Reborn: Second Chance with the Scheming Tycoon

The piercing, bone-deep pain nearly caused Amelia Johnson to black out.

Sabrina Johnson gripped a fruit knife, slashing Amelia's face over and over until it was a bloody, unrecognizable mess.

Today, it was her half-sister, Sabrina, who had lured her here. Here, Amelia had witnessed with her own eyes the intimate entanglement between her fiancé, Ethan Collins, and Sabrina on a bed.

Ethan, far from showing any guilt, even spat insults at her, calling her two-faced.

"If it weren't for you, Ethan would've married me ages ago. Blame yourself for coming back! Why couldn't you stay a country bumpkin where you belong? Trying to fight me for the family inheritance? What a joke!" Sabrina's gaze burned with malice as she glared at Amelia.

With tape tightly sealing her mouth, Amelia could only let out muffled cries. Tears mixed with fresh blood streamed down her cheeks.

"What's the matter? Want to talk? Too bad, I won't let you," Sabrina sneered, tapping the knife against Amelia's cheek with deliberate cruelty. "Just keep all your last words bottled up inside."

"My dear sister, you're really something, aren't you? Even after my mom dumped you in the wild when you were little, you still managed to be picked up and raised by someone. But this time? This time, you're finished!" Sabrina cackled, her grin twisted and vicious.

Then, without hesitation, she shoved Amelia off the balcony.

Amelia plummeted from the 27th floor like a severed kite. Bones shattered on impact, and her body was mangled beyond recognition in a spray of blood.

Her eyes remained wide open, her crimson irises brimming with despair and sheer unwillingness.

As life escaped her, only one thought consumed her mind: if there was another chance, she'd make Sabrina repay every single thing a hundredfold!

*****

Amelia's head buzzed as she slowly opened her eyes. In front of her, two blurry figures seemed to loom closer.

"Hey, Bro, check this chick out," the shorter man muttered, practically drooling as he fumbled in his pockets. "Damn it, forgot my phone. Let me borrow yours. Gotta snap a couple of fire photos of this little beauty."

The taller man dug into his jacket, only to curse under his breath. "Crap, left mine in the car. I'll grab it now. Don't touch her while I'm gone. We agreed I'm first in line."

As Amelia's vision cleared, the sight of the two scumbags became all too familiar. How could she ever forget? Just three months ago, on her birthday, Sabrina had drugged her drink.

These two men had been Sabrina's pawns, sent specifically to defile her. However, Amelia had fought with everything she had, and they'd backed off, fearing the consequences of things spiraling out of control. Still, they'd taken a few compromising photos before leaving.

But these weren't just any photos. No, they were suggestive and explicit enough to insinuate things that had never happened. Anyone who saw those images could easily assume what went down between her and the two men.