Se connecterDaisy Croft had it all—the fame, the fortune, and the man who adored her. But in her previous life, she took it all for granted, blinded by pride, bitterness, and jealousy. In a cruel twist of fate, she lost everything, including the one man who loved her unconditionally: Louis Grant. Now, given a second chance at life, Daisy is determined to rewrite her story. This time, she’ll fight for her love, her career, and her family. She rises through the entertainment industry like a storm, captivating the world with her newfound charm and maturity. Yet behind her success lies a secret, a past filled with regrets and betrayal. Louis Grant is a ruthless business tycoon, feared by many and respected by all. His icy demeanor and ironclad control make him untouchable—except when it comes to Daisy. His love for her is as deep as it is dangerous, and though he can’t forget how she shattered his heart before, he’s drawn to her new warmth and sincerity. But even he can sense that something has changed. As Daisy navigates the glittering yet perilous world of fame, dark forces from her past—friends turned enemies, and the mysterious mafia ties that once sought to ruin her—lurk in the shadows, threatening her newfound happiness. This time, she vows not to let anyone stand between her and the life she’s determined to reclaim. Can Daisy prove her love for Louis, protect him from the dangers she knows all too well, and finally find redemption? Or will the ghosts of her past once again destroy her only shot at happiness? A heart-stopping tale of love, second chances, and redemption, Reborn will sweep you off your feet and leave you breathless until the very last page.
Voir plusThe nex tmorning Daisy woke up in Ezekiel's house, it took her a moment to remember she wasn’t dreaming.For a second, she lay there—still, breath held—as if any movement might shatter the fragile peace around her. The sun filtered in through tall glass windows, illuminating the soft sheen of the cream-colored curtains. The sheets beneath her were warm, clean, smelling faintly of lavender and something else—steady, cool, and faintly metallic. It was a scent she was beginning to associate with Ezekiel.All she could keep thinking about was what her mornings usually meant. For years, mornings meant tension. Meant calculating risk before opening her eyes. Meant holding her breath, listening for footsteps, for keys turning in locks. But here... the only sound was birdsong. The hush of wind in trees. Silence, heavy, but not hollow. Silence that didn’t punish.She turned slowly onto her side, taking in the room—the soft grays and dusty blues that wrapped around her like a lullaby. There was
Daisy had never imagined she’d get used to the silence.Not like this.The silence of Ezekiel’s home was soft, like a hush that blanketed everything in peace instead of fear. It wasn’t the kind of quiet that made her skin crawl or her lungs tighten. There were no ticking clocks counting down to another outburst, no creaking floors that betrayed someone approaching too quickly, too angrily. There were no sharp voices through walls, no slamming doors, no whispers behind her back.Just stillness.The rustle of wind slipping through the trees outside the windows. The gentle creak of the old house settling into its bones. The occasional chirp of a bird brave enough to perch near the sill. That was it.And Ezekiel.It was always Ezekiel.Somehow he had managed to weave his way into her life.He had a way of being present without taking up space, of speaking without making her flinch. His presence didn’t demand anything. He didn’t fill the air with meaningless chatter to try and “fix” her. H
The next morning Daisy woke up in Ezekiel's house, it took her a moment to remember she wasn’t dreaming. For a second, she lay there—still, breath held—as if any movement might shatter the fragile peace around her. The sun filtered in through tall glass windows, illuminating the soft sheen of the cream-colored curtains. The sheets beneath her were warm, clean, smelling faintly of lavender and something else—steady, cool, and faintly metallic. It was a scent she was beginning to associate with Ezekiel. For years, mornings meant tension. Meant calculating risk before opening her eyes. Meant holding her breath, listening for footsteps, for keys turning in locks. But here... the only sound was birdsong. The hush of wind in trees. Silence, heavy, but not hollow. Silence that didn’t punish. She turned slowly onto her side, taking in the room—the soft grays and dusty blues that wrapped around her like a lullaby. There was a reading nook in the corner, books tucked into shelves like quie
Daisy sat cross-legged on the floor of the abandoned workshop Ezekiel had claimed as their occasional meeting spot. The scent of sawdust and faint traces of oil hung in the air, and the cracked windows let in just enough light to give the space an otherworldly glow.Across from her, Ezekiel was crouched over a blueprint spread out on a makeshift table, his brows furrowed in concentration. A faint smudge of ink streaked across his cheek, and Daisy couldn’t help but let her gaze linger.“You’re staring,” Ezekiel said without looking up, a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips.Daisy’s cheeks flushed. “No, I’m not.”He glanced at her then, his hazel eyes dancing with amusement. “You’re a terrible liar.”She rolled her eyes, but there was no bite in her response. “Focus on your work.”“I would if someone wasn’t distracting me,” he teased, sitting back on his heels.Daisy huffed, but the warmth spreading in her chest betrayed her irritation. Moments like this—quiet, unguarded—they were b
The warm glow of the villa’s interior was inviting as the cast gathered in the spacious living room. The production crew had just finished announcing the groups, splitting the nine participants into trios. Predictably, Daisy, Veronica, and Clara ended up together—a grouping that was met with no smal
Louis Grant sat in his office, the weight of his worry etched across his sharp features. The sleek space was silent except for the faint sound of tapping fingers against the desk as he combed through reports his team had gathered. Yet, no matter how much information they pulled up about Daisy’s acti
The private jet hummed softly as it soared through the skies, the cabin offering a luxurious and serene environment. Daisy sat by the window, her gaze occasionally shifting from the clouds outside to the lively conversation happening beside her.“...and then he had the audacity to tell me that he des
The morning sun bathed the camp in golden light as the cast gathered in the common area. The production team had announced that their next task would involve an outdoor challenge, prompting excitement and mild anxiety among the participants.Daisy sat with Veronica and Clara, sipping on freshly brewe












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