Semua Bab REBORN IN VENGEANCE, REWRITTEN IN LOVE: Bab 1 - Bab 10

I used to believe in fairy tales. Not the kind with dragons in suits, but the kind where a lonely heiress meets a charming stranger at a charity event, where best friends joke over champagne and swear loyalty forever, where fathers remember birthdays and mothers don't die in car crashes. I was wrong. Let me start at the beginning, the real beginning. I met Liam Blackwood on a rainy Tuesday. He was standing in my father's office, his sandy-blond hair shinning in the afternoon light, his laugh warm enough to melt the frost Richard Hart kept around his heart. "You must be Elena," he said, turning those steel gray eyes on me. "Your dad talks about you nonstop." Liar. My father hadn't said a word to me in weeks. But Liam made it easy to pretend. He would bring me warm coffee every morning, he knew all my favorite bedtime stories by heart, and laughed at my silliest jokes. Then one day he kissed me for the first time under the cherry tree in Hart Gardens, I felt like the heroine of o

The last thing Elena remembered was the cold. The wind whooshed loudly in her ears as she tumbled down. Below her, the city lights looked like sparkly gold and red ribbons, all faintly like when you rub your eyes too hard. She didn't even have time to yell "Oh no!" before... THUD! She landed on the hard ground. Her nightgown flapped around her, like a kite that couldn't fly anymore. Her mouth felt yucky, like she had licked salt. And far, far above, she heard his voice, tiny and it echoed, calling from the very top of the building. "Goodbye, little songbird." Liam. Her husband. Her killer. Elena flew awake, gasping. Her hands flew to her throat, clawing at skin that wasn't broken. No blood. No shattered bones. Everything was quiet... except for the sound of the old air conditioner (like a cat snoring in the corner!). And if you sniffed really hard the room smelled like someone just washed them with soap that smells like purple flowers. "What...?" She sat up, trembling. Sunli

The campus auditorium buzzed with the kind of energy only free pizza could create. Elena stayed around the back, her hoodie pulled low. The event was a lecture on "Ethical Leadership" hosted by Hart Industries, a joke, considering what she knew. But she had come for one reason, which was Liam. Jess elbowed her. "Why are we here again? You hate business stuff." "Research," Elena muttered, her eyes scanning the crowd. "On what? How to bore people to death?" Then a flash of navy silk near the stage caught Elena's eye. Liam stood adjusting his blue tie with silver stripes while chatting with a professor. Elena's chest tightened. He looked exactly as he was the day they had first met: polished smile, perfectly clean hair, and that tie. The tie he had later use to strangle her trust. "I will be right back," Elena said, slipping away. She ducked behind a curtain, her heart pounding. Her backpack held two "weapons": a cup of coffee and a thumb drive she had programmed that morning. The

The Hart Industries charity event glittered. Crystal chandeliers suspended down from the ceiling and shone light on marble floors and the waiters in white gloves carried trays of expensive champagne. Elena stood quietly a velvet curtain, watching her father laugh with Liam Blackwood, with his blue tie and its knot waiting to be tightened. Don't trust the blue tie. The text's warning rang in her mind. Liam handed Richard a glass of amber whiskey, his smile was as smooth as poison. This is it. The moment he kills him. Elena's legs moved before her brain caught up. She pushed a startled waiter and he crashed into Liam, sending the whiskey glass shattering to the floor. "Clumsy me!" she chirped, batting her lashes. "Let me get you a fresh drink!" Liam's jaw tightened, but he kept his voice syrup-sweet. "No harm done...?" "Elena. Elena Hart." She shook his hand and felt like breaking his fingers. The man who pushed me off a balcony. The man who laughed while I fell. "Richard's daug

The clone's face haunted Elena. Even as she sat in the MBA lecture hall, the image of Subject #34-C flickered in her mind, someone with her own eyes, blank and lifeless, staring back from a lab bed. She kept writing WHO AM I? in her notebook, then crossed it out violently."You look like you have seen a ghost," Noah whispered and moved his sit next to hers. He had traded his combat boots for sneakers, but his posture still screamed bodyguard."Just tired," she lied.The professor, a old man with a white beard, clapped his hands. "Today's exercise is a mock merger negotiation. Pair up and crush your opponent. No ethics, no rules, profit is the only language here."Elena's phone buzzed. A text from Serena:Unknown Number:Met your twin yet? She's prettier.Noah glanced at the screen. "Ignore her.""Easy for you to say. She's not cloning you.""Couldn't afford my good looks," he deadpanned.Elena almost smiled. Almost.The class divided into teams. Elena's opponent was a smug finance bro