Second Chance: Reborn as the Villainess
Betrayed by the man she loved. Katrina Donovan's death was supposed to be the end. Instead, when Katrina opens her eyes, she isn't in heaven-She's in Rachel Sterling's body. The very woman who stole her lover, harvested her heart. The villain everyone hates.
Now trapped in the life of her enemy, Katrina must pretend to be the spoiled, manipulative heiress while hiding the truth that would destroy them all.
Worse-Owen Blake, the cold and powerful billionaire adopted son of the Sterling family, watches her every move. He despises "Rachel", believes she destroyed the only innocent girl he ever cared about. He doesn't know the girl he mourns... is standing right in front of him.
With hatred burning in her veins, Katrina swears she will not waste this second chance. She will expose the lies. Reclaim what was stolen. Make every person who carved out her heart beg for mercy.
But revenge is dangerous-Especially when the only man who might uncover the truth is the one who wants her dead.
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Chapter 2
Hatred flooded her veins. Katrina glared at the man in front of her, her eyes bloodshot and filled with murderous intent. If she could, she would tear him apart with her bare hands-make him suffer in the cruelest way possible.
Owen didn't seem fond of her either. His gaze was icy, his presence distant and cold.
"Since Rachel is awake," he said indifferently, "there's no need to inform Dad and Mom. Tell them everything is stable. No need for them to rush back."
His assistant nodded, then hesitated. "Mr. Blake... what about Miss-"
"Leave," Owen ordered abruptly, his tone leaving no room for argument.
Wade glanced at Katrina, sighed softly, and lowered his head before walking out.
The moment the door closed, Owen's polite façade completely vanished. His lips moved, his words sharp as ice.
"Rachel, your life really is tough. Post–heart transplant infection, multiple complications. The doctors already issued a death notice, yet you still survived."
Because of the oxygen mask, Katrina couldn't speak.
But nothing could suppress the killing intent blazing in her eyes.
If looks could kill, Owen would have died ten thousand times over.
A weak, mocking curve lifted at the corner of her lips.
Of course he didn't want her to live.
If she died, who would save his sister?
Wait-
Suddenly, something clicked.
Her pupils shrank as she stared at him in disbelief.
Rachel?
The woman who stole her boyfriend... the woman who took her heart?
No.
No!!!
This couldn't be real.
Katrina struggled violently, tugging at the tubes. Her mind was a chaotic mess.
What was going on?
Why was he calling her Rachel?
Her beautiful eyes widened in shock. She thrashed too hard; the monitoring devices clattered to the floor. Her breathing grew erratic, her vision darkening-
And then everything went black.
From beginning to end, Owen merely watched coldly, as if observing a stranger. His face showed nothing but indifference. Deep within his eyes, however, a trace of suppressed ferocity flickered.
After a long moment, he finally withdrew that dark glint. Soon, a group of doctors and nurses rushed in, pushing the bed toward the emergency room.
...
When Katrina opened her eyes again, night had fallen.
Beside her bed stood Owen.
His tall shadow loomed over her, and he himself looked like a sculpted statue-cold, distant, untouchable.
Under the harsh hospital lights, his sharp, chiseled features appeared even more severe. Every angle of his face radiated frost.
His piercing gaze landed on her.
"Dad and Mom's flight arrives early tomorrow morning. Your body is weak-you can't handle any more stress. Behave yourself."
For a brief second, he truly felt like washing his hands of her completely.
But he could not betray the kindness his adoptive parents had shown him.
Before leaving, he dropped one final sentence, his voice colder than winter steel.
"Rachel. Your life was bought with hers. Aren't you afraid of death? Then remember this-your life belongs to her. I won't allow you to waste it."
Rachel.
Rachel.
This time, Katrina was certain she hadn't misheard.
He had called her Rachel more than once.
No matter how unwilling she was to accept it, she forced herself to calm down and sort through everything.
Her name was Katrina Donovan.
She grew up in an orphanage. Felix Clarke was her childhood sweetheart. They had grown up together.
Then the nightmare began.
Felix met the heiress of the Sterlings. Behind her back, he became entangled with Rachel. On Katrina's birthday, he tricked her into going to the closed-down medical wing.
And there, they carved her heart out of her chest.
She had died miserably at the hands of the man she loved most.
And now...
She had been reborn.
Reborn into Rachel's body.
Heh.
How utterly ironic.
A self-mocking laugh escaped her.
She laughed-
And then she cried.
Tears slid down her cheeks one by one.
While Rachel was alive, she had schemed to get close to her, even persuading Owen to approach her. That night, when Katrina watched her own heart being dug out, the pain ripping through her chest couldn't compare to the agony of betrayal.
She had died with her eyes wide open.
Now she finally understood.
Rachel had asked Owen to get close to her... for her heart.
