My Second Death, Her Sweet Revenge

nto my dressing room, holdin

ing a joint interview on the 'Lat

In my past life, Sera had worn a black dress to our first public event together. I had worn a sui

over me, and we he

wearing a stunning, blood-red dress. She looked at my suit, an

meras, Liam?" she asked, her voice dripping

in, his smile wide and charismatic.

the show, a rival producer, and

ned Sera against me. He was the reason for the misunderstanding that led to her death.

ce in her eyes melted. She laughed, a genuine, beautiful sou

would have given anything to be th

started with lighthearted questions about

The ladies want to know, what

ed towards Sera, even thou

bly talented, a genius in her field. She might seem cold on the outside, but she's passionate and has a deep sense of

ate memory between me and the Sera from my past. I saw a

e moment. "A very specific type! Sera, what

he looked directly at it, her expre

voice like steel. "And a man wh

rs died. Julian put a comforting hand on her shoulder, and sh

ver in my mind. In this life, she hated me. She truly, genuin

ke it was engulfed in flames, with controlled gas lines and fire gel. A cold dread washed over me. This

Mr. Croft were here earlier. She pointed out a potential weak point

t was dangerous. And sh

or called,

me. It was hotter than I remembered. I delivered

ot a controlled burn. The force of it threw me to the ground. A wave of

gh the haze, I saw a fig

out, my voice ho

smoke. My heart leaped

ran righ

ting a panicked, coughing Julian. She walked him out of the burning se

ft me

wooden bookshelf, teetered and t