The rain poured down like judgment from the heavens, soaking the streets of Lagos in cold silence. Mira Nwosu's body hit the pavement with a dull thud, her breath stolen by the blade that pierced her heart.
Betrayed.
By the man she loved…
By the sister she raised…
By the world she once gave everything to.
Her vision blurred as her blood mixed with the rain. The last sound she heard was her sister's voice, mocking her:
"You were never meant to wear the crown. I was always the stronger one."
Mira's last thought wasn't fear.
It was fury.
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When she opened her eyes again, the world was unfamiliar—clean white sheets, soft silk curtains, and the scent of lavender.
She sat up, gasping. Her hands—soft, unscarred. Her face—reflected in a gilded mirror—was years younger. Her heart raced.
She had been reborn.
But not just into anyone's life…
She was in the body of a mysterious heiress, the secret child of a global billionaire with enemies in high places and a magical bloodline hidden from the world.
This time, she wouldn't be the victim.
This time, she would destroy them all.