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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.

Tiff_Lin · Urbain
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Charli And Stuart

Leila was sitting on the couch, a pillow on her lap and she looked dazedly at the window.

Her friend was still nowhere to be found.

She didn't know what to do.

Vincent couldn't be contacted, and the police couldn't find Aditi. It was as if she had disappeared from the face of the earth, and that made Leila feel incredibly unwell. She really felt helpless.

Her father also wasn't able to find out whom exactly had took Aditi away even though he had contacted many friends that could help, and currently, he was still investigating.

That only made Leila even more worried and she held her hands together, praying silently.

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In the Hudson Mansion.

On the second floor.

A woman wearing a white pullover and black leggings strode through the corridor like a general marching to war. Her features were Indian, with deep eyes and voluptuous curves as she stormed forward, her jaw slacking with anger that made her appear intimidating.