The Butler's Son Sold My Yacht and Called Me a Degenerate

The butler's son, Chad, sold my freaking yacht for eight hundred million, claiming I was a womanizing scumbag with a nasty STD, and that I'd knocked up and abandoned like, eighteen girls. He said he was donating the money to a church to cleanse my dirty soul.

My own sister, Tiffany, backed him up, throwing me under the bus in front of everyone.

My college buddies spread it around like wildfire, and my fiancée, Brittany, dumped me, saying I was too much of a player.

I went straight to the cops, but they all teamed up, saying I was nuts and had me committed to a psych ward.

I suffered unspeakable things, all with my family's blessing, and died way too soon.

Then, I woke up, back on the day my yacht went missing.

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My eyes snapped open, and there he was – Chad, the butler's son, arms outstretched, blocking my way.

He flinched a little when he saw the raw hatred on my face, but still, he yelled out, "Why do you have to show off your yacht, huh? Couldn't you just take your friends to a nice restaurant?"

"Look at him, Tiffany. Straight out of college and already this extravagant! He's gonna blow through all our family's money!"

Tiffany, my sister, seeing my expression, stepped in front of Chad. "That's enough. Your yacht's gone, and Chad already took care of it. Why don't you and your friends just head back?"

She then turned to straighten Chad's collar, and they shared this smug little smile, like selling my eight hundred million dollar yacht was no big deal at all.

I stared at their entitled faces, a wave of nausea hitting me. "That yacht was a gift from my grandma, it was mine. Who the hell do you think you are, taking my things?"

My sister looked shocked, like she couldn't believe I was talking back. "Don't you know who's going to run the family now?"

I didn't before, but I knew after dying. I was supposed to be the one who inherited everything.

Remembering my last life, a shiver went down my spine, and my voice hardened. "Alright. A butler's son secretly sells his employer's yacht, and my sister protects the thief? Seems like we need the cops. You won't be talking your way out of that."

Chad's face turned beet red, and he glared at me before turning to yell at my friends, who were all standing behind me, waiting.

"I was doing it for you, Max! You're always spending like crazy, and your personal life is a train wreck! The way you treat women? The abortions? You need serious prayer!"

"So I sold the yacht to get the donation money for your karma, and to help the souls you messed up find peace."

My friends started booing me.

Last time, I'd been so mad, I'd slapped Chad across the face.

That got Tiffany on his side, accusing me of bad behavior.

It became a joke with my friends, and eventually got to Brittany.

Her family canceled the engagement. My life started its downward spiral there.

Chad, of course, got with Brittany and, with Tiffany, they made up some crap about me being mentally ill, having me tossed in a psych ward.

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