All Chapters of The Billionaire's Four Matches : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

SOME LEGACIES DON'T STAY BURIED ;I woke up to silence, not the sterile silence of a hospital, not the ringing pressure of pain in my ears - but the soft, steady quiet of my old bedroom.Morning light rest gently on the curtains. The air smells faintly of lavender.I sit up abruptly, my body move easily… No weakness. No pain. No reminder of illness. My hands trembles as I press them against my chest, my heartbeat is strong, steady, alive. This isn't how it ends .My gaze falls on the antique mirror by the window . The woman staring back at me looks younger - softer , untouched by years of suffering. Her hair is longer, her eyes clearer… Too clear. " This isn't possible " I whisper . A calm voice answer in the room, "It is. But only once " I freeze. I turn slowly. Aya sits in the armchair near the window, her posture straight, expression compose - as though she has been waiting for this moment all along . Time has not softened my grandmother... if anything, age has sharpened he

NOT ALL CHANGES ANNOUNCE THEMSELVES ;The room falls silent.The chandelier above us glow softly casting golden light over the polish marble floor. I did not flinch. Not a blink.Not a sharp inhale.Not even the faintest tremor in my finger, I look at Judy.In my first life, this single question would have shattered my composure. I would have panicked. Stammered. Revealed everything with her eyes alone.But this is a second chance.I set my teacup down gently, the porcelain barely making a sound against the saucer.“What if I did?” I said calmly.Judy blinks. For a split second - just one - something flickers in her eyes. Surprise? Fear? then she chuckles.A bright, careless chuckle that echoes too loudly in the luxurious sitting room.“Reborn? Please,” Judy waves her hand dismissively. “Amanda, you read too many novels. What's next? You're going to tell me you remember your past life too?”Her laugh softens into giggles, as if I have just told her the funniest joke.Judy always do t

POWER IS LOUDER THAN SILENCE;The world spun violently as my body tilt backward. The sharp scent of gunpowder burns in my lungs.For a second, everything moves in slow motion - the horrifying faces of the reporters, the shatter car window, the echo of the gunshot still vibrating in the air.Then - Pain… Not deep. Not tearing, but sharp enough to steal my breath. My hands flies to my shoulder as I hit the ground.Warmth.My fingers comes away red, and gaze ripples through the crowd. “She's been shot!”But I am still conscious. Still breathing and thinking. It graze me. The reflection comes quickly. The bullet has slice through the edge of my shoulder, tearing fabric and skin - but it hadn't gone through.It isn't meant to kill… It is meant to warn. My black suit darkens where the blood slowly spread, but my expression remains terrifying calm.Somewhere beyond the chaos, tyres screech. A car sped away from the far end of the parking lot, and I memorize the sound.Security guards rush f

THERE IS ONLY ONE WINNER IN A GAME; The next morning, Aya calls me to inform me about Marcus's plan. “Blackwood is moving” Aya said calmly over the phone. “His mother will sermon you.” My fingers pause around my tea cup. “Sermon?” “Yes,” Aya reply. “She believes obedience is a virtue.” I smile faintly. “Then she'll be disappointed.” Aya studies my voice. “You remember what happened before.” “I do,” I said. “Very clearly.” “Do you intend to protect yourself?” I look up. “No.” Aya gaze, not loud but sharp enough. She didn't expect my answer. “I intend to use it,” I continue, smiling faintly. “The memory. The hu

SOME THREAT'S ANNOUNCE THEMSELVES. OTHERS ARRIVE DRESSED AS HELP; Outside, the night air feels cool against my skin. Evan opens the door silently and the car pulls away, I finally exhale. “You ended it,” Evan said. “Yes,” I reply. “Exactly how it needed to end.” My phone buzz. MARCUS: What did you just do? I didn't reply.  Once, I had begged for that woman's approval. Tonight, I have taken away her peace. My phone buzz again. UNKNOWN NUMBER: You didn't just refuse them. You humiliated them.  I type back calmly. ME: Some houses deserves cracks. I turn off my phone. Tomorrow, consequences would arrive but tonight - I have rewrite a memory that once destroy me.&hel