Reborn: Second Chance with the Scheming Tycoon
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Chapter 16 Chapter 16 In His Arms img
Chapter 17 Chapter 17 A Dance of Defiance img
Chapter 18 Chapter 18 The Unraveling img
Chapter 19 Chapter 19 The Authenticator img
Chapter 20 Chapter 20 The Proof img
Chapter 21 Chapter 21 Carried Away img
Chapter 22 Chapter 22 The Unmasking img
Chapter 23 Chapter 23 Trap img
Chapter 24 Chapter 24 Six-pack img
Chapter 25 Chapter 25 What kind of guy img
Chapter 26 Chapter 26 At any time img
Chapter 27 Chapter 27 Connection img
Chapter 28 Chapter 28 Defend for her img
Chapter 29 Chapter 29 What are you even worried about img
Chapter 30 Chapter 30 Game img
Chapter 31 Chapter 31 Why wasn't there any reaction img
Chapter 32 Chapter 32 It was kicking in now img
Chapter 33 Chapter 33 Poison img
Chapter 34 Chapter 34 I've always been like a brother to you img
Chapter 35 Chapter 35 Back img
Chapter 36 Chapter 36 You're not the least bit curious img
Chapter 37 Chapter 37 This is my boyfriend img
Chapter 38 Chapter 38 Quiz img
Chapter 39 Chapter 39 Don't leave me img
Chapter 40 Chapter 40 No, don't turn it on img
Chapter 41 Chapter 41 Story img
Chapter 42 Chapter 42 Idea img
Chapter 43 Chapter 43 I'm ending this engagement today! img
Chapter 44 Chapter 44 I'm a decent guy! img
Chapter 45 Chapter 45 Poor guy img
Chapter 46 Chapter 46 I want an answer img
Chapter 47 Chapter 47 Won't change my decision img
Chapter 48 Chapter 48 Help her come up with an excuse img
Chapter 49 Chapter 49 Reflect img
Chapter 50 Chapter 50 Telepathy img
Chapter 51 Chapter 51 Amelia frowned img
Chapter 52 Chapter 52 Climbing into someone's house at night img
Chapter 53 Chapter 53 She's got guts img
Chapter 54 Chapter 54 She's just here to steal the spotlight img
Chapter 55 Chapter 55 Thief img
Chapter 56 Chapter 56 Catch the thief img
Chapter 57 Chapter 57 Video img
Chapter 58 Chapter 58 Performance img
Chapter 59 Chapter 59 Sorry img
Chapter 60 Chapter 60 Kidnapped img
Chapter 61 Chapter 61 Fortune master img
Chapter 62 Chapter 62 Long-term collaboration img
Chapter 63 Chapter 63 Weren't we supposed to be faking this img
Chapter 64 Chapter 64 We should take responsibility for what we do img
Chapter 65 Chapter 65 University img
Chapter 66 Chapter 66 The campus belle img
Chapter 67 Chapter 67 Vase img
Chapter 68 Chapter 68 She will be angry img
Chapter 69 Chapter 69 Misunderstanding img
Chapter 70 Chapter 70 Couch potato img
Chapter 71 Chapter 71 Won't force you img
Chapter 72 Chapter 72 I don't think I'm quite ready yet img
Chapter 73 Chapter 73 Scammer img
Chapter 74 Chapter 74 This is a suite img
Chapter 75 Chapter 75 Crossdressing img
Chapter 76 Chapter 76 In your pants pocket img
Chapter 77 Chapter 77 We're dating now img
Chapter 78 Chapter 78 You're officially invited img
Chapter 79 Chapter 79 You are also here img
Chapter 80 Chapter 80 Threw the glass img
Chapter 81 Chapter 81 Drunk img
Chapter 82 Chapter 82 Apologize img
Chapter 83 Chapter 83 She really got some moves img
Chapter 84 Chapter 84 Reflexes img
Chapter 85 Chapter 85 Artist img
Chapter 86 Chapter 86 Morning img
Chapter 87 Chapter 87 Hotel img
Chapter 88 Chapter 88 Competition img
Chapter 89 Chapter 89 Recreate it img
Chapter 90 Chapter 90 Sabrina's skill level img
Chapter 91 Chapter 91 Why is there lipstick on this img
Chapter 92 Chapter 92 Try a different one img
Chapter 93 Chapter 93 Three hundred thousand img
Chapter 94 Chapter 94 That-was HER! img
Chapter 95 Chapter 95 Shopping img
Chapter 96 Chapter 96 Present img
Chapter 97 Chapter 97 How can it just vanish ! img
Chapter 98 Chapter 98 Roses img
Chapter 99 Chapter 99 Once again, she felt like a clown img
Chapter 100 Chapter 100 The birthday party img
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Chapter 3 Chapter 3 Turning the Tables

Amelia jumped slightly, only to realize Damien was simply unbuckling her seatbelt.

