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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

"And who the fuck is your son?" Martin glared at his brother.

"Well, you've always been, bro. Except I didn't acknowledge you." Like the last born of the house with the sharpest tongue and nothing to fear, the troublemaker Maverick wasn't scared to admit that.

"All you need is a good beating, you know that?" Without turning his head, Martin responded.

"You're already so old, brother. But never mind, I wouldn't hit my son." Maverick rebutted.

"We will see who the real son is when we get home." Martin shrugged, but his serious voice made Maverick feel a little chilled. He was great when it came to wagging his tongue, but when it came to fighting? He couldn't count the number of times he has lost to his older brother and thereby chop¹ beating from his brother. So he shut his mouth. He didn't want to be beaten in front of his son.

Watching the siblings' banter, Richard's lips stretched into a smile, his gaze softening.

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