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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

Since she had adopted the identity of Gianna, she might as well live as her properly.

She returned home, thinking of her next chore. "Oh, it's cooking," she muttered to herself, walking to the kitchen.

As she entered, Gianna's eyes scanned the modest but tidy space. It was a far cry from the luxurious kitchens she'd been accustomed to in her former life, where professional chefs prepared each meals so meticulously. Here, everything was simpler and homelier—a small pot on the stove, a few mismatched dishes on the counter, and a bowl of fresh vegetables waiting to be chopped.

A slight pang of nostalgia washed over her. She couldn't remember the last time she'd cooked a meal for herself—probably back when she was still at the bottom, with nothing to show for herself.

Right now, in this small home with the gentle scent of herbs in the air, there was a kind of comfort, a reminder of the ordinary life she'd once left behind. A tough yet simple life.

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