LOGINBetrayed by her husband and half-sister, stripped of everything she owned, and left to die in the streets—Susan’s life ended in tragedy. But fate wasn’t done with her yet. Waking up one year in the past, pregnant with the child she lost, she has a second chance. This time, she won’t beg. She won’t suffer. She will make them pay. With ruthless intelligence and a master plan, she builds an empire to destroy the man who destroyed her. But as secrets unravel and an unknown force watches from the shadows, one question remains— Was she the only one who came back?
View MoreSusan’s POVOnly the click of the gun was heard.It echoed loud in the room, like the last bit of hope breaking apart. Johnny’s hands were trembling as he pulled the trigger again… and again. Just more clicks—but there was no bullet. Nothing.His face twisted in shock.“No… no,” he muttered, staring at the useless gun like it had betrayed him. He shook it, pulled again. Still nothing. Just empty, cold clicks.Marshall laughed. It was deep, mean, like he was watching a child fail at something so simple.“You really thought I wouldn’t check your weapon?” he sneered.Johnny dropped the gun. It clattered to the floor.Then he charged towards Marshall.They crashed into each other hard, knocking over the chair, slamming into the desk. Marshall grabbed Johnny and slammed him into the floor. The sound of bones hitting tile made my heart drop.Johnny tried to fight back, but Marshall was faster, stronger. He got on top of Johnny and punched him hard in the face—once, twice, again.I screamed.
Susan’s POVMy heart was still racing as I stood frozen in place, staring at him.“Marshall…” I breathed, barely able to say his name. “Why are you doing this? I was just starting to trust you.”He smiled, slow and wicked. “Took you long enough to figure it out.”I stepped back. My stomach twisted in fear. “Please… please, Marshall, don’t do this.”“Uh-uh… it’s too late now,” he said, shaking his head. Then his eyes flickered toward the bathroom. “You really should’ve minded your business, Susan.”“You’re the one who locked him in there,” I said, my voice shaky.He didn’t even flinch. “Of course I did. Nathan stuck his nose where it didn’t belong. Same as you.”I swallowed hard. “Why…? What do you want from me?”He stepped forward.I stepped back.And he smiled like I was a toy he was enjoying breaking.“I want you to finally know the truth,” he said. “You’ve been walking around all your life thinking you’re someone you’re not. Living in a story that was made up for you. Pretty little
Susan’s POVThe brass key shook in my fingers as I pushed it into the lock again. I twisted harder. Nothing.I tried again.Still locked.I pulled it out and stared at it like it had betrayed me. “No, no, no… please,” I whispered, my voice breaking.I had been sure this was it. I had felt it in my bones. But the door stayed tightly shut.I stepped back, my heart pounding loudly in my chest, my hand trembling. Whoever was inside needed help—and fast. But I was stuck. Out of time. Out of strength.I dropped to my knees and crawled under the desk again, searching wildly. My hands scraped over the drawers, yanking them open, then slamming them shut. I flung open every cabinet I could find, tearing through files, envelopes, and loose paper. Anything that looked like it might hold something.Then I spotted it—tucked in the corner of the bookshelf behind old binders was a box. No, not one—three different boxes, all locked.Each one had a small label: “Spare Keys.”My heart jumped. I grabbed
Susan’s POVMy hand gripped the doorknob of the bathroom tighter, and I leaned closer, pressing my ear against the cold wood.Another soft sound came—like something brushing against the wall. Then came a weak voice. Barely above a whisper.“Help…”My heart slammed against my ribs. I lost the urge to pee in an instant.I jerked back, stumbling a little. My belly felt heavy, and my hands went straight to it. I stood still for a second, trying to convince myself I’d imagined it. That it was just the plumbing. That maybe it was a rat, or the wind, or my mind playing tricks on me.But I heard it again.Clearer this time.“Help… please…”I froze.Someone was in there.Locked inside.I looked around the room, panic crawling up my spine like cold fingers. I had to open the door. I needed to open it.But how?I glanced at the lock again. It wasn’t broken or busted. Just locked. A regular bathroom door lock.“Where’s the damn key?” I muttered, eyes darting across the room.I tried the handle ag
Susan’s pov I dressed up in the same clothes that I had worn in my last life it was a deliberate choice— to keep things interesting, to maintain the idea of the naive Susan. Eight minutes later I was downstairs, standing next to Lily. One glance at the both of us, you could tell that we were oppos
Susan’s pov First things first. I needed a plan— one without flaws. There was no room for mistakes this time. I paced back and forth inside my room, from one end to the another, my mind racing. I listed everything I had done in my past life, every mistake I had made. The list was long— too long
Susan’s pov “Ahhhhhh!!!” I screamed in shock as I opened my eyes. My chest heaved as I scanned my surroundings—my room. Everything was exactly as I remembered it. I looked at the bedside drawer that complemented my bed and my phone was right there. That’s impossible. Those men had taken it. With
Susan’s pov The words hung in the air, thick and suffocating—a job offer to be his maid? Was he for real? I felt Lily’s delighted gaze on me, waiting for me to crack. Waiting for me to accept it, to thank him. My stomach twisted. My body trembled with anger and disbelief and then I laughed—low












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