Tiff_Lin

Leila died at the hands of the people she trusted most in her past life, and she even uncovered the truth about her father's death. It was only then that she realized she was merely a chess piece in her stepmother's game, discarded once she lost her usefulness.

She left the world filled with pain, resentment, and regret.

But God doesn't condone evil. Leila was reborn, given a second chance eight years before her misery began!

Now, she has the opportunity to correct her mistakes and live her life to the fullest. She rises to become a hidden big boss in many fields, in total control of everything—except her brother.

***Excerpt***

His calloused finger traced her nape sensually as he pinned her against the wall, towering above her.

She bit her lip to stifle a moan and carefully called out, "Jayden?"

He hummed lightly in response, his hand never stopping.

"I—What are you doing?"

He smirked, his attractive blue eyes shining affectionately as his hand moved down. "Doing you."

Alright, she couldn't understand him at all!

[2024 WSA Entry]

NOTE: The main leads aren't related; they just address each other as brother and sister since they grew up together.

Thanks for reading in advance, hope you gonna enjoy it.

A/N: 300 Powerstones a week guarantee three extra chapters.

50 Golden Tickets a month also guarantee that.

When The Rightful Heiress Is Reborn

<p>Leila limped back to her apartment, thankful it wasn't far from the police station. She poured herself a glass of water upon walking in, savoring the coolness as she leaned against the kitchen counter. Afterward, she swayed into her bedroom and collapsed onto her bed, her body sinking into the mattress. She sighed contentedly, pulling the blanket over herself, and within minutes, she drifted into sleep, a peaceful smile playing on her lips.</p>

<p>Ramon's face was a mask of fury, his usually calm demeanor replaced by a stormy expression. His knuckles whitened as he gripped the edge of the desk, veins pulsing visibly on his neck. Across from him, James stood with his shoulders squared, meeting Ramon's glare without flinching.</p>

He can be her hero