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The fabric hugged my body like it had been made for this moment. “Done Ma’am,” she said softly. Her words settled between us. I stared back at the reflection before me, my fingers traced my jaw down to my chin. “Ava Johnson is gone truly,” I whispered, “now… I'm back as Ava Thorne.” “The Thorne heiress.” My hands steadied at the handle. For a second…I didn't move. Then I pushed the door open. Immediately I stepped into the room, voices thinned. Movements slowed, but I didn't. The corners of my lips lifted before I could stop it.

Having no choice but to silently suffer their cruelty. Now that she’d freed herself and discovered her second-chance mate, one of the most powerful men in this entire empire... she’d found that Scarlett was once again in a position of power above her. Capable of ruining her life, as if being forced to relive the hell of her enslaved upbringing all over again. “That’s not... I would never... —"”

I had grown into myself. Unlike the insecure girl I used to be, the years after my rebirth had given me confidence and brightness. The timid, small-town awkwardness that once clung to me had completely disappeared. I had inherited Julian and Penelope's excellent features, and under Penelope's careful care and guidance, my body was no longer thin and malnourished. I was healthy, elegant, and beautiful, with flawless skin and refined features. I looked every bit the wealthy heiress I was supposed to be.

Upon hearing that, Nina let out a soft chuckle, her voice dripping with superiority while saying, "It's only natural since it has been that way since I was a child. They have always revolved around me, catering to my every whim." She got so carried away by her pride that she revealed the secret she had kept hidden for many years without any misgivings. "You see, many of those times I was injured from falling were actually self-inflicted on purpose. I regularly went off my medication and deliberately caused my health metrics to deteriorate. "I mean, even those critical health scares that everyone made a huge deal about weren't severe at all. I completely faked them. I did it just to get every

she whispered and he smiled, a smug and satisfied look. “You would really get them back for me?” Adrian asked her and she shrugged. “I love you, it is the least I can do. I will make sure they pay,” she muttered and he nodded, he didn’t doubt her for a second. She was almost as sinister as he, if he got the story right, rumors had circulated that she had climbed a friend to obtain the little stardom and position in society she had. Cassandra Monroe, soon to be Hales, was the queen of sabotage here and he didn’t doubt her if she said she would get them back.

Then I walked out, never looking back. Of course, it started raining. My knees ached, the kind of sharp, biting pain that made my eyes water. Seven years ago, I was a headline: [Spencer Heiress Breaks Off Engagement for Love]. A spoiled rich girl giving it all up for her college sweetheart—a classic romance. Seven years later? Tom was a self-made success, a name people respected. And me? I was walking out with nothing but a battered heart and an empty suitcase. It was ridiculous. No, beyond ridiculous.

Naturally gifted with a strong memory, I had practiced this test over a hundred times and could even recite the answers from memory. After leaving the exam hall, everyone was eager to know how I had done. I said only one thing: “Better than ever.” Before the scores were even released, Ethan arrived with Mrs. Whitmore to propose, planning to get engaged to Vivian. Mrs. Whitmore had initially looked displeased. After all, everyone knew Vivian was the impostor heiress. In a prestigious family, bloodlines mattered, an heir’s identity could never be handed to an illegitimate child. But Ethan repeatedly assured her that Vivian was exceptionally capable and could get into Yale. Grandpa Sullivan had

She didn’t need to be feared or adored. This time, she’d build something better. Something that couldn’t be torn down with one “accident.” --- Later That Night – Bedroom She opened her notebook again. She crossed out a line. ✘ Friday public spill trap – AVOIDED She added another name to the corner of the page. Jace Carter – unpredictable, might become useful The unknown number hadn’t texted again. Yet. But she could feel it. The real enemy hadn’t made their move. And when they did, she’d be ready.