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This was it. The full circle. Ivy had everything Eliana had once possessed: the fiancé, the social standing, the public adoration. The exact life Eliana had walked away from, the one that had led to her demise. The one she had foolishly given up before to give to a man who had only wanted her for what her family could offer him. But Eliana was no longer the naive heiress. She was a different woman, with a different path, and a different kind of power. And now, with Ivy firmly in place, Eliana was free to build her empire, unburdened by the ghosts of her past. Her phone buzzed. It was Damian. She hadn’t spoken to him much since her move, maintaining a distance to avoid suspicion and to allow her plan to unfold. “Eliana,” Damian’s voice, usually calm and composed, was laced with a rare agitation. “Have you seen the news?” “I have,” Eliana replied, her voice steady. “The engagement. It’s quite the spectacle, isn’t it?” “Spectacle? Eliana, it’s a betrayal!” Damian roared, his frustr
A flicker of a memory, sharp and brutal, pierced through her carefully constructed calm. The cold floor, the burning pain in her side, Ethan’s vacant eyes, Ivy’s triumphant sneer. It fueled her, hardening her resolve. This time, there would be no blindness, no surrender. Only calculated moves. The phone buzzed on the coffee table. Eliana glanced at the caller ID: Loretta. A genuine smile touched her lips, a stark contrast to the predatory grin she’d worn moments before. She answered. “Hey, Loretta. How you doing? " "I'm good, what's going on? " Loretta asked. "Guess who came here? Ivy. She just left. " Eliana chuckled. "how did she find you? " Loretta's surprised voice came on. Eliana smiled. "I don't know but I know it wasn't in any way coincidental. She just left though. " “And?” Loretta’s voice, crisp and eager, filled the line. "I tricked her into taking Ethan for herself, I'm done with both of them." Eliana replied. Loretta gasped. " You did no such thing! You're
Ivy’s mouth opened, then closed, her gaze fixed on Eliana’s face, searching for a hint of sarcasm, a flicker of deceit. But Eliana’s expression was one of pure, benevolent concern. “Me?” Ivy finally managed, her voice a thin thread of disbelief. “Yes, you,” Eliana affirmed, her smile widening. “You two have such a wonderful connection. A bond. I’ve always admired it, truly. The way you understand each other, the way you laugh.” She paused, letting the image bloom in Ivy’s mind. “It’s a beautiful thing, Ivy. And I wouldn’t want to stand in the way of true happiness, not for either of you.” A strange light flickered in Ivy’s eyes, a mixture of shock, confusion, and a burgeoning, dangerous hope. “But… you’re engaged.” “I was.." Eliana acknowledged, a theatrical sigh escaping her lips. “But sometimes… love isn’t enough, is it? Sometimes, practicality, and presence, matter more. And I’m not there. I’m here. Chasing my own dreams. It’s selfish, I know.” She lowered her gaze, feign
A soft hum vibrated in Eliana’s throat, a sound of feigned innocence, as she watched Ivy’s perfectly composed facade crack. The question hung, a silent predator in the tastefully furnished living room. Ivy’s eyes, usually bright and calculating, flickered, a momentary loss of control. Her lips, painted a soft rose, pressed together, a thin, almost imperceptible line. “Ethan?” Ivy’s voice, a breathy whisper, barely carried across the space separating them. Her gaze darted around the room, settling on a framed abstract painting, then the polished surface of the coffee table, anywhere but Eliana’s face. “Yes, Ethan,” Eliana’s tone remained light, almost playful, a stark contrast to the coiled anticipation tightening her stomach. “You know, my Ex- fiancé. How’s he been since I left?” Ivy finally met her eyes, a forced smile stretching her lips. “Oh, he’s… fine. Busy, I suppose. You know how he is with the firm.” Her fingers, adorned with delicate silver rings, fidgeted with the hem
She opened the door and let her once best friend in. Ivy breezed in, her face set. Eliana couldn't find her voice for a while. She locked the door and followed Ivy inside. Ivy stood in the middle of the apartment and looked around. The apartment had been tastefully furnished, by Loretta of course, she had no eye for this things. But she was rich and no expense had been spared to make it a luxurious apartment befitting her status as the daughter of a rich man. "Ivy, " she began tentatively. Ivy turned to her sharply. She swallowed, a lot of things had changed ever since she'd been reborn. Things she had no control over, her accident was one, second was Ivy. She didn't know how to remove her from her life. She'd betrayed her, that was known, but after discovering that her new actions in this second life had new consequences she had to take things slow. To give her fate to Ivy, to make her marry her husband."What are you doing here?" she asked calmly, careful not to make an outburst.
When Eliana woke, the world was a blur of white. A dull, steady beeping filled her ears, and the harsh scent of antiseptic clung to the air. She blinked slowly, wincing at the sharp throb in her head. A hospital. Her fingers twitched against stiff sheets. For a moment, panic seized her—her hands. She turned them over frantically, ignoring the IV taped to her skin. She had breaks in some parts of her body,her head was wrapped in bandages . Trembling, she flexed each finger. They moved. They were stiff, but whole. A sob of relief caught in her throat. “Ellie?” The voice came from her side, ragged, desperate. She turned her head slowly to see Loretta, her hair messy, her eyes swollen as if she hadn’t slept all night. “Oh my God,” Loretta breathed, clutching Eliana’s hand. “You’re awake.” Eliana tried to speak, but her throat felt raw. She swallowed. “What… happened?” Loretta’s grip tightened. “The lights… they fell on you. You’ve got a concussion, a few cuts, but you’re g