He carried a subtle, masculine scent-a mix of light cologne and something uniquely his.

"Thank you, Mr. Taylor. I'll go in now," she said, trying to ignore the sudden flutter in her chest.

Once she stepped out, Damien didn't drive off immediately.

He watched as Amelia approached a villa-but instead of using the front door, she climbed deftly onto the balcony.

Just then, his phone vibrated.

"Sir, the two men have been dealt with. What's next?"

"Hand them over to the police," Damien replied coldly.

"One issue. one of them didn't make it."

"Did you get any information from them?" Damien pressed sharply.

"We. didn't have the chance."

He had intended to interrogate them about who was behind the attack on Amelia, but his men had been overzealous.

Hanging up, he rubbed his temples in frustration.

Inside, Amelia had already slipped through the balcony into her bedroom and changed into pajamas.

Lying in bed, memories of that horrific day from her past life flooded back.

Back then, Sabrina had lied, telling her Ethan was waiting at his apartment.

Overjoyed, she rushed over-only to find Sabrina in bed with Ethan.

She had completely lost control.

Ethan looked at her with contempt. "Playing the innocent victim? Who are you trying to fool?"

Sabrina asked Ethan to leave, claiming she would persuade Amelia not to break off the engagement.

The moment he was gone, Sabrina dropped the act. Smirking triumphantly, she said, "Those scandalous photos from your birthday? Ethan has seen them. And just five minutes ago, I posted them online-congratulations, you're about to go viral. Haha."

That was when Amelia finally saw Sabrina for the manipulative snake she was.

But even then, she never imagined Sabrina would go as far as murder.

Sabrina drugged her, slashed her face repeatedly, and pushed her from the 27th floor.

She didn't just want Ethan-she wanted Amelia ruined, all for the Johnson family fortune.

Sabrina had schemed ruthlessly, but she could never have anticipated one thing: Amelia had been reborn.

Now, with a second chance, Amelia wasn't going to waste it. Just wait, Sabrina-your reckoning is coming.

If her memory was correct, Sabrina would call in about ten minutes.

Right on cue, her phone lit up.

The moment she answered, Sabrina's voice oozed fake concern: "Sis, where are you? Why aren't you home yet?"

Amelia answered in a groggy, sleep-filled voice: "Sabrina? Did you dial wrong? I'm asleep."

Downstairs in the Johnson living room, Sabrina had put the call on speaker. Richard and Grace sat on the couch nearby.

Sabrina adopted a guilty, tearful tone: "Sis, it's all my fault-I shouldn't have taken you out to celebrate your birthday without telling Mom and Dad. You drank too much and disappeared. Please come home! Mom and Dad are worried sick!"

Amelia yawned lazily: "But I'm already in bed."

Sabrina sounded on the verge of tears: "Sis, stop joking. Where are you really?"

Amelia replied, feigning confusion: "What do you mean? I'm at home. Sabrina, are you okay? Did you drink too much?"

Richard's angry voice cut in: "Amelia Johnson! You're the one who sounds drunk. Get home now-ten minutes!"

Grace added with false warmth: "Amelia, we're really worried. We're all waiting for you in the living room."

Amelia smirked coldly. Worried? Please.

That stepmother-and-daughter duo only knew how to play the innocent victims. Her father? Always took their side without question.

"Sis, say something!" Sabrina pressed-certain Amelia was lying and eager to expose her.

Just then, Amelia's voice came from the top of the stairs. She looked genuinely puzzled: "Sabrina, what are you talking about?"

Sabrina turned and froze.

Amelia was walking down the stairs.

But that was impossible-wasn't she supposed to be unconscious in a hotel? How was she home?!

            
            

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