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 9
Running into Amelia here surprised Damien. "I didn't expect to see you in this neighborhood, Miss Johnson. Do you live around here?"
"My friend lives here," Amelia answered with a light smile. "I was just heading to the supermarket."
"I'm going there myself," Damien replied.
"What a coincidence. Shall we go together, then?" It was mostly a polite gesture-after all, she barely knew him, and shopping together might feel a bit awkward.
"Sure," Damien said calmly, though there was a faint warmth in his eyes.
Amelia found Damien surprisingly approachable-not at all like the cold, distant man rumors made him out to be.
Earlier that day, she had looked him up online out of curiosity. Among the business articles, she stumbled upon a few gossip pieces-including speculation that Damien might prefer men. No wonder he didn't make a move last night, she thought. Maybe he really isn't interested in women.
But then again, a man like Damien-at the top of the social ladder-could have anyone he wanted. Even if he did like women, she doubted he'd take notice of someone like her.
After picking up some snacks, they walked back toward the villas.
When Damien continued alongside her, Amelia tilted her head slightly. "Which villa is yours, Mr. Taylor?"
"Right next to your friend's," he replied.
"You knew my friend lives in Number Sixteen?" Amelia looked surprised.
"There are only two villas on this lane. It wasn't hard to guess," Damien said mildly.
Amelia nodded, not thinking too much of it.
As soon as she entered Rowan's villa, Damien made a quick call. "Check if Villa Fifteen at Rosemont Heights is still on the market."
Two minutes later, his assistant called back. "Master Taylor, it's still available."
"I'll take it. Bring me the keys within ten minutes."
The keys arrived quickly-but it wasn't his assistant who delivered them. It was Liam Taylor, his younger brother.
"You already have a place here. Why buy another?" Liam grinned teasingly. "Don't tell me you're planning to keep someone here?"
Damien shot him a sidelong glance. "What gave it away?"
"Wait-seriously?!" Liam's eyes went wide.
Damien didn't answer. He simply unlocked the door to the fully furnished villa.
Liam followed eagerly. "Bro, you have to tell me! The whole family's waiting for good news!"
Damien didn't look at him. "Replace all the furniture. I want it styled like the old house."
"Who is she?!" Liam's face lit up with gossip.
"Start now," was all Damien said.
"Is she pretty? Nice figure?" Liam was practically bouncing with curiosity. So many society girls had tried to get close to Damien, with no success. He couldn't wait to meet the one who'd actually caught his brother's eye.
Damien's expression didn't change. "If you're not doing it, leave."
"No perks, no work," Liam bargained with a sly smile.
Damien raised a brow. "What do you want?"
"That Black Feather sports car of yours." Liam's eyes gleamed.
Damien gave him a look that clearly said, Don't push it.
"Come on, bro, you don't even race. That car's wasted on you. Give it to me-I'll make it shine." Liam turned on the puppy-dog eyes.
"Take any of the others. Not that one." Damien didn't care much for cars, but the Black Feather was different.
*****
Next door, at Villa Sixteen-
Amelia tore open a bag of chips and flopped onto the sofa, flipping through channels. "You know Master Taylor, right?"
Rowan, mid-sip of milk, shot her a puzzled look. "Of course. Why?"
"He lives next door. Did you know that?"
Rowan shook his head. "No way. That place has been empty for ages."
"It's his. He just doesn't stay there often."
Rowan frowned. "And how exactly do you know that?"
"I ran into him at the gate. We even went grocery shopping together."
Rowan leaned over and pressed the back of his hand to her forehead. "Are you feeling okay? It's the middle of the day-you sound like you're hallucinating."
"You might not believe it, but yesterday we-"
Just then, the doorbell chimed crisply through the house.