Reborn: Second Chance with the Scheming Tycoon
When her half-sister stole her fiancé, scarred her face, and threw her from a skyscraper, Amelia thought it was the end-until fate gave her a second chance.
Reborn with bitter clarity, she vowed not to repeat the same mistakes. In her past life, she had been kind to a fault; now, she would wear a mask of innocence to outmaneuver every snake in the grass.
One by one, she tore down their schemes-leaving her treacherous sister begging, her stepmother pleading, her worthless father groveling, and her ex-fiancé crawling back.
Her response was a cold smirk and two words: "Get lost."
But the one thing she never anticipated was crossing paths with Damien Taylor-the most powerful and untouchable man in the capital-on the very first day of her new life.
They said he was ruthless, ice-cold, immune to any woman's charm. Amelia believed it. until she learned the truth: the man was dangerously cunning.
"Miss Johnson, I saved you. How about dinner?"
"Miss Johnson, I helped you. Don't you owe me a favor?"
Backed against the wall, Amelia felt his low voice vibrate through her:
"You owe me too much, Amelia. It's time to pay up-starting with you."
Only much later would she realize. she'd been owing him all along.
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Chapter 11
Just then, the guy in the driver's seat fumbled for his phone, attempting a sneaky picture.
But in a flash, Damien plucked the device right from Liam's grasp. "Trying to get a new phone the hard way?"
"Hey! The, uh, the city lights looked cool from here," Liam stammered with an awkward laugh. "Thought I'd grab a shot."
Damien fixed him with a silencing glare before tossing the phone back.
Liam quickly opened a group chat named "The Investigation Committee," a private thread that included only him and his two grandparents.
Dorothy: [Well? Any intel? Where's the photo proof?]
Liam: [Busted by Damien. But seriously, she's a stunner. Way out of our bro's league, if you ask me. No need to panic.]
Dorothy: [So... no photo? You're useless!]
Raymond: [Everyone, be patient. We'll meet her soon enough.]
Dorothy: [Oh, I'm the impatient one? Remind me, whose idea was this chat?]
Raymond: [...Not now. I'm on the green.]
*****
The venue was a glitzy five-star hotel.
As Amelia stepped out of the car, Liam sidled up to Damien, his face alight with gossip. "Seriously, man, where'd you find her? She's drop-dead gorgeous."
"Don't be crass," Damien replied coolly, Amelia's coat draped over his arm, still holding her residual warmth.
Liam shot him a knowing grin. "Big night tonight, huh? You know... perfect opportunity to-"
"A gentleman doesn't elaborate on such thoughts," Damien cut him off, his voice icy.
"I wasn't finished!" Liam protested.
Damien gave him a sidelong glance. "You didn't need to be. I know exactly what you were implying."
"Just trying to help! She seems a bit... indifferent toward you, that's all," Liam said with a sheepish chuckle.
"Indifferent?" Damien's eyebrow arched sharply.
Liam immediately backtracked. "Slip of the tongue! She's totally playing hard to get. Classic move. I've seen it a million times."
Damien's eyes frosted over. "Seen it with whom, exactly?"
"No one! I'm a ghost! I've seen nothing!" Liam clapped a hand over his mouth, his survival instincts kicking into high gear.
Just outside the banquet hall doors, Amelia realized her invitation wasn't in her clutch-she'd left it in her coat pocket.
"Amelia?" a voice laced with disbelief called out. It was Chloe Hughes.
Chloe was close to Sabrina, which was exactly why she was never friendly toward her.
"Can I help you, Miss Hughes?" Amelia responded, her expression neutral.
Chloe, who had never made an effort to be pleasant, crossed her arms and smirked. "It is you. I hope you know you can't just waltz in without an invitation."
'What is this country bumpkin doing here?' Chloe thought. 'Trying to crash a high-society event? Not on my watch.'
Amelia didn't bother arguing and turned to go retrieve her invite.
"What's wrong? Got caught and now you're running away?" Chloe grabbed her arm and hissed at a nearby staff member, "Watch this one. Don't let her slip in later."
Amelia wrenched her arm free, fixing Chloe with an icy stare. "I have an invitation. I left it downstairs."
"Sure you did. Stop lying," Chloe snapped dismissively.
Just then, Sabrina arrived on Ethan's arm.
"Chloe? What's keeping you out here?" Sabrina asked, feigning confusion.
"Perfect timing," Chloe said, gesturing at Amelia with contempt. "Look who's trying to sneak in without an invite. How embarrassing."
It took Sabrina a moment to place the elegantly dressed woman. "Amelia? You're here?"
Even though she knew Amelia was invited, the transformation was startling. Sabrina hated to admit it, but her sister looked breathtaking.
Ethan's breath hitched for a second at the sight of Amelia, but he quickly masked it with a familiar scowl. Sure, she'd cleaned up well on the outside, but underneath, she was still the same unsophisticated girl.
"Amelia," Ethan said, his voice dripping with disdain. "Remember what your father said. Don't cause a scene. You should leave." After all, she was still technically his fiancée, an embarrassment he had to manage.
As Amelia opened her mouth to retort, a tall, imposing figure stepped into view, instantly shifting the dynamic of the entire corridor.