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Borrowed groom reborn bride

Reborn after her sister’s betrayal, Freya Hale is determined to reclaim everything stolen from her—beginning with Hudson Lane, the groom meant for her sister.
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Chapter 1

“S‑Sophie…” Freya gasped, clutching her sister’s wrists. “If you push me… I’m going to die. Why… why are you doing this?” Her voice broke, her body shivering and shaking.

Sophie grinned as she tightened her grip on Freya’s neck, trying to push her off the rooftop of their John's company.

“That’s exactly what I want,” Sophie hissed. “For you to die. I hate you, Freya. I hate looking at your face, every time I see you, I get angry. Who do you think you are?”

Freya’s heart thundered. “Sophie… after everything I’ve done for you… you can’t treat me like this. I gave up everything for you!”

Sophie let out a mockery laugh “Did I ever ask you for anything? Oh, sorry… did I ever force you to do anything?” She shoved Freya harder, forcing her closer to the edge. “Those things were mine in the first place! If you hadn’t been born, I would have been the first child. I would have had everything without wasting time on stinky sluts like you!”

Freya pressed her lips together, forcing her breath to stay even but her hands trembled. Her legs were already about the ground and her back pressed hard on the rooftop balcony “I did everything for you, Sophie! Every single thing… my shares, my position, I even gave you Chad, the one man I loved, just because you said you liked him. I gave him to you because I loved you!”

Sophie tilted her head back and sneered. “Chad? Chad never liked you in the first place. If he did, he wouldn’t have run to me like a dog. You really thought anyone would ever love you?”

Freya’s chest ached because the sister she had loved more than life had never loved her back.

Sophie’s hand tightened. “Can’t you see the problem, Freya? It's you, it has always been you”

“Please…” Freya begged, sobbing. “Please… you can’t do this! I’m your only sister! You… you cannot do this, Sophie”

But Sophie didn’t listen.

“You thought you gave me everything,” Sophie said softly, tucking a loose strand of Freya's dark brown hair behind her ears. “But there’s still one thing I want. Your life!.”

Before Freya could react, Sophie pushed her off.

Time seemed to slow as she fell, panic exploding in her chest.

“How… how could you do this to me?” she cried. “Sophie… I did everything for you! I gave you everything! I gave you my life… and now you want to take it away!”

“In my next life…I'll make you pay, I'll take every single thing until you crawl to me begging for mercy. Sophie, you are my biggest mistake.”

She closed her eyes and tears streamed down her face. A sharp pain shot through her body as she hit the ground.

Freya’s eyes snapped open, her body shivered, sweat and tears ran down her face. She looked around only to realize that she was lying on her bed.

Her heart thundered, her chest tight, she touched every part of her body, checking for bruises or broken bones “I'm alive…I'm alive”.

Her hands shook as she sat down “ But how? I …I fell seconds ago…I died.

She jumped at the sound of a loud ringing. The sound was coming from her phone on a table stand beside her bed. It was an alarm showing her that she had a meeting in the next two hours.

Freya frowned “Meeting ?” She checked the date and her pulse froze. She gasped, her hands over her mouth staring at the phone with wide eyes

“ June 15th 2023?”

This was six months before her death.

Freya quickly picked up a calendar on the table, it was the same date.

A cold shiver ran down her spine, her hands shook.

“ I've gone back in time…I thought this only happened in movies but I have really gone back time”. She laughed happily, hugging the calendar to her chest.

“Thank you, thank you” she cried

“I will never let myself get killed again, Sophie…you are going to pay for everything and I'll make sure of it” She declared.

Freya had been given a chance to take back everything that had been stolen from her.

And this time, she would not fail.

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