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The rain fell in relentless sheets, drumming against the tall glass windows of the Carter estate like a warning no one could hear. Inside, the grand hall shimmered with chandeliers and polished marble floors, a place that once felt like home to Elaine Carter. Tonight, it felt like a stage—cold, distant, and cruel.
Elaine stood at the center of it all, her fingers trembling slightly as she clutched the edge of the long dining table. Her heart pounded, not from fear alone, but from disbelief. Across from her stood Lily Carter, her stepsister, dressed in white silk like some untouchable angel. But Elaine knew better now. Behind that soft smile was something far darker. “You look surprised, Elaine,” Lily said softly, tilting her head. “I thought you would have figured it out by now.” Elaine’s voice came out strained. “Why…? Why would you do this to me?” Lily let out a small laugh, the sound echoing too sharply in the vast room. “Why? Because you had everything handed to you. Father’s love, the inheritance, the admiration… even Daniel.” At the mention of his name, Elaine’s chest tightened. Daniel—the man she trusted, the man she thought she would marry—stood silently beside Lily. His eyes avoided hers, and that alone told her everything. “You betrayed me too?” Elaine whispered. Daniel said nothing. Lily stepped closer, her heels clicking softly against the marble floor. “Oh, Elaine, don’t look so hurt. You were always too naive. Did you really think someone like you could keep everything forever?” Tears burned in Elaine’s eyes, but she refused to let them fall. “This isn’t yours. None of it is.” “It is now,” Lily replied calmly. “The will has been changed. The business is under my control. And as for you…” She paused, her lips curving into a faint smile. “You’re no longer needed.” Before Elaine could react, two men stepped forward from the shadows. Panic surged through her. “Lily, what are you doing?” Elaine backed away, her voice shaking now. “This is insane!” “Not insane,” Lily corrected. “Necessary.” The men grabbed Elaine’s arms. She struggled, her strength no match for theirs. “Let me go! Lily, stop this!” But Lily only watched, her expression unreadable. The last thing Elaine saw before everything went dark was her stepsister’s cold, satisfied gaze. ⸻ A sharp gasp tore through Elaine’s chest as she jolted upright. Her heart raced wildly, her body drenched in sweat. For a moment, she couldn’t breathe. The memory—the betrayal, the fear, the darkness—it all felt too real. But something was wrong. The room around her was unfamiliar… yet strangely known. Sunlight streamed through soft curtains, warm and gentle. The bed beneath her was plush, untouched by the chaos she remembered. Slowly, she looked down at her hands. They were… younger. Smoother. Unscarred. “What…?” she whispered, her voice trembling. Elaine stumbled out of bed, her legs weak. She rushed toward the mirror across the room, her reflection coming into view. It was her. But not the broken version from that night. This was her from years ago. Her breath caught in her throat. “No… this can’t be real…” Memories flooded her mind—dates, events, conversations. This room… this dress… this morning— “This is… before everything,” she realized. Before the betrayal. Before the will was changed. Before Daniel. Before Lily destroyed her life. Elaine gripped the edge of the dresser, her mind spinning. “I… I came back?” The impossible truth settled heavily in her chest. She had been given another chance. At first, fear crept in. The thought of reliving everything, of facing Lily again, sent a chill down her spine. But then something else replaced it. Something stronger. Resolve. Elaine straightened slowly, her reflection staring back at her with new intensity. The girl in the mirror was no longer naive. No longer blind. This time, she knew the truth. This time, she knew her enemy. “Lily Carter…” Elaine whispered, her voice steady now. The name no longer carried pain alone—it carried purpose. A slow, controlled smile formed on her lips. “You took everything from me once,” she said quietly. “But this time…” Her eyes hardened, burning with quiet determination. “I’ll take it all back.” Outside, the sun shone brightly, as if nothing had changed. But everything had. Because Elaine Carter was no longer the girl who would be betrayed. She was the one who would rewrite the story.The scream echoed through the underground corridor like a knife dragged across glass.Elaine Carter froze instantly.Every instinct in her body sharpened at once.The sound had come from deeper inside the hidden level beneath the estate.A woman’s scream.Terrified.Cut off too suddenly.Adrian’s expression hardened immediately beside her.“Stay behind me.”Elaine narrowed her eyes. “You keep saying that like I enjoy listening.”“This isn’t the time to argue.”“Technically, you started the argument.”Adrian stared at her for half a second.Then, despite the tension—A short laugh escaped him.“You’re unbelievable.”“And yet you’re obsessed with me.”His gaze darkened slightly.“Unfortunately.”Elaine’s heartbeat betrayed her again.Wrong timing.Very wrong timing.Because somewhere in these underground halls, someone could be hurt… or dead.And somehow Adrian Vale still managed to make her nervous with a single look.Annoying man.Another sound echoed through the corridor.A metallic