Perhaps even Rachel herself never imagined that she would die instead-
And that Katrina would live on in her place.
Half laughing, half crying, Katrina lay back against the pillows, her frail body trembling with exhaustion. Her eyelids grew heavier and heavier until she finally drifted into sleep.
Her shallow breathing was proof-
She was truly alive.
But her sleep was anything but peaceful.
In her dreams, she relived the moment of her death over and over again-the cold blade, the tearing pain, the suffocating helplessness. The nightmare wrapped around her like thorny vines, tightening with every struggle, dragging her back to the brink of death again and again.
...
Two days later, Katrina had finally forced herself to accept reality.
She was now Rachel.
Her body was gradually recovering. At the very least, she no longer needed the machines to keep her alive.
The day Rachel's parents landed, they rushed straight to the hospital. Because of her weakened state, Katrina remained constantly on edge, terrified she might expose herself.
She knew nothing about Rachel.
Her habits. Her personality. Her past. The countless details that shaped her life.
Katrina was completely in the dark.
All she could do was tread carefully, responding cautiously to every word.
For the past two days, Wade had been running around the hospital nonstop. Since that confrontation, she hadn't seen Owen again.
Good.
Out of sight, out of mind.
"Help me find out... where Katrina is buried."
Even saying the word buried out loud felt strange.
Wade froze slightly. "That..."
"What?" she turned to look at him.
He shook his head. "Miss Donovan's funeral is today."
Katrina frowned. "Where?"
If she remembered correctly, it had already been nearly half a month since her birthday.
And they were only burying her now?
Thinking of Owen's warning, Wade lowered his head and fell silent.
He didn't know what this spoiled young lady had done to anger his boss again, but he could tell-this time, Owen was genuinely furious.
Wade didn't dare say too much.
Katrina struggled to sit up.
If he wouldn't tell her, she would find out herself.
"My god, what are you doing now?" Wade rubbed his forehead helplessly.
This young lady truly didn't care about her life.
She had just survived a major surgery, suffered severe complications, barely clawed her way back from death-and now she was stirring up trouble again?
"The address," she insisted.
Sweat beaded on Wade's forehead. Finally, he gave in.
"Okay, okay, Miss... I'll take you. I'll take you, alright? Please, just stay put. I'll get a wheelchair."
When her temper flared, only Owen could suppress her. Wade had no desire to provoke her.
In the end, he reluctantly pushed her to the cemetery.
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8.7
Emerson worked grueling twelve-hour shifts just to keep her five-year-old son, Leo, alive. Her only lifeline was her partner Alden, who was willing to give up his wealthy family to protect them.
But when Leo's bone marrow completely failed, the doctor delivered a death sentence. The only way to save him was a two-million-dollar treatment, or having another child with his biological father.
That father was Finnegan Mcconnell, the ruthless billionaire who had accused Emerson of faking her pregnancy and abandoned her five years ago.
Desperate for the medical fees, Emerson submitted her designs to Finnegan's company.
Instead of advancing the money, Finnegan tore her portfolio to shreds and trapped her as a prisoner in his estate.
To force her complete submission, he systematically destroyed her reality. He framed Alden with federal charges, leaving him facing twenty years in prison.
Alden's mother stormed into the pediatric ICU, violently strangling Emerson against the wall.
"Beg Finnegan to let my son go! You are a curse!"
Even Emerson's own adoptive mother showed up at the hospital, just to publicly mock her dying child.
Emerson was suffocating in despair. Finnegan already had a beautiful new wife and a five-year-old daughter—absolute proof he had been cheating while she was pregnant and alone.
He had his perfect family. Why did he have to hunt her down and sever every lifeline she had left, just to watch her drown?
With her son's heart monitor fading and Alden locked in a cell, her pride finally shattered.
Emerson walked into the top-floor executive office and dropped to her knees at the devil's feet, but the desperate mother looking up at him was preparing for a devastating revenge.
8.7
I was pregnant with the future heir of the Blackwood Pack, but my fated mate, Alpha Gavin, was nowhere to be found when sharp, tearing agony ripped through my swollen belly.
Instead of rushing to my side, he was in a luxury penthouse with his mistress, Piper.
When I desperately called his human number for help, it was Piper who answered the phone.
"I'm Piper. His future Luna."
Minutes later, I received a leaked audio file of Gavin promising to formally reject me the moment our pup was born.
Before the heartbreak could even set in, my armored SUV was violently rammed off the road by a massive truck.
It wasn't an accident. It was a targeted hit paid for by Piper's pack.
I woke up in the clinic with an empty womb. My pup was dead.
Gavin didn't even show up. He just mind-linked the butler to say he was "too busy" to deal with my loss.
He let his mistress murder our child and treated me like disposable trash, assuming my grief would make me a weak, compliant victim.
He thought he could just bury my trauma and move on with his perfect new life.
