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 5
Serena's POV
For a moment, I forgot how to breathe.
"How could I forget you?"
Adrian's words echoed in my mind, repeating again and again like a warning bell.
We hadn't met yet.
Not in this timeline.
So how could he possibly recognize me?
I forced my expression to remain calm, even though my thoughts were racing.
"Are you sure we've met before?" I asked carefully.
Up close, Adrian's presence felt even more overwhelming. He was taller than most men in the room, his broad shoulders straight and confident beneath his tailored black suit. His grey eyes studied my face in a way that made me feel like he was reading every thought in my mind.
For several seconds, he didn't answer.
Then he tilted his head slightly.
"Not yet," he said.
The words sent a chill down my spine.
Not yet?
What was that supposed to mean?
Before I could ask anything else, he extended his hand toward me.
"Adrian Kingsley."
His voice was calm, steady.
Almost formal.
As if the strange moment from earlier hadn't happened.
I hesitated for a brief second before placing my hand in his.
"Serena Vale."
His hand was warm and firm around mine.
But the moment our hands touched, something strange happened.
His grip tightened slightly.
Not painfully.
Just enough for me to notice.
When I looked up, his expression had changed.
For a split second, something flickered in his eyes.
Relief.
The emotion was gone almost instantly, replaced by the usual cool indifference he showed the world.
But I had seen it.
And it made my heart beat faster.
Why would Adrian Kingsley feel relieved to see me?
Unless...
No.
I quickly pushed the thought away.
That kind of thing only happened in stories.
People didn't just remember past lives.
Right?
Lily suddenly stepped forward beside me.
"Mr. Kingsley," she said sweetly, flashing him one of her most charming smiles.
"I'm Lily Vale. Serena's sister."
Her voice was soft and gentle, the same tone she used whenever she wanted someone to like her immediately.
In my previous life, it had worked on almost everyone.
Including my father.
Including countless people in high society.
And for a long time, I believed it had worked on Adrian too.
But now I watched him carefully.
Waiting for his reaction.
Adrian glanced at Lily briefly.
Only briefly.
His expression didn't change.
"Miss Vale," he said politely.
That was it.
No warmth.
No interest.
Just polite acknowledgment.
Lily's smile faltered slightly, but she recovered quickly.
"We've heard so much about you," she continued, clearly trying to keep his attention.
"You're very impressive for someone so young."
Adrian nodded once.
"Thank you."
Then his gaze shifted back to me.
Completely ignoring her.
Lily's fingers tightened slightly around her clutch purse.
If someone wasn't watching closely, they might miss the flash of irritation that crossed her face.
But I saw it.
I had spent my entire life watching Lily's expressions.
Learning the difference between her real emotions and the ones she showed the world.
Adrian spoke again.
"Would you mind walking with me for a moment, Miss Vale?"
The question caught me off guard.
"Me?"
"Yes."
He gestured toward the quieter side of the ballroom where a large balcony overlooked the city.
"I'd like to talk."
Lily's head snapped toward him.
"Serena just arrived," she said quickly. "Maybe I could-"
"I asked Miss Serena."
Adrian's voice wasn't loud.
But it was firm enough to stop her instantly.
Silence settled between us for a moment.
Then I nodded.
"Alright."
I followed Adrian through the crowd toward the balcony doors.
I could feel Lily's stare burning into my back the entire time.
The night air was cool when we stepped outside.
The balcony overlooked the glowing city skyline, lights stretching endlessly into the distance.
For a moment, neither of us spoke.
Adrian stood beside the railing, his hands resting casually in his pockets as he looked out over the city.
Then he glanced at me again.
"You look different."
I frowned slightly.
"Different from what?"
He didn't answer immediately.
Instead, he studied my face again with that same intense gaze.
Finally, he said quietly,
"Different from how I remember you."
My stomach tightened.
There it was again.
That strange sentence.
"How you remember me?"
I crossed my arms slightly.
"Mr. Kingsley, are you sure we've met before?"
A faint smile touched his lips.
"Very sure."
"But I don't remember meeting you."
"That's understandable."
My patience was beginning to wear thin.
"Then maybe you should explain."
For a moment, Adrian didn't respond.
The wind moved gently through his dark hair as he looked out over the city again.
Then he said something that made my entire body freeze.
"You died on a balcony."
My heart stopped.
The world seemed to tilt slightly beneath my feet.
Slowly... very slowly... I turned to look at him.
His expression was calm.
Almost thoughtful.
"You were holding a champagne glass," he continued quietly.
"It slipped from your hand when you collapsed."
My breathing became shallow.
That scene...
That exact moment...
No one should know about it.
Not yet.
Not in this timeline.
I stared at him, my voice barely above a whisper.
"How do you know that?"
Adrian finally turned to face me fully.
Our eyes locked.
And this time, he didn't hide the strange emotion in his gaze.
Regret.
"I was there," he said.
My heart pounded violently.
"That's impossible."
"In this timeline," he agreed calmly.
The words hit me like lightning.
Silence filled the balcony.
Neither of us spoke for several seconds.
Then I asked the only question that mattered.
"You remember it too... don't you?"
Adrian didn't look surprised.
Instead, a small, almost amused smile appeared on his face.
"Yes," he said simply.
My breath caught.
The impossible had just become real.
I wasn't the only one who had returned.
Adrian Kingsley remembered the future too.
And suddenly...
My second life had become far more dangerous than I ever imagined.
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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?