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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.

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When The Rightful Heiress Is Reborn

Probably because she had been waking him up earlier and wouldn't let him sleep.

Leila was about to smile at the girl, but the girl glared at her hatefully. Leila was stunned, unable to understand why someone so lovely was suddenly glaring at her as if she had stolen her boyfriend. The girl then gave Leila the middle finger and ran away.

"You know, you're making me look like a bad person," Leila said, her frustration evident.

"Am I?" Jayden's voice came from beside her. Leila didn't hesitate to push him away.

"Sleep. I won't wake you up anymore," she said with a sigh.

A proud smile appeared on Jayden's lips when he realized he had won. As his head landed on the table, he couldn't help but secretly envy the girl. Even though he wasn't interested, she had still given him the letter. When would he ever muster the courage to write one and give it to her?

Around seven in the evening, they exited the library.

She is His