Reborn Surgeon: The Billionaire’s Secret Obsession
Standing on the edge of a limestone quarry in the pouring rain, I thought we were just having another family argument.
Then my mother, Ardell, screamed that I’d let the life insurance lapse, and my brother, Hakeem, stepped out of the shadows with a cold, calculating look in his eyes.
I told them I knew the truth—that Hakeem had cut the brake lines on my father’s car—but they didn't flinch. Instead, Hakeem shoved me hard, sending me tumbling into the abyss.
I hit a jagged ledge thirty feet down, the sound of my spine snapping like a dry branch echoing through the rain. As I lay paralyzed and broken, my mother watched from above, asking if I was dead yet, before Hakeem whistled for the starving wild dogs that lived in the quarry floor.
"Nature will clean up the mess,"
Hakeem said, walking away while the first set of teeth sank into my throat.
The agony was a tidal wave, but the rage was hotter, a nuclear hatred for the family that stole my future and the daughter I’d never see grow up. I died in that dirt, consumed by fire and teeth, wondering how a mother could choose a car payment over her own child's life.
But then, I gasped for air, sitting bolt upright in my old trailer bedroom. I looked at the calendar: May 12, 2014.
I was seventeen again, but I wasn't the same girl. Inside this malnourished body was the mind of a world-class trauma surgeon and the elite hacker known as 'Phantom.'
This time, I wasn't going to the quarry; I was going for their throats.
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Chapter 2
The door didn't open. It exploded inward.
The cheap lock gave way with a splintering crunch.
Ardell Lowe stood in the doorway, a cigarette dangling from her lip. Ash fell onto the carpet, joining years of grime.
Karly didn't flinch. She slid the utility knife up her sleeve, the cool metal resting against her forearm.
"You're awake," Ardell snapped. She didn't look at Karly. She never really looked at her. She looked through her, at the space Karly occupied, calculating how much it cost to keep her there.
She threw a stack of papers onto the bed.
"Sign it."
Karly looked down. St. Jude Preparatory Academy - Voluntary Withdrawal Form.
"Hakeem got you a job," Ardell said, smoke curling from her nose. "Night shift at the cannery. Under the table. They don't care about age."
Hakeem leaned against the doorframe. He was younger here, his face smoother, but the cruelty in his eyes was identical to the man who had pushed her off a cliff.
"It's for the family, Karly," he said smoothly. "Dad's disability check isn't enough. We all have to sacrifice."
Sacrifice.
In the last timeline, Karly had signed. She had worked twelve-hour shifts gutting fish until her hands were raw. She had given Hakeem every cent so he could buy new sneakers and pretend he was a big shot.
Ardell stepped forward. Her hand raised. A reflex. A habit.
"I said sign the damn paper, you ungrateful little-"
Karly moved.
It wasn't a flinch. It was a pivot. A calculated shift of weight.
Ardell's hand swiped through empty air. Her momentum carried her forward, and she stumbled, hip checking the corner of the dresser.
"Ow!" Ardell spun around, shock warring with fury. "You little bitch!"
Karly stood perfectly still. Her eyes locked onto Ardell's pupils.
"Don't," Karly said.
The word was quiet. But it carried a weight that froze the room.
"What did you say to me?" Ardell hissed.
"I said don't." Karly picked up the withdrawal form. She held it up so they could both see it. "I'm not quitting school. And I'm not working at the cannery."
Hakeem pushed off the doorframe. "You think you have a choice?"
"I do," Karly said. "Because if you force me out of that school, Ardell, I'm going to call the regional manager of the factory."
Ardell's face went slack. "What?"
"I know about the inventory," Karly said. Her voice was flat, devoid of emotion. "I know you take boxes of copper wire out the back door every Thursday during the shift change. I know you sell them to the scrap yard on Route 9. I know exactly how much you've stolen."
Silence.
The only sound was the hum of the refrigerator in the kitchen.
Ardell paled. The rouge on her cheeks stood out like clown paint. "You... you wouldn't."
"Try me," Karly said.
She ripped the paper.
Riiip.
She tore it in half. Then into quarters. She let the pieces flutter into the trash can like confetti.
"I'm going to school," Karly said. "And I'm going to get a full ride scholarship. You won't pay a dime for me. But if you touch me, or my things, I make the call."
Hakeem stared at her. He looked like he was seeing a stranger. He stepped between Karly and Ardell, placing a hand on his mother's shoulder.
"Let's go, Ma," he muttered.
"But-"
"Let's go." Hakeem's eyes stayed on Karly. They were calculating. Assessing the threat. "We'll figure something else out."
They backed out of the room. Hakeem pulled the broken door shut as best he could.
Karly waited until she heard their footsteps retreat to the living room.
She leaned back against the wall and exhaled. Her knees were shaking. Not from fear. From adrenaline. Her body was weak, malnourished, flooded with cortisol.
She looked at the calendar again.
Final exams were next week.
And her father, Gus... his eyesight was failing. In the old timeline, he went blind three months from now.
Karly reached under the mattress and pulled out a burner phone she had hidden there in her past life.
She had work to do.
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8.1
One contract. Two worlds. Zero room for the heart.
Elena "Ellie" Morrison is a master of the mask. By night, she's the witty, guarded bartender at the city's most exclusive lounge. By day, she's a woman drowning in debt, fighting a losing battle against her brother's mounting medical bills and a past that haunts her every step. She doesn't have time for romance, especially not with a man like Alexander Hartley.
Alexander Hartley is a man who buys what he wants.
