The Phoenix Heiress: A Second Chance at Vengeance

My life ended with my own brother' s hands pressed tight around my neck.

Ethan, obsessed with our stepsister, Sophia, saw me as the monster, believing her every manipulative word.

He was going to make my death look like a suicide, all to give her my share of the family fortune.

The world faded to black.

But then, I woke up.

To screaming.

To gunshots.

I was back, reborn into that same, horrific nightmare: our home under invasion, my mother already bleeding out, just like before.

I knew what I had to do.

I fought to save her, racing against time, only to be met by my fiancé, Liam.

Instead of aid, he spouted Ethan' s cruel lies, accusing me of arson and a "psychotic episode."

He dismissed my critically injured mother as an "actress," trying to have me arrested for a fabricated crime.

The man I loved believed them over the horrifying truth right before his eyes.

How could these blatant deceptions hold such sway?

Why were they all so blind to Sophia' s true nature, so quick to believe I was deranged?

This wasn't just jealousy; something far more twisted was at play.

This time, I wouldn't let history repeat itself.

I would uncover the true architect of this chaos and reclaim my life.

My first life ended with my brother' s hands around my neck.

Ethan Vance, my older brother, the heir to the Vance fortune, was a fool.

He was obsessed with Sophia Hayes, our half-sister.

She was not what she seemed.

Our mother, Catherine, kind and trusting, never saw Sophia' s true nature.

Sophia manipulated Ethan easily.

He controlled Vance Global Security, our family' s private firm.

That night, the Serpent' s Coil gang invaded our home.

Mother was critically injured.

Ethan was gone.

He had taken every single security guard, the entire force, to Long Island.

For Sophia.

He was throwing her a surprise yacht party.

A massive, unauthorized fireworks display lit up the sky over the water, a ridiculous show of extravagance.

My desperate calls finally brought him back.

Too late.

Mother was already permanently damaged.

Sophia then faked a mental breakdown.

She cried, she screamed, she blamed me.

She said I drove her to despair by ruining her special day.

She even claimed I orchestrated the attack to make Ethan look bad.

Ethan believed every word.

He saw Sophia as a fragile victim, and me as a monster.

He dragged me into the library.

He wanted me to sign a confession.

A confession that would give Sophia my share of the family fortune, my public goodwill.

Then he would make my death look like a suicide.

His eyes were cold, filled with a certainty that chilled me more than the fear of death.

He started to squeeze.

The world went dark.

I woke up to screaming.

Gunshots.

The home invasion was happening again.

I was back. Reborn into the same nightmare.

My first thought: Mother.

I raced to her room.

The gang members were already there.

One of them struck her. She fell, her head hitting the floor hard.

Just like before.

A wave of despair hit me, but I pushed it down.

I knew