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.

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When The Rightful Heiress Is Reborn

As they continued to review the footage, Leila's mind raced with questions.

She could only hope they wouldn't hurt her friend.

Vincent's car screeched to a halt in front of the testing center, the tires grinding against the pavement as he stormed out. His sharp, hurried strides echoed through the halls until he pushed open the administrator's office door with a force that made everyone inside jump.

The administrator, startled, stood up immediately. "May I ask how you are related to the missing girl?" she questioned, her voice quivering slightly under his intense gaze.

Vincent's eyes, cold and piercing like a snake ready to strike, settled on her. The look alone sent chills down her spine. "I am her brothet," he answered curtly, the word dripping with suppressed anger. His voice was low, raspy, carrying the weight of his fury.

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