Sweeches

I have 90 days to make Sebastian Cornelius fall in love with me! The only man who can save me from this godforsaken group of people I call my family! And change my fate from being dragged off as a bride to a man old enough to be my grandfather! 

The only problem with this plan is. 
It would be better to pray for pigs to fly than to win over Sebastian Cornelius! The heartless, ruthless, and extremely stone-cold tyrant!
Luckily, I, Lyla Whitemore have a card to play. The heavens are on my side after waking up ninety days before the day I die and I found out a piece of information that is my golden ticket to turn the tables and escape my cursed fate. 
With this card, I might even be able to make pigs fly! 

I discovered that I looked exactly like Sebastian’s dead ex-girlfriend. The only girl he ever loved was my doppelgänger and I’m gonna leverage this straw to not only survive but bring Whitemore's house to ruins! 
I only hope that the love he had for his dead ex was strong enough because I’m about to bet my entire life on that imaginary strength!

“There is a possibility that I might die from this but that doesn’t matter, as long as there’s a 0.1% chance of survival, I’m willing to take the risk. I will do anything to win Sabastian’s favor! I meant it when I said I’m betting everything on you, Sabastian Cornelius, and that includes my life!” - Lyla Whitemore. 

Join Lyla in this heck of a ride to seek revenge. This is Lyla’s story and you are welcome to the life of a decorative daughter! 

Disclaimer: Book cover isn’t mine, credit goes to google.

Revenge Heiress: Bow To My Reborn

The mansion halls felt unnervingly quiet as I made my way to Prince Theodore's study. Quiet in that "don't say anything or the walls might gossip" way.

It didn't help that my shoes were making an obnoxious clack, clack with every step. Was this hallway longer than the last time I was here? Or was I imagining things?

Why did he summon me, of all people? Isla and I had been in the middle of a matured conversation and funny enough I wasn't the one giving the lessons! But then the maid arrived.

The way she delivered Theodore's message, stiff, polite, like she was trying not to laugh, was enough to put me on edge. It's hard to not worry as I made my way up the stairs.

I stopped outside the study and took a deep breath.

[He probably just wants to ask about Isla… or gloat. Definitely gloat!]

Chapter 45: See a ghost