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 6
Serena's POV
For a long moment, I couldn't say anything.
The wind moved softly across the balcony, carrying the distant sounds of music and conversation from inside the ballroom, but everything felt strangely quiet.
Adrian remembered.
Not just small details.
Not vague feelings.
He remembered my death.
The balcony.
The champagne glass.
The exact moment my life ended.
Which meant only one thing.
He had lived that life too.
I stared at him, trying to find some sign that he was joking or testing me somehow. But Adrian Kingsley didn't look like a man who made jokes about death.
His expression was calm.
Serious.
Almost... relieved.
"You're not surprised," he said quietly.
It wasn't a question.
I swallowed, forcing my thoughts into order.
"You expected me to believe you?" I replied carefully.
His eyes narrowed slightly.
"I expected you to understand."
I crossed my arms, leaning against the railing beside him.
"And why would I understand something that sounds completely insane?"
Adrian studied my face for a moment longer.
Then he said something that made my stomach twist.
"Because you remember it too."
The certainty in his voice left no room for denial.
My heart beat harder.
Of course he would notice.
Someone who had lived through the same events would recognize the signs.
The way I spoke.
The way I looked at Lily.
The way I reacted to him.
Everything was different from the girl he remembered.
Still, I didn't answer immediately.
Adrian sighed quietly.
"You woke up earlier than I did," he continued.
That made me blink.
"What?"
"In the last timeline," he said calmly, "you died before me."
A cold shiver ran down my spine.
Before him?
That meant Adrian had lived past the night I was poisoned.
"How...?" I began.
He cut me off.
"I found out the truth later."
My hands tightened slightly.
"The truth?"
"That you didn't collapse from illness."
His eyes darkened.
"You were poisoned."
Hearing the word again sent a wave of anger through my chest.
"Yes," I said quietly.
"I know."
Adrian nodded slowly.
"I suspected it."
My head snapped toward him.
"You suspected it?"
His jaw tightened slightly.
"But I was too late."
For the first time since we started speaking, Adrian looked... angry.
Not loud anger.
Not explosive anger.
But something colder.
Something dangerous.
"I spent months investigating after your death," he continued.
"Something about that night never made sense."
My heart pounded faster.
"And?"
His gaze shifted toward the ballroom doors.
"And I discovered things your family would rather keep hidden."
Lily's face flashed through my mind.
Sweet.
Innocent.
Deadly.
"You found out it was her," I said.
Adrian didn't answer immediately.
Then he spoke quietly.
"Yes."
The confirmation felt strange.
Part of me had always known.
But hearing someone else say it out loud made it feel real all over again.
"She wasn't careful enough," he continued.
"There were traces of poison in the champagne glass."
My fingers curled slightly.
"So what happened to her?"
Adrian's expression darkened.
"I confronted her."
"And?"
For a moment, he didn't respond.
Then he said something unexpected.
"She denied everything."
I frowned.
"That's it?"
"No."
His voice became colder.
"She tried to run."
I stared at him.
"Run?"
"Yes."
Adrian leaned against the railing beside me, looking out over the city again.
"But she didn't get very far."
Something in his tone made my heart skip.
"What did you do?" I asked slowly.
He glanced at me.
And for the first time since we started talking, a faint smile appeared.
Not a warm smile.
Something sharper.
"Let's just say," he said calmly, "Lily Vale didn't have a very happy ending."
A strange mix of emotions twisted inside me.
Relief.
Shock.
And something darker.
"You killed her?" I asked.
Adrian shrugged slightly.
"I didn't say that."
Which meant he wasn't going to clarify either.
The silence between us stretched for a moment.
Then I asked the question that had been bothering me since the beginning.
"When did you wake up?"
"Three weeks ago."
My eyes widened slightly.
"That long?"
"Yes."
"And you didn't come find me?"
Adrian gave me a strange look.
"I did."
That surprised me.
"When?"
"The day after I woke up."
I blinked.
"But we didn't meet."
"That's because you were still acting exactly like before."
His words made me pause.
"What do you mean?"
"You still obeyed your father."
"You still protected Lily."
"You still avoided me."
My chest tightened slightly.
Of course I had.
At that point, I hadn't died yet.
I hadn't learned the truth.
"So you waited," I said slowly.
"Yes."
Adrian's gaze moved over my face again.
"I wanted to see when you would change."
A small chill ran through me.
"And tonight?"
He smiled faintly.
"Tonight confirmed it."
I frowned.
"Confirmed what?"
"That the Serena standing in front of me now..."
His eyes locked onto mine.
"...is not the same Serena I lost."
The words hung in the air between us.
Lost.
He said it so casually.
But the meaning behind it was heavy.
"You talk like we were close," I said carefully.
"In the last timeline."
Adrian didn't answer immediately.
Instead, he studied my face again, as if debating something.
Then he said quietly,
"We were engaged."
"I know."
"But that wasn't the whole story."
My heart skipped.
"What do you mean?"
Adrian stepped closer.
Not threateningly.
But close enough that I could see every detail of his expression.
"In the last timeline," he said softly,
"I loved you."
My breath caught.
The words felt unreal.
Loved me?
That didn't make sense.
"You barely spoke to me," I said.
"You always looked uninterested."
Adrian let out a quiet laugh.
"You really believed that?"
"Of course I did."
His smile faded slightly.
"That's unfortunate."
"Why?"
"Because while you were busy convincing yourself I preferred your sister..."
His eyes darkened.
"...I was trying to figure out how to make you stop sacrificing everything for her."
The words hit me harder than I expected.
I stared at him in shock.
"You're saying... you never liked Lily?"
Adrian's expression turned completely flat.
"I never even considered her."
The answer was immediate.
Absolute.
Which meant something very uncomfortable.
All those years...
All those sacrifices...
They had been based on a lie.
A lie Lily told me.
A bitter laugh escaped my lips.
"That's ridiculous."
Adrian raised an eyebrow.
"What is?"
"My life," I said quietly.
"For years I thought I was being a good sister."
My fingers tightened slightly against the railing.
"But apparently I was just being an idiot."
Adrian didn't argue with that.
Instead, he said something that made my heart skip again.
"You don't have to repeat the same mistakes."
I looked at him.
"What do you mean?"
Adrian's gaze was steady.
"In the previous timeline, I failed to protect you."
A strange seriousness filled his voice.
"But this time..."
His eyes hardened slightly.
"...I won't make the same mistake."
For a moment, neither of us spoke.
The city lights glittered endlessly below us.
Somewhere inside the ballroom, the music changed.
And standing there beside Adrian Kingsley, I realized something important.
My revenge...
My future...
My second life...
None of it would be simple anymore.
Because now there were two people who knew how the story ended.
And together...
We could change everything.
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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?