian, are you certain you won’t regret this? I’ve heard that cripple not only has strange habits, but also kills without blinking.
Aren’t you afraid he’ll torture you?” Vivian lifted her chin proudly. “Whoever regrets it is a coward! This life, it’s my turn to enjoy true love—you go repent on that snowy mountain!” My confused expression startled her, and realizing she had spoken too much, she hurried to shove me toward the River Styx. But I simply smiled. In our previous life, she chose Elias and married in grand splendor. People said she was blessed.
The Whitmore family was wealthy beyond measure, and Elias was known throughout Northcrest as an ascetic saint. But the saint had an unreachable ideal in his heart. On the very first day of their marriage, Vivian was given strict rules. Not only would Elias never touch her, but every month, she was to pray for the well-being of his beloved twice. The slightest misstep would land her locked in the basement.
In the end, she was even forced to endure three days and nights alone on a snow‑capped mountain. As for the man I married, Damian Cross, though he was crippled and hot-tempered, he later regained control of the Cross family’s power. So now, was she hoping to find in Damian the love she never received in her past life? At the thought of the heir’s true love, I smiled as I jumped into the River Styx. “Vivian, if you want him so badly, then may you enjoy everything that comes with him.”