The New Emily Hills
Nora Dumont, a ruthless and merciless gang leader feared across the region who had slowly expanded her control into other countries, died at the hands of one of her most trusted people. In her final, dying moments, she discovered a devastating truth-the person who killed her was the very same one who had murdered her parents.
But fate granted her a chance for revenge when she was reborn in the body of Emily Hills, the rejected wife of a billionaire CEO who had divorced her while she was at her weakest.
When Emily finally walked out of the hospital, she was no longer the same woman. A new soul now lived within her-Nora, awakened once more, ready to avenge the body she now possessed while carrying out her vengeance for the brutal deaths of her family.
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Chapter 3
NORA
"I am now entrusting the company to my daughter."
We were in the middle of a board meeting when Rod spoke those words.
Esmeralda and Rod had already explained everything to me beforehand-every loophole, every possible risk. They knew this decision wouldn't sit well with everyone. They also knew that some people would gladly take advantage of my recent hospitalization just to strip me of the position.
"Rod, Emily just got out of the hospital," an older woman said, her tone carefully controlled. "Shouldn't she be focusing on her recovery first?"
I looked at her.
From the way her lips tightened and her eyes flickered with disdain, it was obvious she didn't want me here. More than that, she didn't want me to become the CEO of Hills Group.
"I'm still here," Rod replied calmly. "You don't have to worry. I will guide her."
"Is that really enough?" the woman pressed. "She will be the one making the decisions, not you."
Her voice was gentle, almost polite, but I wasn't fooled.
"Besides, Rod," another man interjected. My gaze shifted to him. "We all know what happened between her and Mr. Bennett. His company is our number one client. Wouldn't it be better if we let Corrine-"
"I understand your concern, Joshua," Rod cut in sharply. "But Emily is my daughter, and she is the only rightful heir of Hills Pharma. Her marriage with Asher has nothing to do with this company."
His voice carried an unmistakable warning.
I couldn't help but think that whoever originally owned this body was incredibly lucky to have parents like these.
Too bad she was a complete fool when it came to love.
While they argued, I lightly tapped my fingers on the table, as if playing an invisible piano. It was something I did when I needed to think.
The noise around me grew irritating.
So I stopped.
The sudden silence drew everyone's attention to me.
"Do I not have the right," I asked calmly, my face expressionless, my eyes empty and lifeless, "to become the CEO of the company my own father founded?"
That was how I was.
"It's not like that, dear. It's just that-"
"What was your name again?" I interrupted, turning to the woman who had spoken earlier.
She forced an awkward smile.
"I'm Clara Williams. I own five percent of the company shares."
I snorted.
"A measly five percent," I said coolly, raising an eyebrow, "and you dare question my appointment?"
A sharp intake of breath echoed around the room.
I glanced at Rod. Even he looked stunned.
"Emily, what are you saying?" Clara clutched her chest as if I had personally wounded her.
"Anyway," I continued casually, "who the hell is Corrine?"
"She's m–my daughter," Clara replied hesitantly.
I studied her carefully.
"Emily, we know the divorce hurt you," one of the older men said cautiously. "But we're only saying that Clara might help because-"
"She's Asher's mistress. Is that it?" I finished bluntly.
"You've gone too far!" Clara exploded.
"Have I?" I asked with a smile. "Who was glued to Asher's side even when he was still married to me?"
The room went silent.
The board members exchanged glances. Clara froze.
Mr. and Mrs. Hills had already told me, they strongly suspected Corrine was the reason behind Emily and Asher's separation.
What disgusted me even more was what I learned next.
Three years ago, the Hills family had saved the Bennett Group from bankruptcy.
Emily loved Asher so deeply that her family lent him an enormous sum just to help his company recover.
The Hills family had dragged the Bennetts out of the gutter-
And this was how Asher repaid them?
"And now," I continued, my tone sharp, "you want to let a snake manage this company? What if one day we wake up and find Hills Pharma completely drained?"
The board members shifted uneasily.
They knew I had a point.
"That's enough, Emily!" Clara slammed her hand on the table and stood up, livid.
