The Ultimate Safehouse: My Sister Stole the Relic Manor, But I Survived the Horde

When Grandpa died, he left behind two inheritances.

One was an underground bunker worth over a hundred million dollars.

The other was a dilapidated old house in the countryside, barely standing.

My sister, Nora Gray, rushed to claim the underground bunker. I took the old house.

Days later, the extreme cold descended. Nora and her boyfriend moved into the bunker.

But her boyfriend leaked the access code, and a gang of thugs broke in. Nora became their plaything, suffering a fate worse than death.

Meanwhile, I discovered that the old house's cellar connected to a natural underground hot spring. I survived, barely.

When Nora found out, her eyes turned red with rage. She led the thugs to me, demanding I take her place.

"Emma, you've always been the best sister to me. You'll save me, won't you? Take my place serving them."

Rather than endure such humiliation, I lit a match and burned us all.

When I opened my eyes again, I was back at the moment we chose our inheritances.

Watching Nora unhesitatingly select the old house, I understood—she'd been reborn too.

I lowered my head to hide my emotions and quietly chose the underground bunker.

"Dear sister, that drafty old house isn't quite what you think it is."

"Nora, have you lost your mind?"

Nora's boyfriend, Marcus Graham, stared at her in disbelief.

"Why would you choose that dump? Why not take the hundred-million-dollar bunker?"

The lawyer looked equally stunned. He hadn't expected anyone to willingly choose a worthless wreck over such valuable property.

Nora clutched the inheritance documents for the old house to her chest and turned to look at me.

"The underground bunker is safer. Emma should have it."

"Emma's always been frail. I can live anywhere—I'm young enough to handle it."

She flashed a sweet smile, but her eyes scrutinized me carefully.

I knew she was testing me, trying to figure out if I'd been reborn too.

"Really, Nora? Are you sure?"

"Well, thank you so much!"

I jumped up from my chair, feigning delighted surprise.

"No need to thank me, Emma. As long as you're happy."

If I hadn't been reborn myself, I'd have been moved to tears.

Seeing my reaction, Nora relaxed slightly and signed the documents for the old house.

"Nora, what are you thinking?"

Marcus grabbed her wrist, completely baffled by her choice.

Nora's expression turned cold. She yanked her hand away.

"Marcus, we're done."

"Don't bother me again!"

She strode away without looking back.

Marcus stood frozen, his brow furrowed in confusion.

He hadn't been reborn, so naturally he couldn't understand why Nora—who'd always followed him around like a lovesick puppy—would suddenly dump him.

I watched the scene with cold detachment.

In the past, I'd talked myself hoarse warning Nora not to fall for Marcus's pretty face, that he was nothing but a player.

I'd once seen him shopping with a middle-aged woman, acting extremely intimate. She bought him an expensive designer watch, and he'd kissed and hugged her right there in public.

But Nora, a hopeless romantic with terrible taste in men, refused to believe me. She even accused me of trying to steal her boyfriend.

In my previous life, if Marcus hadn't leaked the bunker's access code, Nora might have survived much longer.

Apparently, being reborn had cured her of her lovesick delusions.

I looked away and signed the inheritance documents for the underground bunker.

The extreme cold was coming soon. Every second counted.

I needed to inspect the multimillion-dollar bunker as soon as possible.

As I prepared to leave after signing, Marcus suddenly called out to me.

"Emma, wait."

Marcus forced a pained, soulful smile.

"Emma, Nora's acting strange today. I'm worried about her."

"Could we exchange contact info? That way, if something happens to her, I can check in with you."

I stared at Marcus in silence for three seconds, trying to figure out what he was really after.