MasukWhat if the only way to survive is to become exactly what they made you? Arden Steele was a good person. She trusted the two people closest to her with everything, including her life. Her husband and stepsister took her money, her health, and eventually her life. She died believing it was just bad luck. Then she woke up three years earlier. This time, Arden isn't being good. She's being ruthless. She knows every betrayal that's coming and she's decided that if she can't stop fate's events, she'll damn well decide who they happen to. Her cheating husband? Her scheming sister? They wanted a victim. They're getting a villain instead. The only problem is Jett Mercer. Stupidly rich, annoyingly perceptive, and completely unable to leave her alone. He's turning into something that scares her more than her enemies do, because she can plan around hatred. She's not so sure she can plan around love. She came back to burn everything down. She just didn't expect to feel something warm in the middle of all that fire.
Lihat lebih banyakARDEN
I was signing away my mother's life.
The pen felt off in my shaky hands, but I forced myself to sign my name across the bottom of the insurance transfer payment page. My signature was slightly incorrect, and it looks nothing like I used to write it before I got diagnosed with cancer. But at least this was done, Twenty million dollars from my mom's life savings to Lucas, the only man I trusted with my life.
"There," I whispered, my voice barely audible through my sore scratchy throat. "It's finished."
I looked up at Lucas with so much love in my heart that it physically hurt. He was going to invest this money for our future, for the family we'd build together. Mom would be so proud knowing her daughter found someone who cared enough to help secure our tomorrow.
Lucas took the papers from my shaking hands, and his smile was so wide and beautiful. "Your mom was incredible, babe. She'd be so happy knowing you're trusting the people who love you most."
Love. The word made my chest flutter despite how hard it was to breathe lately. The doctors kept running tests, saying my symptoms looked like the same genetic blood cancer that took Mom, but I tried not to think about that.
The living room felt warm and cozy around us. I'd always loved coming to Lucas's family home, it felt like the real family life I'd never had growing up. Sure, the furniture was a bit dated and the decorations weren't fancy, but it was filled with love. That's what mattered.
"Surprise!"
Rita burst through the front door like a ray of sunshine, her blonde hair perfectly curled and bouncing as she practically skipped into the room. My step-sister looked absolutely radiant, her skin was glowing, her smile was infectious, and she was wearing this gorgeous designer blouse that must have cost a small fortune. She worked so hard at our company, she deserved to treat herself.
She held up a confetti popper with a mischievous grin. "I couldn't miss this moment!"
"Rita!" I laughed, my heart swelling with joy. Having her here made everything perfect. "You didn't have to come all the way over here!"
"Are you kidding? My big sister just made the smartest financial decision of her life. Of course I had to celebrate!"
The confetti popper exploded with a loud BANG and suddenly the room was filled with colorful paper floating down like snow. I clapped my weak hands together, laughing until I started coughing. Even my stupid illness couldn't ruin this perfect moment.
"What's all this about?" I asked, still giggling as confetti stuck in my hair.
Rita's eyes sparkled with excitement. "Oh, just wait and see, sister. You're going to love this."
Lucas was fidgeting behind me, and when I turned around, he had this adorable nervous energy that made my heart skip. He was hiding something behind his back, his cheeks flushed like a little boy with a secret.
"Lucas?" I whispered, hope building in my chest like a balloon ready to burst.
"Well," he said, his voice thick with emotion, "I figured with everything that's happened... with your mom passing and us getting more serious... maybe it's time to make this official."
My breath caught in my throat. Was he...? Could he be...?
He pulled out a small box from behind his back, and I felt like I might faint from pure happiness. This was it. This was the moment I'd dreamed about since I was a little girl playing dress-up in Mom's old clothes.
"Oh my God, Lucas," I breathed, tears instantly flooding my eyes. "Really?"
He was standing right in front of me, holding that precious little box, and his smile was so tender and loving. Some girls might want their boyfriend to get down on one knee, but honestly? This felt so much more intimate. So much more us.
"Open it," he said softly.
My hands were shaking so badly I could barely get the box open, but when I finally did, I gasped. Inside was the most beautiful ring I'd ever seen. It was simple and elegant…just a delicate silver band with a sweet little stone that caught the afternoon light. It wasn't huge or flashy like those rings in magazines, but it was mine for what it’s worth.
"Lucas, it's perfect," I sobbed, fat tears rolling down my cheeks. "It's absolutely perfect. Mom always said the most beautiful jewelry was made with love, not money."
Rita made this happy little sound behind me, like she was about to cry too. Having my sister here to witness this moment made it even more special.
"Here," Lucas said, reaching for a glass of apple juice from the coffee table. "Let's toast to Mrs. Sharp."
