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Rosette Jenner dies betrayed by the man she loved.
Stripped of her inheritance, robbed of her newborn child, and murdered under the guise of medical complications, her life ends in silence and betrayal. But fate gives her a second chance.
Rosette wakes up two years before her death with all her memories intact.
This time, she refuses to be naïve. She hides her rebirth behind elegance and obedience while secretly planning the destruction of everyone who ruined her life.
Her path collides with Cesare Llewellyn, a powerful billionaire she once considered an enemy. Cold, ruthless, and dangerously perceptive, Cesare sees through her masks almost immediately. He does not want her trust or her love. He wants control, possession, and truth.
Meanwhile, Blake, the ex-lover who betrayed and murdered her in her past life, senses her change. Obsessed with reclaiming her and terrified of losing control, he grows increasingly unstable and violent.
As Rosette walks a tightrope between two dangerous men, buried secrets surface, including the shocking truth about her stolen child.
Revenge becomes war. Desire becomes obsession. Love becomes a weapon.
In the end, Rosette must decide whether she will remain a survivor or become something far more terrifying.
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Chapter: Chapter sixThe ProofCesare’s POVI had watched powerful men beg before, Generals, Billionaires, Kings in everything but none of them looked the way Rosette Jenner did in that moment. She curled inward to herself, her eyes fixed on a single image as if it were the last thing she'd ever see. She had been staring at the phone for too long.“That’s not possible,” she whispered, for the third time. Not to me, to herself. “If she exists… then I shouldn’t.”Her fingers trembled around the phone. The photograph glowed between us on the polished table, it was too real to be fake. I glanced at it once more, a newborn draped in Pink blanket. She had a birthmark near the collarbone that I had seen once before, the birthmark was purposely exposed, like they needed us to see it. I saw hard, diluting the pain I felt at the moment. I have never felt this way for someone. “If I had a child,” Rosette continued, her voice cracking, “then I died. I remember dying. I felt it. I—” She sucked in a sharp breath.
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Chapter: Chapter fiveThe First ShotRosette's pov Time did not stop when the sound reached my ears.It fractured.The faint metallic click sliced through the air with surgical precision, sharp enough to cut through breath, thought, and denial. I felt it before I processed it, a cold pressure blooming between my shoulders, my spine stiffening as instinct screamed that death had found me again.Not today.Not again.My heartbeat thundered violently in my ears, but my face remained calm, carved from something harder than fear. Panic was a luxury for women who expected mercy. I had learned, in blood and silence, that mercy was a lie told by men who needed obedience.Blake moved first.“Put it down,” he barked, his voice cracking with something close to hysteria. “Are you insane”His reaction told me everything I needed to know. The gun was not his idea. Whatever game was unfolding, Blake had not been the one holding the trigger.Cesare did not move.That was worse.I felt him behind me, close enough that I c
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Chapter: Chapter fourThe Man She Once HatedRosette's pov The city skyline glittered through the floor-to-ceiling windows of the conference room, but I saw none of it. My mind was elsewhere, calculating, scanning every detail in the room—the way the sunlight reflected off the polished table, the subtle tension in the assistant’s posture, the faint scent of cologne that clung to the air long after someone had passed.I was waiting.And I knew he was here.Cesare Llewellyn.The name had haunted my last life in ways I had tried to bury. Powerful, ruthless, and impossibly magnetic. A man who commanded rooms without raising his voice. A man who had once underestimated me—once. That mistake would not happen again.I did not know exactly what he wanted, only that it had something to do with the chaos Blake had created, the empire he had shredded, and the blood he had spilled. Some part of me wanted to hate him. Some part of me wanted to collapse into the familiar lure of danger. But the dominant part—the part f
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Chapter: Chapter threeMasks and SmilesRosette's pov The morning light was treacherous, painting the grand halls with false serenity. Every polished surface gleamed with wealth, every window framed the city like a jewel in a cage. But I saw through it all. I saw the rot beneath the gold, the lies hidden behind smiles, the power that masked cruelty.I moved like a shadow through my family estate, my heels silent on the marble floor. Margaret’s breakfast chatter floated from the dining hall, the sound of normalcy that was meant to lull me. But I was no longer her child to mold. I was no longer the naive woman who had bled for trust. I was danger incarnate, and every step I took reminded me that I was awake, aware, and armed with knowledge that could destroy everyone who had ever wronged me.Blake would arrive soon. That name alone twisted my stomach. In my last life, hearing it had brought warmth. Now, it made my blood cold. He would not recognize the Rosette he had once destroyed. I had changed, yes—but he
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Chapter: Chapter twoRosette's pov I woke up screaming.Air tore into my lungs like fire, sharp and unforgiving, and I jolted upright as if my body remembered dying and refused to accept anything else. My heart slammed violently against my ribs, each beat loud enough to drown out thought. Sweat soaked my skin, my nightdress clinging to me as though I had run for miles instead of fallen out of death.The scream died in my throat.I was not in the hospital.There were no white walls, no machines, no antiseptic smell. Instead, soft golden light spilled through tall windows draped in ivory curtains. The room was familiar in a way that made my stomach twist. Too familiar. The antique vanity near the wall. The hand carved bedframe. The faint scent of lavender and old money.My bedroom.Not the one Blake had locked me away in at the end.The one from before.My fingers trembled as I pressed them against my chest. My heart was racing, but it was strong. Whole. I was not bleeding. There was no pain tearing throug
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Chapter: Chapter 1Rosette's pov I did not know it was the night I would die.If I had known, I would have screamed louder. I would have fought harder. I would have clawed at the truth instead of believing the lies whispered into my ear by the man I loved.The house was quiet in the way only expensive homes ever were. Thick walls. Soft carpets. Silence padded with wealth. The kind of silence that swallowed pain whole and never gave it back.I lay on the bed, my body still weak from childbirth, my skin clammy and aching as if my bones had been rearranged without my permission. Every breath burned. Every movement reminded me that life had torn through me and left something precious behind.My child.Or so I thought.Blake stood near the window, his back to me, his reflection faint against the glass. He was still beautiful. That was the cruelest part. His dark hair was perfectly combed, his tailored suit unwrinkled, as if the last forty eight hours had not included me screaming in agony while bringing his
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