Reborn Heiress: Rewriting My Tragic Destiny

her living room like a silent promise. Sunlight poured through the floor-to-ceiling windows of th

ched her eyes. In three days, she would be wearing this

her and Connor in Central Park, his arms wrapped around her, both of them laughing in

dress, a little tease before the big day. She could already imagine his response-

t the waist of the dress. It felt sof

n her hand. A text notif

be

onniving, and always orbiting whatever Jocelyn had, as if entitled to a share. Over the years, Jo

mile fading into a neutral li

sn't

s a p

ch had been beating a warm, steady rhythm, slammed again

asleep in bed, his bare chest rising and falling peacefully. She recognized the small

he couldn't control. She forced her thumb to pi

, blood-red, a color Amber favored. And on the ring finger of that hand, mocking her, sat her engageme

sea churned i

cold as ice. She swiped left, the movement almost mechanical-as if as long as she looked fas

t Christmas, back when she still tried to buy her sister's loyalty-was nestled against Connor's sleeping form. Amb

droom. The custom-made headboard, the bedside lamp with the s

her

hroom mirror. Behind her, through the slightly ajar showe

hot and acidic. She felt a physical

peared below the photos, a sna

s, doesn't he? Says he loves me mor

It was extinguished. Snuffed out like a candl

had learned to endure in deep water. The violent shaking in her hands stopped as if a sw

abs flowing along the avenue below. The city's relentless energy,

de over cheap takeout on this very floor. And Amber. The sister she had once tolerated out of duty-never truly loved unconditionally, not after years of petty jealousies and calc

The pure, virginal white of it was an obscenity. A monument to

let it out slowly, a controlled expulsi

phone again. Her fingers

he files to a secure cloud server, encrypted them, and then deleted the o

ontacts and scro

ler. Her

e a crisp, professional vo

devoid of emotion, chillingly calm. "I need you to start dra

end. "Jocelyn? What are you talking about

id, her tone leaving no room for

e Diane could ask

ct. Her fiancé. The man whose

short, cle

k. Come to the

ue bubble appeared,

wet bar, her movements measured and deliberate. She poured herse

cold water doing nothing to num

wn on the sofa opposite the door and waited. The judge, j