LOGIN“I’m not a fool, Jagger.” Jordan’s voice is ice, his walls towering. “Everyone I’ve ever let close has betrayed me.” Jagger steps closer, his gaze locking onto Jordan’s with an intensity that makes his breath hitch. Then, in a voice low and steady, he says, "Then it’s about damn time someone proves you wrong." ******** Betrayed by his wife. Poisoned by his own brother. Killed by the two precious people in his life. But when Jordan opens his eyes, he’s not dead—he’s been reborn three years in the past, back when the poison had only just begun to eat away at him. This time, he won’t be their fool. This time, he’ll make them pay. As he begins his revenge to avoid the future, his only ally is his divorce lawyer, Jagger Walker—a man too dangerous to trust, yet too irresistible to ignore. But when Jagger starts breaking down the walls around his heart, Jordan faces a new dilemma. He came back to take revenge and claim his son. But will he dare to love again? And can he change the unfortunate future ahead of him?
View MoreJordanI pushed the front door open as quietly as I could, the hinges giving that familiar little creak that always sounded louder at night. The hallway light was off, but the small lamp on the side table was still glowing, the kind of soft yellow that made everything look warmer than it really was. My watch said 1:03 a.m. Two hours. I’d spent two whole hours sitting across from Jagger in that empty rooftop bar, talking about nothing and everything, and somehow the time just slipped away. I still couldn’t believe I’d called him like that, late at night, half expecting him to ignore it or sound annoyed. But he hadn’t. He’d just said my name like it was normal.The house was quiet at first until a soft laughter, Ashley’s laugh. Low and breathy, the way she used to laugh when we were first married and everything felt easy. It was coming from down the hall—Billy’s room. The door was cracked just enough for the sound to leak out, followed by his deeper murmur, something I couldn’t make ou
JordanGo where exactly? I never made any friends aside from Justine, even until the end… how about making a difference this time, not everyone gets a second chance at life. I leaned back in the chair and dragged a hand down my face, feeling the tiredness settle into my bones. It was past ten. The house had gone quieter, but not peaceful. The kind of quiet that meant everyone had chosen their sides and gone to bed with them. Well, peace is one thing I've been unable to associate with at the moment.I reached for my phone.For a moment, I just stared at the screen, scrolling through contacts without really seeing any of the names. Contacts here are mostly business. Damn it Jordan, what kind of life did you really live in your past? That's why they easily hurt you. I needed somewhere not too loud, someone I could be comfortable with.My thumb slowed when I saw a familiar name, my mind riding back to the night at the bar, how it felt so natural around him.I frowned slightly, unsure whe
JordanBilly followed me back home from the office that evening. Not in the same car, but close enough that I noticed the familiar headlights behind me the entire drive. It felt deliberate, like he wanted me to be aware of his presence, like he was already settling into a space that wasn’t his yet.Dinner was already set when we walked in. The smell of food filled the dining room, warm and heavy, but instead of comfort, it pressed down on my chest. Ashley sat at the table like everything was normal, like the house wasn’t cracked right down the middle. She smiled when she saw us, a practiced smile, the kind that didn’t reach her eyes.We sat together. All of us.To anyone else, it would probably look stupid, sitting at the same table with the woman I was divorcing, acting like we were still a family. But Ashley had insisted. She said it was for Chris. That we shouldn’t change things too fast. That children needed routine.And stupidly, I didn’t argue.I focused on my plate, barely tast
JordanThe whole week drained me completely. I had been running around trying to fix too many things at once, sitting through meetings that felt longer than they should be, signing documents until my wrist ached, listening to people talk at me instead of to me. Even when I finally had a moment alone in my office, the silence didn’t help. My head was still loud.And somehow, in the middle of all that noise, my thoughts kept circling back to one thing I didn’t want to think about.Those looks in his eyes.Why did he look at me like that? Like he was seeing something fragile that I didn’t even know how to name myself. It irritated me more than it should have. I hated the idea of being looked at with pity, hated it deeply. I had worked too hard, survived too much, to be reduced to that.I leaned back in my chair, rubbing my temples, staring at the ceiling for a second longer than necessary, when the sudden creaking of the door snapped me out of my thoughts.Billy appeared in the doorway,


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