A story about a nineteen year old girl named Janielle Mckeen who died five years ago. Now, she's reborn as a gorgeous young woman named Jazzlin Ozza. Little did she know that her reborn has something to do with her old self. Plus, she has to spend her days with the cocky yet attractive, Barra Ainsley, Jazzlin's childhood friend.Then, how's it turned out when she met Haytham Zachary who was also her childhood friend in her previous life?
View MoreI could feel it.
The beat of my heart—slow at first, then steady, as if it had paused to remember its purpose.
Air rushed into my lungs, sharp and cold, sliding through my nose like a knife of light.
The first breath was jagged.
The next was smoother.
And with it came life.
The last thing I remembered was stillness.
Silence.
A crushing dark that swallowed me whole.
I thought I had died.
But I was breathing now. And that meant something.
That meant I had a second chance.
Somewhere, a voice broke through the haze. Distant at first. Then closer.
A man’s voice—deep, shaken, full of something like desperation.
He whispered a name like a prayer.
“Jazzlin...”
Was that supposed to be me?
My fingers twitched. The voice grew stronger.
“Shhh, it’s okay. You’re safe now, Jazzlin. You’re alright.”
I groaned. Pain flared along my wrist, hot and electric. But the voice—right beside my ear—was steady. Soothing. Close enough to anchor me.
I tried to open my eyes. White light slammed into them, and I squeezed them shut again.
Try again.
Slower.
This time, I saw color. Shapes. A shadow leaning over me, framed in soft gold.
Then he moved away, and the brightness dimmed behind heavy curtains.
When I opened my eyes again, he was still there.
Hazel eyes met mine. Tired. Beautiful. Ringed in dark circles, like sleep had been a stranger to him for days. His hair was a mess of dark strands that somehow still managed to look expensive. His smile flickered—hesitant but heartbreakingly real.
I knew that face.
Barra Ainsley.
Heir to the Ainsley Empire. Brilliant. Untouchable. Charismatic.
But how… how did I know that?
The door opened, and a woman stepped into the room—graceful and warm, wrapped in silk and concern.
“Has my beloved daughter opened her eyes?” she asked, voice thick with emotion. She came to my side, brushing a strand of hair from my face. Her touch was gentle.
"Thank God," she whispered.
Her name surfaced, unbidden.
Rose Ozza.
Her presence was unfamiliar. Her care, strangely maternal.
"How do you feel, dear?" she asked softly.
Before I could answer, Barra stood. “I’ll get her something to drink.”
He disappeared through a door, leaving me alone with a stranger who acted like she knew me. Like I belonged here.
I swallowed hard. My throat was cracked and dry.
My eyes dropped to my wrist. A clean white bandage circled it like a secret.
“Did I…” My voice rasped. “Did I try to end my life?”
My own words echoed like gunshots.
Then came the memory.
My name is Janielle Mckeen.
Nineteen. Raised in a government-run orphanage. A girl with no roots, no legacy, no face in the world’s eyes.
But I had family.
Haytham Zachary. My best friend. My only real person. He’d been adopted, but he never left me or Alia, our little sister in all but blood.
That day—it had rained.
Alia had begged us to visit Jennie, the stray cat behind the old bakery. Clarissa, the caretaker, said no. But Alia was nothing if not persistent.
We gave in.
Haytham had brought her favorite cookies. Alia beamed up at him with chocolate-stained teeth. I smiled. The kind of moment that should’ve been safe. Perfect.
But she ran.
Out into the street.
I screamed her name.
I ran after her.
I pushed her out of the way.
And then—
Impact.
Metal.
Pain.
Silence.
And then… nothing.
My breathing hitched. My nails dug into my scalp.
“No… no, no—this isn’t real.”
“Jazzlin, please—” Rose pulled me into her arms, rocking me gently. Her voice was soft. Her perfume unfamiliar. She held me like a mother would.
But I didn’t know her.
Barra returned. I felt his presence before I saw him—calm, commanding, impossible to ignore.
He knelt beside the bed and offered me a glass of water. I took it with trembling fingers and drank slowly. The coolness slid down my throat like mercy.
But when I looked into the glass—
Blonde hair.
Pale skin.
Not me.
Panic unfurled in my chest.
My gaze swept across the room—elegant curtains, marble floors, gilded mirrors.
A queen-sized bed. A walk-in closet. Windows that reached the ceiling.
This wasn’t my life.
“What’s wrong?” Rose asked.
I forced a smile. “Just… disoriented.”
She leaned in and kissed my forehead. “I’ll make you porridge.”
As she left, silence returned, heavier than before.
Barra’s eyes were still on me. Steady. Deep. Curious. And something else.
Something warmer.
“Welcome back, principessa,” he said, his voice low. The word rolled off his tongue with dangerous affection.
I turned toward him. “What did you call me?”
He grinned, one side of his mouth lifting. “Jazzlin’s what everyone calls you. But I call you my princess.”
His voice—it melted things inside me I didn’t even know were frozen.
He sat beside me again, and for one suspended moment, it felt like everything else faded. The pain. The questions. The world.
"You scared the hell out of us," he said quietly. "Three days. You were out cold."
Three days?
He reached for my arm, and the second his skin brushed mine—
A spark.
Literal.
Like static and fire had collided beneath my skin.
I flinched.
He pulled back immediately. “Sorry.”
But I didn’t think. I just… reached for his hand. Held it.
Warm. Real. Familiar.
