The Marquis's Cursed Bride

My legitimate sister and I fought for two lifetimes. In the first, I won, but he broke my limbs and I died in hatred. Reborn, I gave the marriage to my sister. Three years later, she was turned into a Human Swine, crying, "He just wants to strip away all our brilliance..." We saw the same terror in each other's eyes—never love, but bone-chilling hatred. This time, who would dare to accept?