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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.

A/N: 300 Powerstones a week guarantee three extra chapters.

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When The Rightful Heiress Is Reborn

"I hate you, Sylus. I hate everything about you. I hate the first day we met, and right now, I regret ever meeting you, ever setting my eyes on you..." Her voice was bitter, a touch nasal, and laced with the cold breeze of winter. Her brown eyes, once sparkling, were now emotionless and dull, like muddy water reflecting a cloudy sky.

"Brianne..." The man called out in a raspy, emotionless voice, eyeing the woman standing a meter from the cliff's edge. His gaze bore into her, ignoring her words as he commanded, "Come here."

A chuckle slipped past her lips, her eyelashes fluttering slowly, hiding the storm of emotions wreaking havoc in her once-adoring eyes. She looked up at him suddenly, staring into those eyes that had likely never held her in them, those eyes she once hoped would offer warmth but never did—those cold eyes that she wished, just once, could show some care for her.

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