The Billionaire My Sister Wanted Is Mine Now
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
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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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7.7
Eva Brooks, a 25-year-old woman, was set up by her best friend. Her fiancé broke up with her and demanded compensation for allegedly cheating on him.
Eva had a one-night stand with the richest CEO in Dominic City, Ethan Owen. He was arrogant and offered her a job as his secretary.
As his secretary, Ethan couldn't shake his fondness for Eva. He became obsessed with her, worrying that she was cheating on him.
He broke up with his fiancée to become engaged to Eva, but will his fiancée let him go? Will Eva accept a relationship with her boss?
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.
7.2
For ten years, Aurora was abandoned by her wealthy family to rot in the countryside.
When she finally returned, there was no warm welcome. The Lott family only brought her back to replace her adopted sister in an arranged marriage with Damian Yates, a notoriously violent, crippled billionaire, just to save their bankrupt company.
Her grandmother mocked her as uneducated trash. Her fake sister feigned disgust at her very presence.
When her biological father desperately tried to stop them from sending his daughter to her death, the family turned on him.
Her grandmother struck her father across the face, kicked the three of them out of the manor into the freezing rain, and arrogantly declared they would starve on the streets by nightfall.
They thought Aurora was just a helpless, pathetic hillbilly who would quietly accept being sold as livestock.
They had no idea that over the past decade, she had survived the darkest corners of the world, becoming a lethal operative with unimaginable power.
Standing in the cold rain, Aurora didn't shed a single tear.
She calmly pulled out her encrypted phone, personally canceled the billionaire's marriage contract, and ordered her hacker to completely freeze the Lott family's accounts.
"Total financial annihilation. Burn them to the ground."
But as she watched her abusers' legacy crumble, a classified file arrived on her phone, revealing that the very billionaire she just rejected was tied to her mother's unsolved murder.
The real hunt was just beginning.
9.0
Carli followed an anonymous text to a dark garage, only to find her fiancé of seven years tangled with another woman in his Porsche.
She smashed his window, threw her engagement ring at his face, and walked away.
But the betrayal didn't stop there. Her own family sided with the cheater. Her father slapped her across the face so hard she bled, demanding she hand over her late aunt's trust fund.
"If you don't do exactly as you're told tonight, I will freeze every credit card in your name," her father roared.
Forced to attend the exclusive Gutierrez family gala, Carli watched her ex-fiancé parade his cheap mistress to humiliate her, while her stepsister tried to publicly ruin her.
Suddenly, a violent screech echoed as the massive crystal chandelier above them snapped from the ceiling.
In a split second of pure instinct, Vaughn shoved his mistress to safety and threw himself to the ground, completely abandoning Carli to be crushed.
Staring up at the plummeting glass, Carli felt the crushing reality that her entire life had been surrounded by monsters.
But the fatal impact never came.
A massive force yanked her into a hard chest, shielding her body entirely from the explosive shrapnel.
Carli opened her eyes to find Fletcher Gutierrez—the ruthless billionaire king of Wall Street and the masked stranger from her reckless one-night stand—bleeding heavily over her.
Feeling his warm blood on her hands, Carli knew the game had just changed.
7.6
For three years, I played the perfect, docile wife to Brendon Jimenez, desperate for the real family I never had as an orphan.
But during a high-society gala, I peeked through a cracked door and caught him sleeping with my best friend.
When I packed my cheap canvas bag to leave the penthouse, my mother-in-law blocked the door.
She dumped my clothes on the marble floor, called me a stray dog, and slapped me so hard my mouth bled.
Brendon just stood there, watching his mother humiliate me.
To keep me trapped as his perfect public prop, he even faked his mother's heart attack in a VIP hospital suite.
"Get on your knees. Kneel down right now and beg my mother for forgiveness until she decides to accept it."
I gave them my youth and unconditional loyalty, only to realize this prestigious old-money family was nothing but a rotting corpse built on dirty secrets.
I didn't cry, and I certainly didn't drop to my knees.
Instead, I pulled out my phone right in front of him and called my lawyer.
"File for an at-fault divorce. I have proof of his infidelity with Kaelynn Hudson. I want him ruined."
Then, I touched the matte black card hidden deep in my clutch.
It belonged to Kile Barrett, the ruthless billionaire shark my husband feared most, and I was going to use him to tear the Jimenez family apart.
9.7
"This is not a game." As I wrapped my arm around her waist, I slipped my hand under her dress.
"What are you doing?" She froze, eyes like a deer caught in the headlights.
Kissing the back of her ear, I whispered, "Do you want me to take it out now?" I rubbed my finger against her pussy. As expected, she was soaking. A blaze of lust and need swept through me. My cock was hard, pressed against her ass. "You're drenched, my love. I know you enjoy it. Stop fighting it. Give in. Submit to your desire."
***
TARA
A family practice forces me to run away from home, leaving me disgraced and my family in shame.
Just when I start making new friends, someone threatens to expose who I am and the person behind my nom de plume. The condition- a contract marriage, the very same reason I fled from.
So, what's so different this time? Mad Shanewood- the achingly handsome, with waving red flags, an irrefutable passion, or a magnetic attraction?
With my secrets still haunting me, now the whole world is watching, and our delicately fragile public image is at stake.
After a glimpse beneath his shallow exterior, there is a damaged soul who makes me feel as if I'm everything to him.
And how is it that the one thing I never wanted has me fighting so hard to keep?
***
MAD
I always get the deal done until my recklessness has thrown the company into a tailspin, derailing my path to a billion-dollar project.
With my image under brutal public scrutiny, marriage is my last straw.
Tara Montimer not only intrigues me. She's selfless, kind-hearted, and sexy as hell. And something deep in her eyes makes me question if I'm worthy to be her husband.
For me, it seems that it's not just fixing my reputation anymore- the entrancing deposed princess didn't only steal my breath away. She penetrates the protective wall around my heart that I built for years.
Our goals may be aligned. But then there's a disapproving father who is a King, a law, and constant threats that prevent us from getting married.
Will this razor-thin edge arrangement be enough to fix what's been broken, or is something between us worth fighting for?