The Billionaire My Sister Wanted Is Mine Now
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In her past life, Serena Vale was the perfect daughter and sister. She sacrificed everything, her dreams, her university admission, and even her inheritance, so her stepsister could live the life she deserved.
But kindness was repaid with betrayal.
At twenty-eight, just hours after her billionaire fiancé finally proposed, Serena was poisoned by the very sister she had spent her life protecting.
When she opens her eyes again, Serena is eighteen, back to the day before she is supposed to give up her university admission to her stepsister.
This time, she refuses.
She keeps her future.
She takes back her inheritance.
And the cold billionaire her sister desperately wanted?
Serena decides to claim him first.
Not because she loves him but because she knows that in ten years, Adrian Kingsley will become one of the richest men in the world.
But things start changing.
The supposedly distant and emotionless billionaire is watching her closely... protecting her... and looking at her as if she belongs to him.
And sometimes, when their eyes meet, Serena wonders
Does he remember their past life too?
This time, Serena isn't the naive girl who died with regrets.
This time, she's here for revenge
The Billionaire My Sister Wanted Is Mine Now Chapter 1
Serena's POV
I remember the exact moment my life ended.
The champagne in my hand tasted slightly bitter, but I ignored it.
After all, tonight was supposed to be the happiest night of my life.
The ballroom of the Vale Estate glittered with golden lights, crystal chandeliers reflecting across the polished marble floors. The laughter of guests filled the air, soft classical music drifting from the orchestra in the corner. Everyone important in the city was here tonight.
Because tonight, Adrian Kingsley had proposed to me.
Even now, as I stood on the balcony overlooking the endless skyline, the diamond ring on my finger sparkled under the lights. It was huge, easily the kind of ring people would gossip about for weeks.
"The future Mrs. Kingsley."
That's what they had all been calling me tonight.
The thought made me smile faintly.
Not because of the wealth or the title.
But because I had truly believed I was finally going to have a happy life.
I leaned lightly against the balcony railing, letting the cool night air brush against my face. My long chestnut hair moved gently in the wind as I stared at the city below.
Twenty-eight years.
That was how long I had lived.
Twenty-eight years of trying to be the perfect daughter.
The perfect sister.
The perfect fiancée.
And tonight was supposed to be the reward for all that effort.
Behind me, the doors to the ballroom opened.
I didn't have to turn around to know who it was.
"Sister."
The voice was soft and sweet.
I smiled before turning around.
"Lily."
My stepsister stood in the doorway, looking exactly the way everyone always described her-beautiful and delicate, like a porcelain doll that needed protection.
Her blonde hair fell perfectly over her shoulders, and her pale blue dress made her look even more fragile than usual. People always said Lily looked like an angel.
And for most of my life, I had believed it too.
She walked over to me slowly, her eyes immediately falling to the ring on my finger.
"Wow," she said quietly.
Her voice sounded almost breathless.
"So it finally happened."
I laughed softly.
"Yeah. I guess it did."
Lily reached out and gently took my hand, lifting it so she could examine the ring more closely. The diamond caught the light beautifully, scattering reflections across the balcony walls.
"You're so lucky," she murmured.
I shook my head.
"You'll find someone too."
For a moment, Lily didn't respond.
Then she let go of my hand and leaned against the railing beside me.
"Of course," she said.
"But it probably won't be someone like Adrian Kingsley."
There was something strange about the way she said his name.
Something sharp.
But before I could think too much about it, she smiled again-soft and innocent.
"Have you been drinking?" she asked.
I lifted the champagne glass in my hand.
"Just one."
"Well, that's not enough," Lily said lightly. "You just got engaged. You should celebrate properly."
She nodded toward the glass.
"You should finish it."
I hesitated for a moment.
The champagne did taste a little strange.
But that was probably just my imagination.
I raised the glass and finished the drink.
The bitterness was stronger this time.
I frowned slightly.
"That tastes weird," I said.
Lily didn't respond.
I turned to look at her.
And that was when I noticed the change in her expression.
The sweetness in her eyes had disappeared.
Her lips were curved in a small smile-but it wasn't the warm, gentle smile she always showed everyone else.
It was colder.
Sharper.
My chest suddenly felt tight.
"Lily...?"
A strange burning sensation spread through my stomach.
Within seconds, it climbed into my chest like fire.
My fingers loosened around the empty glass.
It slipped from my hand and shattered against the marble floor.
The sound echoed sharply in the quiet balcony.
My legs gave out.
I collapsed to my knees, clutching my chest as pain shot through my entire body.
"What...?"
My voice came out as a weak gasp.
Something was terribly wrong.
The burning sensation spread faster, crawling through my veins like poison.
