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

Leila comforted her friend to come to the bed, and even though Aditi didn't think she could, she still shifted onto the bed.

The night felt exceptionally long, longer than even Christmas night, or so Aditi thought as she shifted around on the bed, unable to erase the fact that her hope had been dashed.

Eventually, once she was asleep, Leila, who had been silent for a while, stood up and covered her properly with a blanket.

What she didn't know was that Aditi wasn't actually asleep.

Midnight came, and it was a bit colder. Outside Faisal's mansion stood a black sleek car with Vincent leaning against it. His face was expressionless, his eyes fixed on the window of the second floor where the light had gone off.

His eyes were blank and dull, their usual coldness or any feeling long disappeared, replaced with undisguised anguish.

Heartbreak Is Real (3)