Lahat ng Kabanata ng Reborn to Reject: A Million to Burn the Cheater’s Regret: Kabanata 11 - Kabanata 15

The morning sun over Manhattan was sharp and unforgiving, much like Sophia’s new life. In her sleek, minimalist office at Vertex Consulting, she leaned back in her leather chair, watching a video feed on her laptop.On the screen, Luna was entering a high-end recruitment firm, wearing a knock-off Chanel suit and carrying a fake Hermès Birkin—the very one Sophia had "accidentally" left behind in the penthouse."She took the bait," Ella said, leaning against the doorframe with two cups of artisan coffee. "The 'headhunter' I planted reached out. Luna thinks she’s being scouted for a Senior PR role at a rival firm."Sophia took a slow sip of her latte, her eyes cold. "She’s so desperate to reclaim the status she thinks she deserves that she’s blind to the red flags. Greed is a powerful blinder."At the recruitment office, Luna sat with her legs crossed, trying to project an air of effortless sophistication."Mr. Sterling," Luna said, flashing a practiced smile at the man across the desk.

The air on Fifth Avenue was thick with the scent of expensive perfume—the unmistakable aroma of money and power. Luna clutched three designer dust bags to her chest, her eyes darting nervously as she stepped into *Luxury Echoes*, a high-end consignment boutique known as the secret sanctuary for socialites looking to offload unwanted gifts or for the newly bankrupt to liquidate their assets.She needed cash, and she needed it now. Mr. Harris’s lawsuit was a ticking time bomb, and Lucas’s cold indifference had made one thing clear: in this concrete jungle, she was officially on her own."Welcome. Are you looking to consign or for an immediate buyout?" the clerk asked. She wore pristine silk gloves, her sharp eyes scanning Luna’s slightly disheveled appearance with professional scrutiny."Buyout. I need the payment today," Luna said, taking a sharp breath and trying to summon a shred of her crumbling elegance. She began placing the bags on the glass counter one by

A thin mist clung to the edges of Brooklyn, where a dilapidated apartment building stood like a silent tombstone against the night sky. Sophia stood beneath it, the wind whipping the hem of her trench coat. The biting cold made her shoulders hunch instinctively.This was the finish line of her past life. In that timeline, she had breathed her last in the bleakest basement of this very building, accompanied only by the rhythmic drip of a leaking pipe."Sophia, are you sure about this?" Ella’s hands trembled on the steering wheel, the headlights illuminating the rusted iron gates with an eerie glow. "Jake said the signal is on the third floor. That’s where you... where you used to live.""He’s waiting for me." Sophia’s voice was as cold as ice, but her eyes were unnervingly steady. "If I don't go in, this time bomb will eventually blow us all to pieces."She pushed the car door open. Her leather heels clicked sharply against the cracked asphalt.The motion-sensor lights in the hallway h