Like I’d held it a thousand times before in a life I couldn’t remember.
Our eyes locked.
Then I let go.
"I didn’t mean—sorry," I whispered. "I just… I don’t know what’s wrong with me."
He gave a low chuckle. “You don’t have to explain. I get it.”
His smile—it was dangerous. The kind that could rewrite stories.
"Did I really try to kill myself?" I asked.
His expression cracked. “I don’t know why. But I wish I’d been there. I wish I’d seen the signs.”
He looked down, jaw clenched. The hurt was raw. Open.
"I won’t do it again," I said softly. "Whatever happened… this is a second chance. I can feel it."
He nodded, eyes glassy. “You better not. I just got you back.”
The air between us felt charged. Heavy with something unspoken.
I lifted my pinky. “Pinky promise?”
He stared for a second. Then he laughed under his breath and hooked his pinky with mine.
“Pinky promise.”
The touch was small. Childish.
And it shattered something in me. Or maybe… it stitched something back together.
Who was Jazzlin?
Why was I here?
What life had I woken up in—and was it really mine?
Only one way to find out.
Years later...The wedding vows that had been taken, would always be the binding between us. We had built a prosperous and peaceful family together during our ten years of marriage.I am grateful to have two children, Adrian and Skylar.Adrian Ainsley, aged nine, had become an older brother who loves his younger sister, Skylar. He really became a big brother for her.His face is not the same bit as mine, but with his father. Sometimes I got annoyed by comments from people who never realized my resemblance to him.They often said that none of my children look like me. Even my lovely baby, Skylar. She's 99 percent like her father, only different genders."Look mom, I have a new word to tell you." Adrian came over to me with his favorite basketball between his right arm.I don't know where his hobbies come from, but he really likes playing basketball. Barra and I don't
He doesn't understand!He doesn't get it at all!My thoughts about marriage had changed. If I used to think of a beautiful wedding like in the world of fairy tale, now I wasn't thinking the same anymore. I became to think differently. I was terrified just thinking about marriage.Especially after clearly knowing the details of what happened in past. My own parents' marriage did not go smoothly.It was so toxic and full of cruel twists. Rose Ozza, my mother, or Yolanda may be strong in facing their ordeal, but it was different for me. I got fragile easily and now I scared so much.I was afraid that Barra would leave me for a better and worthy one. I got so fed up just thinking about other women had the edge over me.I'm a woman and of course, wanting the same thing all women wants, to get married.A sacred event that I wanted to happen once in my life and with the ri
All problems had found a bright spot. Then what now?Haytham and Alia had returned to their mansion and living their lives as before.I gave Ronald and Elsa a day off as a token of gratitude for helping me all this time, while Jake ... that guy was busy running his single life by becoming a player. He dated different women every week, I didn't even know their names.As for Jazzlin, I asked her to stay with me, in the mansion. Everything felt lonely when she was not there, around me. So, we decided to stay together from now on.I looked at her whole face. She looked innocent with her eyes closed. I pushed aside the strands of hair when it covered her face, then looked at her again.A smile appeared on my face, imagining how lucky I was to finally with her again.I put my head on the pillow, tilted my face closer to her.Her breath blew to me as her hand was right in
"Principessa?" Barra's voice assured me that I'm still alive.I was so limp as I opened my eyes. My hand had its way to my face. I shut my mouth closed while I yawned."Glad to see you wake up again." His words made me chuckle."Hmmm, you're still waiting for me? I thought Moorah already stole you from me."His face frowned when I mentioned Moorah's name, "I'm just kidding." I laughed out loud, "Besides, I know who you love. That person is me and not another woman."He gave me his best smile, "Oh yeah?" His finger poked my nose."Auch! Stop it." I tried to reach his finger. The more I couldn't get it, the more he kept teasing me. He kept poking my nose, every time I tried to stop him.He chuckled, "I win and you lose." He told me then showing me his thumbs down."I hate you." Hearing my answer, he moved closer to me. He pulled the strands of my hair
It was like dejavu. I brought her back to my mansion. It was like the old time, I sat waiting for her to wake up.The last time she was unconscious was because she attempted suicide. I didn't realize she'd woken up again, but with someone else's spirit, Janielle.Now she was unconscious again, and I gripped her soft hand with hope filled my heart.The doctor said she was just passed out, but it had been hours and she hadn't opened her beautiful eyes yet.I remembered how terrified I got when I was told that she was unconscious because she had tried to kill herself.At that time the feeling of regret got me. I wasn't there when she needed me. Then now, I was by her side and still couldn't take care of her.(Flashback to chapter one from Barra's point of view)It had been a long time since I met my old friend, Jazzlin Ozza. The news about the woman was circulating in
I had to tell my truth to Jazzlin's father, so he would forgive his daughter. He used to love her so much, but because of this ... everything had changed.Haytham insisted on joining us to Jeremy Ozza's penthouse, even though at first Barra didn't want him there. They both tried to dominate each other, but they just ended up falling in a cold war for a moment.When I was right in front of the penthouse, my palms got cold. I rubbed my itchy eyes then prepared myself once more.I was so restless and it really made me want to pee. Before the others got inside, I had already rushed in there to find a restroom.I went into one of the restrooms and immediately peed. The sound of footsteps made me stop my next action."Jazzlin, are you in there?"My lips pouted when I noticed it was Moorah.For God's sake, I don't like her so why does she keep walking around in my life ?
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