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 MoreJordanThe annual Business Foundation Gala arrived whether I wanted it to or not.I stood in front of the mirror while the designer adjusted the sleeve of the suit he had just brought in.“This is the one you requested last time, sir,” he said, smoothing the fabric down my arm. “It fits exactly the same.”I looked at it.Same color. Same cut. Same everything.For a second, my chest tightened so suddenly I had to look away. I could see it too clearly. Memory of my last life flickering in front of me, a heavy chandelier light fall on me. I stepped back before he could finish adjusting it.“No,” I said.He paused. “Sir?”“I’m not wearing that.”He blinked, confused, glancing at the suit again like maybe I had missed something. “It’s the one you approved.”“I know,” I replied, already reaching for something else. “Bring the other one.”“The navy?”“Yes.”He hesitated, then nodded quickly. “Of course.”I didn’t explain myself. There was nothing to explain that wouldn’t sound insane. I just
JaggerI didn’t plan to come in myself.The files could have been sent through my assistant, signed, reviewed, returned without me stepping into his space again, but I found myself picking them up instead, checking through them twice before leaving my office like I needed a reason that made sense.By the time I got to the building, I had already accepted I was not here just for paperwork.The receptionist looked up when I stepped in, her polite smile coming automatically. “Good afternoon.”“Afternoon,” I replied, already walking past. “Mr Blake in?”“Yes, sir. He’s expecting you.”I nodded once and headed for the elevator, slipping my hands into my pockets as the doors closed. My reflection stared back at me from the mirrored panel, composed as always, nothing out of place, but I knew better than to trust appearances. Something about this case had been sitting under my skin since the beginning, and it had nothing to do with paperwork.The elevator opened on his floor.I stepped out an
JordanI 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






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