My vision blurred.
I looked up at Lily, panic rising in my chest.
"Did you...?"
The words barely came out.
Lily crouched down in front of me.
And then she laughed softly.
It was the first time I had ever heard her laugh like that.
Calm.
Cruel.
"You finally noticed," she said.
My heart dropped.
"No..."
But the truth was already clear.
The bitter taste.
The burning pain.
My body slowly shutting down.
"You poisoned me," I whispered.
Lily tilted her head slightly, studying my face.
"I prefer to think of it as correcting an unfair situation."
My breathing became shallow.
Every breath felt harder than the last.
"Why...?" I managed to ask.
Lily sighed as if the answer should have been obvious.
"Because you had everything."
She began counting on her fingers.
"The inheritance from grandmother."
"Father's trust."
"The perfect reputation."
"And now..." her eyes flicked to the diamond ring still on my finger, "...Adrian Kingsley."
My hands trembled.
"But you... you're my sister."
Lily smiled again.
"That's exactly the problem."
She leaned closer to me, her voice dropping to a whisper.
"You were always better than me."
My vision darkened around the edges.
"I gave you everything," I said weakly.
"The university... the opportunities..."
"Yes," Lily said calmly.
"And that's why everyone believed I deserved more."
Her eyes gleamed with satisfaction.
"You made it very easy."
Footsteps suddenly echoed inside the ballroom.
Someone was approaching.
Lily stood up quickly.
Then, right in front of my fading vision, her expression changed.
The cruelty vanished.
Her face twisted into panic.
"Oh my God!" she cried loudly.
"Sister! What happened?!"
She knelt beside me again, grabbing my shoulders.
But this time it was only an act.
"Someone help!" she shouted toward the ballroom. "My sister collapsed!"
Voices filled the air as people rushed toward the balcony.
My hearing faded in and out.
The last thing I saw before darkness swallowed my vision was Lily's face.
Still pretending to cry.
Still pretending to care.
But I could see the truth in her eyes.
Victory.
And as the world slowly faded away, one thought filled my mind.
If I could live again...
If I could go back...
I would never sacrifice myself for her again.
Never.
Then everything went black.
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The Billionaire My Sister Wanted Is Mine Now of Contents
Chapter 1 Ch. 1Chapter 2 Ch. 2Chapter 3 Ch. 3Chapter 4 Ch. 4Chapter 5 Ch. 5Chapter 6 Ch. 6
Chapter 7 Ch. 7
Chapter 8 Ch. 8
Chapter 9 Ch. 9
Chapter 10 Ch. 10
Chapter 11 Ch. 11
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7.2
Four years ago, Madelynn accepted money from Caiden's family and vanished. She thought it was for the best-he would remain the untouchable heir while she faced her tough life alone.
When they met again, Caiden humiliated her in public, yet appeared when she was cornered by a difficult client, pulling her back into his life.
He forced her to stay as his lover, using her mother's medical bills as leverage, whispering, "What you owe me... you'll repay the same way."
Madelynn believed he despised her. Only after the accident, when he ran toward her before the explosion, did she understand-he never let go.
7.5
Ivy is the last heir of the fallen Highmoor Pack. At sixteen, she entered Silvercrest Pack by a blood contract and became the partner of Alpha heir Julian. For three years, she was loyal and silent, but never loved.
In a crisis, Julian abandoned her and chose Selena. Heartbroken, Ivy insisted on ending the contract. She refused Julian's gifts and threats, determined to regain freedom.
When Ivy was attacked, silver-eyed Silas Blackwood saved her. He is the powerful Lycan King, above all Alphas.
Ivy's wolf awakened and recognized Silas as her real fated mate.
Escaping Julian's control, Ivy broke free from her painful past. Protected by the Lycan King, she regained dignity and strength.
The abandoned Luna finally rises, embracing her true destiny and love.
9.0
Allegra woke up in a sterile alien hospital with no memory, no ID chip, and a terrifying snow leopard General claiming responsibility for her crash.
But a routine ID scan at a local boutique shattered her fragile cover.
The machine shrieked, flashing a fatal red warning: NO NEURAL LINK DETECTED.
She was a "Ghost"—an illegal, unregistered biological entity in a ruthless Hybrid Empire.
The boutique locked down instantly. Heavily armed police swarmed the plaza, laser sights painting her chest red.
She was dragged into a subterranean military black site, where a manic geneticist tested her blood and discovered the impossible truth.
She wasn't a Hybrid. She was a pure Homo Sapiens—an extinct race whose mere presence could cure the Hybrids' fatal Psyche collapse.
To keep her all to himself, the scientist lied to the General, branding her a toxic, mutating bio-weapon.
