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Rebirth of the Hated Character

With every move of her hands and every batting of her lashes, Selene was able to captivate the world with her delicate beauty. She was the "Queen of Showbiz," the beloved of the Castillo family, unlike Keira, the ugly duckling of the family. It didn't matter the context or truth behind the issue, Keira was to be blamed by everyone. "Selene can do no wrong! How can such a delicate, fragile thing think ill of someone? It must be Keira who is making up lies!" "How dare you cause your sister to become sick! Receive your punishment!" Such words were a norm for Keira. The place she called home was Hell's Gate, and the people she called family were poisonous demons. Her life was filled with blame and abuse hurled by her sister's supporters. She was schemed against, attacked, and ruined to the point of no return. The last nine months of her life were the worst. Her insomnia had developed into Sporadic Fatal Insomnia, causing her to lose weight as she suffered consistent sleepless nights. At the age of 23, Keira Castillo passed away alone in her dingy apartment. Her final moments were filled with dread as she begged and prayed to whichever god was listening. "If only I had one more chance..." To her delight, she had regressed to when she was 18. 'The man you love? I'm taking him. The title 'Queen of Showbiz'? That's also mine. Everything you gained from stepping all over me, I will take. My dear Selene, I will play you in the palms of my hands and live my life the way I was supposed to.'

YuaLinn · Urban
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29 Chs

Austin Pierce Pt.1

The day went by oddly quickly for Ethan. His figure reflected in the window was shrouded in mystery against the night lights of the bright city.

"The Young Miss has gone to sleep." One of the maids informed him, sneaking glances at the man who stood with his back toward her. "I also brought her bag as ordered."

"Leave it on the desk. You can head back." He waved, allowing her to take the rest of the night off.

The whiskey in his hand was no longer appetizing. He occasionally indulged in drinks, treating them like a luxury, since he was a health maniac.

Perhaps it was the report he had received that had sullied his mood. He didn't quite understand the feelings that were in his heart or why he felt a little care for the grandchild he never properly looked at.