"Is anything I said wrong?" I asked, smiling faintly as I looked at each board member one by one.
None of them could meet my eyes.
Good.
Doubt had already been planted.
"Since you've understood Emily's point," Rod said firmly, "I believe there's nothing left to discuss. My daughter is intelligent, you all know that. Yes, the company was compromised when I decided to help the Bennett Group, but that will never happen again. I'm sure you've all seen how decisive she is."
One by one, the board members nodded.
All except Clara.
Her eyes burned with fury.
I didn't care.
"I would like to announce that there will be changes in the company soon," I said with a smile, one that made it clear I wasn't someone to trifle with. "While I was in the hospital, I thought carefully about how to further expand the company. I hope we can all walk toward success together."
The meeting ended without another word from Clara-or Joshua.
Rod and I were the last to leave the boardroom. We headed straight to his office, where Esmeralda was waiting with Matt, Rod's assistant.
"Are you okay, dear?" Esmeralda asked worriedly. "Did anyone say anything inappropriate to you?"
She had refused to join the meeting earlier, saying she disliked the board's fake smiles.
"You won't believe it, Esme," Rod said, beaming with pride. "Our daughter was fearless. I even couldn't believe it."
Esmeralda stared at me in disbelief, as if I had suddenly grown horns.
"Fearless?" she asked. "They didn't eat her alive?"
She sounded anxious as she reached for my hand.
Rod chuckled and looked at me seriously.
"I don't know what happened," he said, "but I like this version of Emily. She's always been kind, loving, forgiving-too forgiving. And those very qualities were the reason people, even her own husband, stepped all over her."
All eyes turned to me.
They were waiting for an explanation, perhaps.
"I just didn't want them to think I'm a pushover," I said quietly. "I realized something-I'm your daughter. You love me so much that you wouldn't even let a mosquito touch me. So why should I allow others to treat me like I'm worthless?"
Tears welled up in Esmeralda's eyes.
She pulled me into a tight embrace.
I didn't expect the strange warmth that enveloped me.
My own father loved me deeply-he would die for me without hesitation.
But what Esmeralda made me feel now was... different.
I raised my hand and hugged her back.
For now, Rod and Esmeralda were my family.
I still had no explanation prepared for Dante-my right hand, the man who knew me better than anyone.
I couldn't let him see me yet.
How was I supposed to tell him?
How could I explain that I was Nora Dumont, the most feared leader of an underground organization-
Trapped inside the body of Emily Hills...
A woman known only as a doormat?
Tsk!
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7.3
BLURB
Sophia died hating the man she once loved. Then she woke up ten years younger with a chance to make him pay.
Alexander Sterling destroyed her in ways he'll never remember. Now she'll become the woman he can't forget, and can't have. But he's dreaming of her death. She's planning his downfall. And neither knows they're both pawns in someone else's game.
9.7
For three years, I was the dutiful wife of billionaire Ervin Valdez.
On our third wedding anniversary, he came home smelling of his mistress's perfume, pinned me down, and brutally mocked me.
His mistress, Sylvia, had even sent me a fake ultrasound report to force me out of the picture.
In Ervin's eyes, I was just a vicious, calculating liar who used a pregnancy to trap him into marriage.
He didn't care that I had actually lost that baby, nor did he know the trauma of my gambling father selling me to a dark club where I was assaulted by a stranger.
When I finally handed him the signed divorce papers, giving up all assets, and left the penthouse with nothing but an old suitcase, he just sneered.
"She is playing a game of hard to get. She won't last three days before she comes crying back."
He froze all my bank accounts, let his mistress humiliate me in public, and waited coldly for me to starve and beg.
He thought my entire existence relied on his wealth, completely confident that I would inevitably surrender to his control.
But he was wrong.
I calmly opened my old laptop, bypassed the complex encryptions, and looked at the dozens of unread emails from top-tier global brands begging for my return.
I resurrected my hidden identity as the legendary jewelry designer "R," and walked straight into the top design firm in Manhattan.
"It is time to find myself again."