The scream shattered the night.Elaine Carter’s heartbeat lurched violently as another crashing sound echoed from inside the estate, followed by hurried footsteps and frightened voices.Rain poured relentlessly over the mansion grounds, thunder rolling across the sky like a warning.Adrian moved first.“Stay close to me,” he said sharply.Elaine almost argued out of instinct—until another scream cut through the air.This one sounded terrified.Not dramatic.Not startled.Terrified.And suddenly, even Elaine’s pride knew better than to protest.Together, they rushed back toward the estate.The grand doors were already open when they entered. Servants crowded the entrance hall in panic, whispering anxiously among themselves while security guards moved toward the eastern wing.“What happened?” Elaine demanded immediately.One of the maids looked pale. “Someone broke into your room, Miss Elaine.”Her blood ran cold.“What?”“They—we heard glass breaking,” the maid stammered. “When securit
The Carter estate had too many secrets.Elaine Carter realized that fully three nights after the blackout incident.Since then, the atmosphere inside the mansion had changed in subtle but unmistakable ways. Servants whispered more quietly. Security guards appeared in hallways where none had stood before. Even her father seemed more distracted, constantly buried in meetings and phone calls.And Lily?Lily had become quieter.That alone was terrifying.Because Lily Carter was never silent unless she was planning something.Elaine stood in front of her bedroom mirror one rainy evening, adjusting the sleeve of her black satin blouse. Her reflection looked calm, elegant, and composed.But inside?Her thoughts were in chaos.The photographs still haunted her.Especially the missing one.Who took them?Why was one photograph removed?And more importantly—What exactly had Lily become desperate enough to hide?A soft knock interrupted her thoughts.Before Elaine could answer, the door opened
Elaine Carter barely slept.Every time she closed her eyes, she saw Adrian Vale’s face beneath the storm-lit balcony—the calm intensity in his gaze, the way his voice wrapped around her name like he already knew far too much.You’re hiding something.The words lingered in her mind long after the rain stopped.By morning, the Carter estate had returned to its usual elegance, but Elaine felt strangely unsettled. That feeling irritated her more than she wanted to admit.She had returned to this life for one reason.Revenge.Not distractions.Certainly not a man with unreadable eyes and dangerous instincts.Still…Something about Adrian felt different from everyone else around her. Most people saw what they expected to see. A wealthy heiress. A composed daughter. A woman recovering from business tension within her family.But Adrian?He observed beneath appearances.And that made him unpredictable.Elaine stood near the window of her room, adjusting the cuff of her cream blouse when a sof
Rain poured heavily over the city, turning the streets into rivers of blurred lights and restless shadows. Inside the Carter estate, however, the storm outside was nothing compared to the one brewing within Elaine Carter’s mind. She sat at her desk, staring at the untouched cup of tea beside her. Lily’s expression from earlier still lingered in her thoughts—that brief flicker of suspicion after Elaine’s careless words at the dinner. They didn’t for me last time either. It had slipped out too naturally. Too personal. And Lily had noticed. Elaine leaned back slowly, pressing her fingers against her temple. “That was careless,” she murmured. For the first time since returning to the past, she had allowed emotion to interfere with strategy. And emotion was dangerous. Especially now. A sudden knock interrupted her thoughts. “Miss Elaine,” a servant said from outside the door, “your father has requested your presence downstairs.” “At this hour?” Elaine frowned slightly. “Yes,
The Carter estate had learned how to pretend. After the tension in the study, everything returned—at least on the surface—to polished normalcy. Breakfasts were still served on time, business meetings continued, and Lily Carter resumed her role as the picture-perfect daughter. But perfection, Elaine knew, was often the most dangerous disguise. And today, that disguise would be tested. Elaine stood in front of her wardrobe, her fingers gliding over fabrics of silk and satin before settling on a soft gold dress. It was elegant without being loud—refined, controlled, intentional. Just like the game she was playing. Tonight, the Carter family would host a private dinner. Not just any dinner. Investors. Board members. People whose opinions could shift power in an instant. In her past life, this dinner had been the beginning of her public downfall. Lily had planted subtle seeds of doubt in front of influential guests—small remarks, carefully disguised as concern. By the end of th