The Broken Heiress: Reborn For Sweet Revenge

For years, I exhausted myself trying to be the perfect, obedient heiress of the ultra-wealthy Carlisle family.

But my reward wasn't their love. Instead, I was abruptly branded a fake, thrown out of the estate, and sent to a brutal black-site prison to take the fall for someone else's crimes.

My cold CEO brother, Julian, didn't lift a finger to save me. My carefully selected boyfriend, Connor, sold me out without a second thought.

In that maximum-security cell, I was stripped of my dignity. I ate moldy, insect-infested bread, and my soft hands were covered in thick, ugly scars from fighting off murderers.

I watched inmates get beaten half to death over a single cracker, while my so-called family continued their pristine, luxurious lives on the outside.

"She's just a parasite, let her rot."

I died in that dark cell, completely abandoned. The sheer exhaustion of trying to please them, of trying to be flawless, washed over my final moments like a physical sickness.

I didn't understand why my absolute loyalty was repaid with such ruthless cruelty.

Then, water rushed out of my lungs in a violent, burning surge.

I opened my eyes to the pristine blue pool of the Carlisle estate, my body completely unscarred. I had reverted to being fifteen again.

This time, I was done playing the perfect daughter. If my fate was a prison cell, I was going to spend my remaining freedom tearing their perfect world apart.