Mrs. Sharp. The name sent shivers of joy through my entire body.
"Lucas," I said hesitantly, "you know apples make my throat a little scratchy..."
"Come on, babe," he coaxed, his eyes so warm and encouraging. "It's just a tiny sip for our engagement. Besides, you've been dealing with so much worse lately with your health issues. A little apple juice won't hurt."
He was right. After everything my body had been through with this mysterious illness, a mild scratchy throat was nothing. And this was our engagement toast, our first moment as an engaged couple. I wasn't going to let a silly food sensitivity ruin the most important moment of my life.
"You're absolutely right," I said, taking the glass with both hands. "To our future, my love."
The apple juice was sweeter than usual. Lucas must have gotten the fancy kind. I took a big gulp, wanting to show him how happy I was, how ready I was to be his wife.
But something was wrong.
The liquid burned going down my throat, and not in the familiar tingle of my apple allergy. This was different. This was fire spreading through my chest, making it impossible to breathe.
"Lu..." I tried to say his name, but no sound came out. My throat was closing, sealing shut like someone was strangling me from the inside.
I dropped the glass and it shattered on the floor, the sound echoing through the room as I fell to my knees. My hands flew to my throat, clawing at my neck as if I could somehow tear it open and let the air in.
"Lucas!" I tried to scream, but only a horr ible wheezing sound came out. "Help me!"
ARDENThe estate had been transformed entirely from the last time Arden had walked its gardens—white and gold everywhere, arches of flowers lining every path, the late afternoon light catching against crystal glasses already set out for the reception."You look insane," Sophia said, adjusting the veil for the fourth time even though it had been perfect the first time. "In the best possible way. Jett's going to forget how to speak.""That would be a nice change of pace, honestly.""He's been unbearable all week. Grandfather made him practice his vows out loud twice, and both times he cried before he finished." Sophia grinned, holding up her phone. "I have proof. Ammunition for future arguments."Riley appeared in the doorway, dressed in soft blue, holding a small bouquet of her own. "The venue looks incredible. You have to see the garden properly before we start."They walked through together, and Arden took it in slowly—the arches, the string lights already glowing faintly aga
ARDENJett had been oddly, infuriatingly cagey all week.He was dodging simple questions about weekend plans, slipping out of the room to take low-toned phone calls he refused to explain, and checking his watch with every single breath he took. I had noticed every single anomaly without saying a word out loud, filing each suspicious detail away in the quiet back of my mind."You're being weird," I said flatly on Friday evening, setting my wine glass down as I watched him glance at his phone screen for the third time in under ten minutes."I'm not being weird," he said seamlessly, leaning back against the velvet restaurant booth."You've checked that phone eleven times since our appetizers arrived, Jett. I'm counting.""I'm a very busy man, Arden." He finally flipped the device face-down on the white tablecloth and focused his full, dark eyes on me—a little too smoothly. "Chairman duties. Highly demanding.""Uh-huh." I narrowed my eyes at him across the candlelit table, entire
ARDENI was reviewing a complex branding proposal at my desk, deep in a color palette spreadsheet, when my phone buzzed across the polished wood. Riley’s name lit up the screen.I almost let it go to voicemail. We had dinner plans scheduled for later that evening, and my eyes were burning from staring at pantone codes all morning. But something about the relentless, buzzing insistence of the second ring made me drop my pen and pick up anyway."Riley? What's going on?""You need to sit down for this, Arden," Riley said, her voice breathlessly fast, barely catching her wind. "Seriously. Sit down."I leaned back in my office chair, my attention snapping into sharp focus. "What happened?""Jade's family," Riley blurted out, the words tumbling over each other. "Her dad just got arrested by federal agents two hours ago. Securities fraud, wire fraud, racketeering—some massive, elaborate scheme. Apparently, his entire real estate empire was built on lies stacked on top of dirty money
RITA Rita grew up understanding, long before she had the proper words to articulate it, that her father belonged to two separate houses, and that hers was always the second one—the quiet one, the hidden one, the house he visited on specific evenings rather than lived in full-time. She remembered being five years old, sitting on a vanity stool in her mother’s bedroom while the afternoon sun cut through the heavy lace curtains, painting amber stripes across the floral carpet. "He's still married," Vivian said, drawing a tortoiseshell hairbrush through Rita’s dark curls with considerably more force than was necessary, pulling hard enough to make Rita’s scalp sting. "For now. But that's temporary, Rita. Everything temporary eventually becomes permanent—if you're patient enough and clever enough about it." "When's he going to come live here with us?" Rita asked, squirming slightly against the pull of the brush. "Like Sarah's daddy lives at her house?" "When I decide it's the






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