As the icy CEO of a global empire, Alex lives by logic, duty, and the rigid expectations of his powerful family. He's already engaged to a woman who matches his status-a marriage of convenience designed to secure his legacy. But when he sees the fire behind Ellie's eyes, he makes her an offer she can't afford to refuse:
Become his mistress. He will pay for everything. But he will give her nothing.
The rules are simple: No public appearances. No expectations. And absolutely no feelings.
But as the lines between their agreement and their reality begin to blur, Ellie discovers that Alex is hiding more than just his engagement. Behind his storm-gray eyes lies a man as lonely as she is. In a world of gilded cages and corporate secrets, they must decide if they are willing to burn down their lives for the one thing that wasn't in the contract...
Love.
9.5
Elena's world crumbles when she finds out her husband, Alex, has been cheating on her. After confronting him, he doesn't show regret; rather he demands for a divorce and she walks away for good, giving up her marriage and the career she carefully built.
To move on, she strikes an unexpected deal: a contract marriage with Max, who turns out to be Alex's past rival.
But just as Elena begins to rebuild her life, Alex realizes what he lost-and wants her back.
But Elena isn't the same woman he once knew and she is not alone anymore.
8.6
For years, Elvera lived as the despised charity case in the cramped Wright household.
When she caught her foster sister Donita straddling her fiancé, they didn't even panic. Instead, they loudly framed Elvera for stealing a diamond necklace to justify kicking her out.
Her foster parents immediately sided with the cheaters, screaming at her to pack her trash and starve in the gutters. Only her dying foster brother tried to sneak her his medical savings, but the family violently shoved him away, mocking him as a walking corpse.
Standing in the freezing Brooklyn wind, Donita and Crockett followed her outside just to laugh. They waved a crisp twenty-dollar bill in her face, mocking her biological family as a bunch of unemployed street thugs.
They really thought she was going to freeze to death on the pavement with nothing but a faded backpack.
But then a roaring, matte-black supercar pulled up.
The man who stepped out wasn't a street thug; he was her real brother, an FBI task force commander.
He effortlessly snapped Crockett's shoulder out of its socket, put Elvera in the passenger seat, and drove her straight to a sprawling billionaire estate in the Hamptons.
Sitting by the fire in her biological parents' palace, watching them casually display an eight-million-dollar sculpture she had secretly designed, the head butler suddenly walked in.
"Sir, the fake heiress has returned from Europe."
Elvera took a slow sip of her coffee. The real game was finally about to begin.
9.0
Framed for corporate spying, Liana Bennett was arrested and murdered in a prison cell.
Now she wakes in her old life, exactly one month before the set up.
She has one month to identify the traitor inside her company who orchestrated her death before they do it again. The enemy is already watching, already moving.
Every change she makes to rewrite comes at a price: a core memory erased. One wrong step, and she loses the very truth she needs to survive.
Then there's Raphael Blackthorne, The ruthless CEO of her rival company, the man she spent a reckless night with, and now the person offering her flowers, dinners, and sincerity.
Liana has a plan.
She can't afford the distraction.
But as her memories unravel and the enemy closes in, she faces the truth she can't outrun: to survive, she may have to become someone who no longer remembers why she fought at all.
9.5
For twenty years, Krista lived as the perfect daughter of the wealthy Cain family.
But a single DNA report shattered her entire world. Her adoptive parents coldly declared she was just a mistake and immediately replaced her with the true bloodline.
Desperate, she ran through the freezing rain to find her fiancé, only to hear him laughing with his friends.
"Marry a fake? I don't collect the Cain family's second-hand trash."
She slapped him, threw her diamond ring at his chest, and stumbled into a jazz lounge to drown her pain.
Drunk and heartbroken, she accidentally crashed into a stranger, clinging to him like a lifeline, which ended in a wild night in a luxury penthouse.
When she woke up, she realized the man she had ravaged was Jasper Stone, the most ruthless, cold-blooded billionaire on Wall Street.
At the same time, her phone lit up with notifications. Her bank accounts were frozen, and the Cain family had just released a brutal public statement permanently cutting her off.
She was completely abandoned, stripped of her home, her family, and her dignity in a single night. Why was twenty years of loyalty erased so easily?
But instead of kicking her out, Jasper tossed a prenuptial agreement onto the bed.
"Pay off your debt with marriage. Stay, and you are the untouchable Mrs. Stone."
Looking at the contract, Krista wiped her tears, put on bold red lipstick, and signed her name.
7.4
In my past life, I swallowed a handful of pills because my billionaire husband, Holt, treated me like invisible decoration, and my ex-lover, Cary, promised me a way out.
But as I lay choking on my own vomit in a burning Brooklyn warehouse, the brutal truth was finally revealed.
Cary was just using me to drain Holt's assets, and the mastermind behind my tragic downfall was my best friend of ten years, Lilith.
She had spent years feeding my insecurities, convincing me that suicide was my only escape, just so she could use my death to humiliate my husband and steal his empire.
When Holt rushed into the flames to save me, they shot him dead. His blood soaked my dress as Cary and Lilith walked away with everything we owned.
Until my last breath, I couldn't understand it.
Why did my best friend want me dead? Who were the shadowy backers funding their betrayal, and why did they hate my husband so much?
Opening my eyes again, I was back in my bedroom, the lethal pills still sitting on my nightstand.
The pathetic, weeping socialite died in that fire.
I calmly flushed the pills down the toilet, opened my laptop to awaken my hidden intelligence network, and prepared to destroy them all.