9.8
I sat in the VIP waiting room of the fertility clinic, clutching the report that confirmed my implantation was a success. After years of struggling, I finally had a reason to make my marriage with Garnett work.
But when I went to find him in the lounge, I heard a woman’s laughter coming from behind the door. It was his mistress, Alison. I froze as I heard Garnett’s cold, dismissive voice.
"She’s just an incubator."
"Once the heir is born, we kick her out. The trust fund only requires a legitimate heir born to my wife. It doesn't require the wife to stick around afterwards."
The betrayal went deeper than I could have imagined. I soon discovered the clinic had botched the procedure—the baby I was carrying wasn't even Garnett’s. It was donor sperm from Sterling Sharp, the most powerful tech mogul in the world.
When my in-laws forced me to move into their estate for "monitoring," I realized I was entering a cage. Garnett and his mistress were paying the family doctor to inject me with hallucinogens to mimic a mental breakdown. They planned to declare me legally incompetent and commit me to an asylum the second I gave birth.
I stood in the shadows of the East Wing, realizing my husband wasn't just stealing my child—he was trying to delete my mind. The people I called family were poisoning me daily, waiting for me to break so they could claim a legacy that wasn't even theirs.
They wanted a madwoman, so I decided to give them one. I turned the doctor into my double agent, faked every symptom of a breakdown, and began building a secret empire from the shadows. Garnett thinks he’s trapped an incubator, but he’s actually locked himself in with a nuclear weapon.
7.2
Five years ago, Elena Moretti walked away from Dominic Russo without explanation-leaving him to face the collapse of his father's empire alone.
Now Dominic is no longer the reckless man she once loved. He's a ruthless billionaire CEO with power, influence... and a memory that hasn't forgotten betrayal.
When he acquires the company Elena works for, he offers her a deal she can't refuse: work under him for six months-or watch her family's name be dragged through a financial scandal from the past.
Forced into close proximity, old wounds reopen and buried secrets threaten to surface. But the more time they spend together, the more dangerous the tension becomes.
Because hatred is easier than forgiveness.
And love?
Love is guilty as sin.
8.7
Gianna Windsor and Brandon Baker have been married for two and a half years. Since it was an arranged marriage, Gianna accepted the fact that Brandon would never love her, but she was satisfied with the respect and care he showed her.
That was until Brandon's best friend, Bailey, announced her pregnancy with his baby.
The bubble Ginanna had created for herself shattered and she had no choice but to divorce him and make room for the child. A few weeks after leaving, she finds out she's pregnant as well.
When Brandon sees a child that resembles him a few years later, he is determined to get back in Gianna's life and take care of her and their child. Will Gianna allow him back into her life? Will she fall for him again?
9.7
Gemma expected the tearing agony of the bullet wound that had just ended her life.
Instead, her trembling fingers met the cool, smooth friction of heavy silk.
She stared into the mirror. Her face was flawless, completely devoid of the jagged scar that had marred her cheek for the last five years.
It was exactly ten years ago. The day of her engagement party to the ruthless billionaire, Brion Hubbard.
In her past life, her "best friend" Katelyn convinced her to run away with a scheming scumbag.
Katelyn claimed Brion was a heartless tyrant who would ruin her. Gemma had foolishly believed those fake tears.
That choice led to her family's bankruptcy, her brutal disfigurement, and ultimately, a fatal bomb explosion.
The only person who tried to save her was Brion, his blood-soaked body shielding hers from the blast.
She even realized too late that the strawberry cream cakes she always made for him were full of dairy.
He wasn't leaving to cheat on her. He was locking himself in a medical bay, fighting fatal allergic shock, just to accept a tiny scrap of her affection.
Gemma had been so incredibly blind. Why did she trust the venomous snakes who destroyed her, while hating the man who died for her?
Hearing Katelyn frantically knocking on the dressing room door, urging her to run away again, a towering hatred surged through Gemma's veins.
This time, she wasn't going to run.
She was going to expose the traitors, take back her family's wealth, and claim the tyrant for herself.