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Rebirth Of The Young Miss

Rebirth Of The Young Miss

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Chapter 1 My Stepsister

Word Count: 1457    |    Released on: 31/08/2025

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ister. What the heck? My whole body trembled. I wanted to charge

re," Jaine, my stepsis

his?" I asked my husband,

let me

o hold my hand,

s, don't you know? This isn't even the fi

to hold back anymore-I s

screamed, about to lunge at

m, my eyes fil

y?" I ch

cause of that child that isn't even mine. And, of course, because of your we

ou mean?"

so confident in your life and your man. But did you r

ly one who didn't know. They had made a fool out of me. I lov

ho? Who was the man that night? Who is the father of

your drink that night-to make sure you ended up in the wrong room. And from what I heard, the owne

had ever seen his face, but they said he was a millionaire and a powe

way, sis, he

d read the documents inside. What? A compan

d up a

die, I will ne

or else," Xa

what?" I

y heart stopped at the sight. No! It

u do to him?

or I'll

d. I had no choice. With shaki

m go, pleas

d. "It's too

A

d ran cold as I turned to see my brot

whole body trembled as te

Jaine sneered, "along with

rough me as I clutched my belly, feeling the warm,

ave my child

y hair and yank

soft-hearted nature, my mother and I

... killed

to and the sister I cherished had betrayed me. They cheated

body as I coll

ked the floo

e and f

d a lighter. Flames erupted

ining my strength. I struggled to crawl,

w a blurred figure. Someone was

, exposed where his torn

urther. I couldn't

meet in the next life

s a next life, I will find

I couldn't give you

e... Mom, Broth

own my cheek as darkne

mething familiar. Is this m

od, you'

You're

n, then turned to the side w

, you're b

king about, Ash?"

ion, I hugged t

ng?" Mom as

My heart pounded as I realized-I had gone back

ch.

in shot thr

ou oka

brother's eyes. Then, flashes

s life, I will protect you. God is on my side-He se

my lips as I thoug

t men. But my father disappointed me. After my mother died,

before he passed away. Under my mother's guidance, I grew the

hat tim

dy 8 AM," s

go to sch

rest first,

. Trust me." I smiled

th you, sis,"

e care of Mom. I just

ouse and got

never had many friends. I had one best friend since childhood, but she died of depression in my previous life. It was one of my

er as one. Little did I know, she wasn't just my stepsist

yone step on me. In this

he door, I quickly stepped aside-just in time

as always their vict

shock, but I ignored them a

ddenly kic

, along with her two minions, Amber and Lalaine. They were

hem torment me.

huh?" Lesley sneered, ra

wrist and kicked her in the stom

o after her and beat her!"

me, but I easil

her, was in the military.

the funeral. But after that, he disappeared. The last thing

never heard

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Rebirth Of The Young Miss
Rebirth Of The Young Miss
“Betrayed. Broken. Left for dead. She was the woman who had it all-until the two people she trusted most shattered her world. Her husband and her beloved stepsister joined forces to steal her company, ruin her reputation, and destroy her life. Even her unborn child wasn't spared. And when she was at her lowest, they framed her for unforgivable crimes... then made sure she wouldn't live to clear her name. But fate had other plans. She awakens-five years in the past, before the betrayal, before the lies, before the bloodshed. Armed with the truth and a second chance, she returns colder, wiser, and determined to rewrite her fate. This time, love is a luxury she can't afford. Trust is a weapon she won't hand over. And mercy? That was buried with her old self. As her enemies toast to their coming triumph, she lays the trap that will bring them to their knees. This is not just about reclaiming her name or rebuilding her empire-this is about making them pay. Every deception. Every betrayal. Every scar. They thought they buried her. Now she's back-with vengeance in her veins and the shovel in her hand”