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121. The Rooftop Date
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Jett’s grandfather had rented an entire luxury motor yacht for the weekend, insisting to anyone within earshot that it was just going to be a small, casual family gathering.Naturally, the Mercer definition of a "small, casual gathering" turned out to mean a hundred-and-twenty-foot triple-deck vessel, twelve full-time crew members, and a private executive chef plating pan-seared scallops on the aft deck before we even set sail from the marina."This is not small, Mercer," I said, standing near the teak wood railing, taking in the mahogany accents, the shaded sun loungers, and the white-gloved staff moving effortlessly around us."He doesn't understand the word," Jett said, stepping up beside me in a crisp linen shirt and dark sunglasses, holding two tall glasses of sparkling water with lemon. "It's genuinely not in his vocabulary. If he orders a light sandwich, three catering trays arrive."Sophia materialized at my right shoulder like a beautiful, champagne-toting ghost, already
Reborn Rich: My Fiancé and Step-Sister Killed Me Once. 123. The Insurance money arrives
ARDENThe lawyer called on a Tuesday morning at half past nine, his voice formal, dry, and entirely devoid of drama."The policy's ready to be claimed, Ms. Steele. All the verification checks have cleared with the underwriter. Whenever you can come in, we can finalize the paperwork."I gripped my coffee mug a little tighter, looking across the kitchen island at Jett, who was reading through a sheaf of financial documents while sipping his tea."This afternoon works," I told the lawyer. "I can be at your office by two.""Perfect. I'll have the transfer authorization documents set out."I hung up and set my phone on the granite counter. Jett looked up instantly, his dark eyes taking in my expression before I even had a chance to speak."Was that the estate attorney?" he asked gently."Yes. The policy payouts are ready to be executed," I said, letting out a small breath. "I'm going over to sign the final releases this afternoon."Jett set his pen down without hesitation. "I'm co
Reborn Rich: My Fiancé and Step-Sister Killed Me Once. 122. The Rooftop Date II
CHAPTER 121: THE ROOFTOP DATEARDENMy breath hitched in my throat. I reached up, resting my palms against his wet, solid chest, feeling the heavy, steady thud of his heart under my fingertips. "Jett..."He didn't kiss me—not yet. He just leaned down, pressing a lingering, warm kiss to the sensitive junction where my neck met my shoulder, making a soft sigh escape my lips before he gently took my hand and led me back toward the dry sand.We collapsed onto our oversized beach towels, breathless, salt-dried, and completely unbothered by anything in the world beyond that stretch of sand.By mid-afternoon, we walked up the stone path to the private cliffside villa Jett had booked for the night. The property was breath-taking—an open-concept timber and glass villa perched over the ocean, surrounded by lush hibiscus and private infinity pools.We showered off the salt water, changed into comfortable linen clothes, and spent the late afternoon playing cards on the shaded wrap-around po
Reborn Rich: My Fiancé and Step-Sister Killed Me Once. 121. The Rooftop Date
ARDEN"Pack a bag," Jett said over the phone late Friday night. His voice was low, smooth, and laced with that quiet, late-night gravel that always sent a subtle shiver down my spine.I leaned back against my pillows, twisting a strand of hair around my finger. "Something light? Or am I dressing for corporate survival?""Something light," he murmured. "We're not staying in the city tomorrow.""Where are we going, Jett?""You'll see."He picked me up at precisely seven the next morning. I stepped out of my apartment building in a simple summer dress and a light cardigan, carrying a small weekender bag. But instead of turning toward the highway or taking the familiar coastal road out of town, his black town car took the expressway straight toward a private airfield on the northern edge of the city.The car rolled smoothly onto the tarmac, coming to a stop beside a sleek, white mid-sized private jet. A flight crew of two was already waiting near the base of the stairs, crisp in th
Reborn Rich: My Fiancé and Step-Sister Killed Me Once. 120. Lucas Starts Realizing
LUCASRita was lazily scrolling through her phone on the couch while Lucas worked on his laptop at the coffee table, when she suddenly sat up straight. Her eyes widened, her manicured fingers freezing on the screen."Oh my god," she breathed out. "Lucas, look at this.""What?" Lucas asked without looking up from his spreadsheet, his mind buried in work. "Another startup investment?""No," Rita said, her voice rising with a strange, breathless intensity. She turned the glowing screen toward him. "Look at this right now."It was a social media post from a high-profile business news page—a crisp, high-resolution photograph of Jett Mercer at a lavish corporate gala. He was wearing a impeccably tailored dark suit, standing amidst the city’s top elite, with a glowing caption below celebrating him as the youngest chairman in Mercer Industries' history."I knew it," Rita muttered, her thumb rapidly scrolling down through the comment section, then tapping over to a related post in the
Reborn Rich: My Fiancé and Step-Sister Killed Me Once. 119. A Karmic Circle
LUCASRita’s crypto token had doubled in value yet again by the time she finally sold off her holdings, transferring the entire sum straight into private equity shares for an early-stage tech startup her anonymous contact had flagged months ago.Lucas had asked about buying into the deal himself once—just a modest amount from his own savings to catch a piece of the momentum—and Rita had shut him down instantly. She told him the company had already closed its investment window to new buyers. Only the early investors who were already inside the loop, like her, were permitted to keep adding to their existing position.So he was forced to watch from the outside.Every evening, the number in her portfolio app kept climbing, flashing green, and there wasn't a single thing Lucas could personally do about it except sit beside her and watch her grow richer by the day while his own financial standing remained completely stagnant."It went up another eight percent this week," Rita said one
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