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After surviving a life shadowed by silence, betrayal, and sacrifice, Elara Wynthorpe doesn't seek revenge-she seeks reclamation. Her first act of freedom? Spending five billion dollars on an uncharted island no one else wanted. The official managing the transaction was speechless. The island was remote-absent from GPS, untouched by tourism, and isolated from even the faintest signal of civilization. "Ms. Wynthorpe," he said carefully, "are you sure? Once you're there, the world won't follow." With a quiet certainty in her voice, Elara answered, "Good. I don't want to be found." Because for Elara, disappearing isn't defeat-it's reinvention. And in the silence of the sea, she will rewrite not just her fate, but her voice, her art, and the echoes of others who need a place to begin again.
The moment Elara awoke in her second life, she wasted no time: five billion dollars-gifted as a wedding present-was spent on acquiring a desolate, off-the-grid island no one wanted.
The sales officer was stunned. "Miss Elara, are you sure? The island is virtually unreachable. No signal, no society-completely cut off."
"That's precisely the point," she replied, her voice steady. "Peace. Solitude. No interruptions."
With a signature and a swipe of her card, the island was hers.
In her past life, she never touched that money. It had come from Aurelian Vale-the most affluent man in Riverton and her then-fiancé. But the wealth, the engagement, the dream of a future with him-all of it was an illusion.
This time, reborn just after their engagement, she vowed to live differently. The first lesson? Self-prioritization.
As she stepped onto the sidewalk, a sleek Maybach screeched to a halt. The door flung open, and Aurelian strode toward her with long, urgent steps.
"Elara," he commanded, "come with me."
He didn't wait for her reply. Her hand was seized, and she was practically flung into the back seat. The car raced through the city to a hospital. Without explanation, she was dragged straight to the blood transfusion ward.
Only after the needle pierced her vein did he speak. "Margaux fell. She's bleeding heavily. We only need a bit this time, don't worry."
Before Elara could respond, a stinging slap greeted her cheek. Her mother stood fuming. "You little brat! I told you to stay with your sister!"
Her father didn't raise a hand, but his glare burned. "If something happens to Margaux, you'll answer for it."
Elias, her brother, didn't even look at her. "Maybe we should just keep her tied up so she doesn't disappear again."
This was her family-her role, a glorified blood bag.
Born solely because her sister had a rare blood condition, Elara's existence served one purpose: to keep Margaux alive. Her body bore years of punctures and withdrawals. Her soul bore years of neglect.
The only person who ever showed her kindness was Aurelian.
The Vales and the Wynthorses had been intertwined for generations. Amid the void of familial affection, Elara fell for the man who smiled at her when no one else did.
When she confessed her love, he didn't smile. But he said yes.
He promised marriage.
She believed it meant he loved her too.
But the truth? Aurelian loved Margaux. He agreed to marry Elara only because if she wed another, she might stop donating blood-and that could kill Margaux.
When Margaux was wheeled from the emergency room, her entourage abandoned Elara without a glance.
Father. Mother. Brother. Aurelian.
They rushed to Margaux's side like she was royalty.
Elara looked down at the engagement ring on her finger, then up at the hospital's sterile lights.
She laughed. Quiet. Bitter. Final.
Then she walked away.
As she exited, she slipped the ring from her finger and dropped it into the nearest trash can.
In this life, she would beg for no one's love.
She would not chase Aurelian Vale.
She would love only herself.
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