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When The Rightful Heiress Is Reborn

Leila died at the hands of the people she trusted most in her past life, and she even uncovered the truth about her father's death. It was only then that she realized she was merely a chess piece in her stepmother's game, discarded once she lost her usefulness. She left the world filled with pain, resentment, and regret. But God doesn't condone evil. Leila was reborn, given a second chance eight years before her misery began! Now, she has the opportunity to correct her mistakes and live her life to the fullest. She rises to become a hidden big boss in many fields, in total control of everything—except her brother. ***Excerpt*** His calloused finger traced her nape sensually as he pinned her against the wall, towering above her. She bit her lip to stifle a moan and carefully called out, "Jayden?" He hummed lightly in response, his hand never stopping. "I—What are you doing?" He smirked, his attractive blue eyes shining affectionately as his hand moved down. "Doing you." Alright, she couldn't understand him at all! [2024 WSA Entry] NOTE: The main leads aren't related; they just address each other as brother and sister since they grew up together. Thanks for reading in advance, hope you gonna enjoy it. A/N: 300 Powerstones a week guarantee three extra chapters. 50 Golden Tickets a month also guarantee that.

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Not Yet, Please

Isn't this the catalyst he thought could sped up his grandson and his wife's relationship?

Without being told, he already realized what was going on.

He met Aysel's face with an apologetic smile then ordered the maids to take her away.

Soon, everyone disappeared from the room, leaving alone the trio.

Aysel's face was deadpanned, her eyes were exceptionally clear and serious, she didn't look like her usual self at all.

Lawrence felt guilty as this was partly his fault. He was the one putting everyone in a difficult situation.

"Hmm, Aysel, how was your health? How are you feeling?"

"I am feeling good, thanks for asking, Grandpa." Her tone was still nevertheless cold.

She hated things like this. She hated mistresses. Relationship ruiners.

It made her remember her past life.

Her step mother wasn't actually her step mother, she only address her that to numb and make herself forget about her past.