The Jilted Heiress: Too Late For Regret

For years, I lived as the meek, invisible orphan taken in by the wealthy Sterling family.

But on the night of our class trip, my "sister" Ivy handed me a spiked glass of champagne. I woke up in a hotel bed, paralyzed by drugs, with a greasy man unbuckling his belt and a mob of reporters waiting just outside the door.

In my past life, this was the night my reputation was completely destroyed. I was publicly ruined, cast aside by my fiancé Chase, and eventually pushed off a high-rise balcony.

As I fell to my death, I learned the horrifying truth.

The Sterlings had only kept me around to embezzle my massive inheritance. And my only value to Chase was acting as a living blood bank for his sick true love, Blair.

They lived in my house, spent my parents' money, and called it charity. They thought I was just a disposable sacrifice on their altar of greed, completely oblivious to their deceit.

"Gisele gets what she deserves," I heard Ivy sneer from the hallway.

But as the drug burned in my veins, the memories of my past life awakened, cold and sharp as broken glass.

This time, I wasn't going to be the prey.

I grabbed the heavy brass lamp cord, wrapped it tight around the man's throat, and waited for Ivy to walk into her own trap.