Forced by Imperial law, the General abandoned her to the scientist's cruel custody.
Allegra was locked inside a reinforced glass cage in the deepest isolation ward, waiting to be dissected.
She huddled on the floor, trembling in absolute despair.
She didn't belong in this nightmare world. Why was she being treated like a monster? Why did this madman look at her like a prize to be torn apart?
Watching the scientist's fox ears twitch in manic stress outside the glass, her human empathy momentarily overrode her terror.
She stood up and pressed her palm against the glass, perfectly aligning it with his.
"Don't be so nervous, Mr. Fox."
Instantly, an invisible wave of human resonance flooded his core, shattering his genetic madness.
The terrifying predator was reduced to a whimpering, devoted puppy, pressing himself against the window in absolute submission.
Allegra slowly pulled her hand back, her heart skipping a beat.
Well, she thought, that changes things.
8.7
For seven years, I was Alpha Zane’s Chosen Mate, suppressing my warrior instincts to be the docile, supportive partner he demanded.
On our seventh anniversary, while I waited by a candlelit table, I accidentally overheard his mind-link with another woman.
"Seven years is a habit, my dear, not love. She's docile, she'll understand."
He told Seraphina, his new political ally, laughing as he dismissed my entire existence.
I didn't scream or cry. I scraped the anniversary cake into the trash, drafted a formal rejection letter, and walked out of the packhouse.
But Zane didn't even notice my departure. He was so consumed by his new lover that my rejection letter was treated as garbage and tossed into the incinerator.
He paraded Seraphina around the pack, even handing my hard-earned strategic command over to her—a woman who knew absolutely nothing about war.
When my loyal subordinates protested, he violently suppressed them, declaring my absence a "childish tantrum" and framing me as the bitter obstacle to his destined romance.
He honestly thought I was just hiding in my room, waiting to beg for his charity and accept a humiliating demotion.
He had no idea that I had already crossed the border into enemy territory.
Tonight, I am attending his grand celebration.
Not as the heartbroken mate he discarded, but as the newly appointed Gamma of his deadliest rival, the Sterling Pack.
8.3
Angel was slammed onto the freezing stone slabs of the central square, surrounded by the deafening, mocking laughter of her clan.
Her own sister, Jasmine, stood over her with a look of pure malice, loudly and falsely accusing Angel of sneaking into the Chief's tent to seduce him.
Then, Al Stein, the man who had sworn to be her mate, stepped out of the crowd with a twisted face of disgust.
"You're a genetic reject. You can't give me children. You're useless."
He threw their bone mate ring hard at her face, cutting her cheek, as the crowd roared for her blood.
Without a trial, the High Oracle stripped her of her citizenship and sentenced her to eternal exile in the deadly wasteland.
To make her punishment a complete joke, the guards dragged out a comatose, dying outcast named Kain, slicing Angel's finger to force a mate bond between the two defects.
They were tossed out into the raging blizzard like discarded corpses, the heavy steel gates slamming shut behind them, cutting off all light and warmth.
Angel crawled through the snow, her vision blurring from extreme starvation and the biting wind, suffocating under the weight of their lies.
Why did her own blood frame her? Why did her mate throw her away to die in the ice?
Just as the freezing shadow of death wrapped around her, a sharp, mechanical voice exploded in her mind.
[Genetic Evolution Codex activated. Host Status: Legendary Kitsune Prime.]
The despair evaporated from her chest, replaced by a burning vow to survive and make every single one of them pay.
7.2
Elara Vex had everything-a flawless ice core, the title of prodigy, and a place at the pinnacle of the High Tower. But in one brutal night, it was all ripped away. Her mentor tore the core from her chest. Her fiancé drove a sword through her back. Her own sister smiled as she bled out on the cold marble floor.
When Elara wakes, she's years in the past, mere hours before her core is scheduled to be stolen. This time, she won't be anyone's sacrificial lamb. She shatters her own core with forbidden blood magic and forges something far more terrifying in its place-a bottomless, ravenous Chaos Core that devours magic itself.
Now, branded a worthless cripple and cast into the deadly Abyss, Elara is pulled from the darkness by the outcasts of Elysium Academy-a school for heretics, psychopaths, and everything the Tower despises. Under the tutelage of a reclusive principal who knew her murdered mother, Elara will master her forbidden power and uncover the Tower's darkest secrets.
When the Five Academies Ranking Tournament arrives, Seraphina Vex stands in the arena, draped in white saintess robes, ready to claim ultimate glory. She doesn't know that a ghost from her past has clawed her way back from hell. She doesn't know that Elara is coming-and this time, the prodigal sister isn't asking for mercy. She's bringing chaos.
