The Billionaire's Four Matches
In 2024, Amanda Carter dies in pain and regrets after losing everything - her family, her inheritance and her future. And betrayed by the two people she trusted the most - her husband and her half-sister.
But fate gives her a second chance. She wakes up in 2019, before her downfall, with full memories of the betrayal that destroyed her.
She was determined not to repeat the same mistakes, Amanda transforms from a naive and trusting girl always wearing white into a calm strategic woman in black who is always wearing black and is ten step ahead of her enemies. As she begins to rebuild her power and execute her revenge, secrets slowly unravel - and she finds out the main person behind her destruction is someone she never expected... someone she cherished.
Amid revenge and exposes lies, she finds love in form of Evan Cross - a man who stands by her side as chaos unfolds and understands her pain.
Then as time goes by she meets Julien devereaux, a french artist who loves her tenderly and would do anything to make her happy.
Eventually, she met Damien Kennedy - a young billionaire who is considered as royalty. A man who knows everything about her from her past, her secrets and her crimes. And he was only after one thing - to make her his wife .
Now face with betrayal, enemies in disguise,a love that challenges her heart of stone, and four men in her life. Amanda must choose - will she allow her past to control her, or will she finally claim the future she deserves?
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Chapter: The Public EmbraceSOME KINDNESS IS SHARPER THAN A BLADE;In my first life - this same woman had humiliated me endlessly.Too poor in spirit. Too soft. Too weak in faith. She had once told me in front of the church members. “A woman like you should be grateful any man wants you at all.”That day broke me. But this Amanda, is not broken rather, she breaks people.-I cross from where I stand slowly, every step confident. The crowd part without realizing it.Marcus whispers “Mother, she's coming here.”Mrs Blackwood straightens. “Good. I'll teach her manners.”But before she can speak again - I open my arms and embrace her publicly… Tightly… Warmly.Camera's flashes and gasps fill the hall.“My beautiful future mother-in-law,” I said sweetly, loud enough for nearby guests to hear. “I miss you so much. It's been so long, mother.”Mrs Blackwood freeze.Her hands hovers in the air, uncertain, humiliated, trap inside a hug she never wanted.I lean closer touching her black curly hair. My voice is low and dang
Last Updated: 2026-11-03
Chapter: The Same PlaceSHADOW'S IN THE GREY CYCLE;The sharp glow of headlights cut through the dim parking garage as I turn slowly.Marcus step out of the black car, the door shutting behind him with a quiet but heavy thud. The light from the ceiling lamps traces the sharp lines of his face as he walks toward me.His eyes moves briefly to the direction of the man pointing who just left then back to me.“What are you doing here?” he ask calmly.I tilt my head slightly, as if confuse by the question. “Going to my car.”Marcus’s gaze hardens.“That’s not what I meant.” He stops a few steps away from me. “Why were you eavesdropping on that man’s conversation?”For a moment, the air between us grow still.I didn’t panic. Didn’t blink. I simply met his gaze with a serious expression.“I dropped my bracelet,” i said evenly. “I thought I heard someone nearby.”My lie comes smoothly. Effortlessly. Then i ask, my voice steady, “Have you been here long?”Marcus watch me carefully before answering. “No.”He slips his
Last Updated: 2026-11-03
Chapter: Enemies Wear Smile SOME THREAT'S ANNOUNCE THEMSELVES. OTHERS ARRIVE DRESSED AS HELP;Outside, the night air feels cool against my skin.Evan opens the door silently and the car pulls away, I finally exhale.“You ended it,” Evan said.“Yes,” I reply. “Exactly how it needed to end.”My phone buzz.MARCUS: What did you just do?I didn't reply.Once, I had begged for that woman's approval. Tonight, I have taken away her peace.My phone buzz again.UNKNOWN NUMBER: You didn't just refuse them. You humiliated them.I type back calmly.ME: Some houses deserves cracks.I turn off my phone. Tomorrow, consequences would arrive but tonight - I have rewrite a memory that once destroy me.&hel
Last Updated: 2026-11-02
Chapter: A House Built On Judgement SOME DOORS OPEN ONLY TO REMIND YOU THAT YOU ARE BEING MEASURED;Inside, dinner has already begin.Mrs Helena Blackwood sit at the head of the table, posture straight, expression sharp. Conversation restrained, voice low, manner strict.The door opens and I enter.Silence follows me.My dress is black, structured, elegant - neither revealing nor modesty, but powerful. My heels clicks softly against the marble floor. My posture is unbending.I walk as though the room belongs to me. Mrs Blackwood's eyes narrows immediately.“You are late,” she said coldly.I incline my head slightly. “Thank you for your patience.”Not an apology.A murmur ripples through the table and Marcus stiffens beside his father.Mrs Blackwood's gaze drops to my
Last Updated: 2026-11-01
Chapter: "Let The Game Begins"THERE IS ONLY ONE WINNER IN A GAME;The next morning, Aya calls me to inform me about Marcus's plan.“Blackwood is moving” Aya said calmly over the phone. “His mother will sermon you.”My fingers pause around my tea cup. “Sermon?”“Yes,” Aya reply. “She believes obedience is a virtue.”I smile faintly. “Then she'll be disappointed.”Aya studies my voice. “You remember what happened before.”“I do,” I said. “Very clearly.”“Do you intend to protect yourself?”I look up. “No.”Aya gaze, not loud but sharp enough. She didn't expect my answer.“I intend to use it,” I continue, smiling faintly. “The memory. The hu
Last Updated: 2026-10-31
Chapter: The Polite Trap SOME INVITATIONS ARE NOT MEANT TO HONOR YOU - ONLY TO MEASURE YOU;On the bed is a single black envelope with no name written on it. My pulse did not race. I step forward and pick it up.Inside is one photograph.My fingers tightens. It is a picture of me from earlier that day, right before the gunshot. Taken from behind. Close enough to see the fabric of my suit.Close enough to know - Whoever sent it has been watching. And at the bottom of the photo, written in red ink.“Next time, I won't miss.”My fingers tightens around the photograph. Inside the envelope my own face staring back at me cold and unforgiving.Before I can think further - Movement. A faint shift of shadow from the balcony. My head snaps just in time to see a dark figure vault over the balcony railing.The man moves swiftly, almost like a
Last Updated: 2026-10-29
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