He was wrong.
I faked my own death in a fiery crash, leaving him with nothing but my signed rejection papers and the bloody receipt proving his mistress hired the killers.
Now, armed with a new identity and untraceable wealth, I am stepping out of the shadows.
I am going to bankrupt their packs from the inside out and make my former Alpha watch his empire burn.
9.5
The night I ran, I left everything behind.
My dead fiancé's ghost. His brother's cold hands reaching for me. A father who won't meet my eyes because he's already sold me to the highest bidder.
I thought I was escaping.
Then a stranger pulled me from the darkness, and I learned what real danger looks like.
Damon moves like he owns the world. Talks like every word matters. Looks at me like I'm the only woman who ever made him feel something. He says he's the son the Kings family erased, the bastard they tried to bury. He says Evan loved me-really loved me-and that's why I should trust him.
He wants me to sign a contract. One year as his wife. One year to help him destroy the family that destroyed us both. One year pretending to belong to a man who makes my heart race and my skin burn every time he's close.
But the closer we get, the more I feel him keeping secrets.
He touches me like I'm fragile. Looks away when I ask about Evan. Holds the truth behind his teeth like it might cut us both.
And the whole time, I'm falling.
Falling into his warmth. His danger. His impossible kindness that feels too real to be fake.
But if I've learned anything from the Kings, it's this: the men who save you are always the ones who need you most.
And the ones who need you?
They're the ones who hurt you in the end.
Evan knew something the night he died. Something about my father. Something about the deal that would make the Kings the most powerful people in the country.
Damon knows too.
And the only way he'll tell me?
Is if I say yes.
Say yes to the contract. Say yes to the marriage. Say yes to the fire building between us that feels less like pretending every single day.
But when I finally learn the truth-about Evan, about my father, about the empire that wants us both dead-
Will the man holding me survive what comes next?
And more terrifying:
Will I survive loving him?
9.3
For three years, Dara endured endless humiliation to be the perfect wife to billionaire Donavon Monroe.
But on their third anniversary, which was also her birthday, Donavon coldly threw divorce papers on the dining table.
He wanted her gone for his returning childhood sweetheart, completely ignoring the blistering burn on Dara's hand—a cruel injury intentionally caused by his brother just hours ago.
When Dara tearfully reminded him how she had bled and almost died to save his life three years ago, Donavon looked at her with pure disgust.
"I have zero interest in looking at the ugly scars you picked up in whatever slum you crawled out of."
He accused her of fabricating a savior complex just to secure a ring, perfectly content to let his mother and brother treat her like a glorified maid.
Dara's heart completely shattered.
She had sacrificed her life and dignity for a ruthless capitalist who viewed her as nothing but disposable trash.
With her last shred of pride, she signed the papers, ready to leave this suffocating nightmare forever.
But that night, a freak lightning storm struck the estate.
When Dara opened her eyes the next morning, she felt incredibly heavy and her center of gravity was completely wrong.
She looked in the mirror and saw Donavon's cold, chiseled face staring back at her in absolute terror.
They had swapped bodies.
Now, she held the absolute power of the Monroe empire, and Donavon was finally going to experience his family's vicious abuse firsthand.
9.0
For a whole year, April believed her billionaire husband, Bartholomew, abandoned her in Europe the day after their arranged wedding. She hated him so much she drunkenly prayed for his death at a club.
But he suddenly returned that very night, catching her red-handed. Instead of a divorce, he trapped her, threatening to bankrupt her bloodsucking family unless she moved into his penthouse to play the devoted wife.
Forced to comply, she attended a dinner with her toxic family. Her stepmother deliberately served her lobster—knowing April had a fatal allergy.
"Eat up, darling. I know hospital food is dreadful."
When April refused and exposed their massive gambling debts, her furious father raised his hand to strike her across the face.
But it was Bartholomew, the ruthless tyrant she despised, who caught her father's arm and snapped his wrist.
"If you ever try to touch my wife again, I will erase your family by sunrise."
April was completely stunned. Why was he defending her with such murderous rage? And why did he keep a cheap paper airplane she had made at age six preserved under a glass dome in his study?
The answer came that night. When Bartholomew stepped out of the shower, April saw the massive, jagged surgical scar sliced directly over his heart. He hadn't run away; he had been fighting for his life on an operating table. Staring at the man who had silently survived just to come back to her, April made her choice. She was going to uncover the truth behind his surgery and their past.
8.7
On the night of her engagement, Lila Hart discovers that her fiancé isn't just cheating-he's selling her to the cruel Alpha of the Silvermoon Pack to settle a debt.
Dragged into the arms of Damien Blackwood, a ruthless billionaire Alpha feared across the werewolf world, Lila vows to escape. But Damien isn't what he seems-behind his icy exterior lies a dangerous secret... one that ties Lila to him in ways neither can deny.