Revenge Reawakened: Ava's Second Chance

breath was a shallow, ragged gasp, a fight she was rapidly losing. Her vision, blurred at the edges, struggled

was Lila Hayes, her best friend, the confidante she'd shared every secret with, the one who'd smiled while

stocratic features, once the epitome of dashing charm, now held a cold, predatory gleam. "Such a pity, isn't it, darlin

me slow-acting poison that had taken Alexander, her brilliant, laughing twin. Her brother,

t Ava. You were always so easy to manipulate. So trusting. Did you really think Julian woul

ith appearances, and your grandfather... well, let's just say he had bigger fish to fry than his 'useless' older granddaughter. It was

. Victoria and Eleanor. Her stepmother and stepsister. They had not only poisoned her fam

king. We just wanted to make sure you had plenty of time to... reflect." She gestured around the room, a mocking queen surveying her dying subject. "Think of all th

n a tragic accident. It wasn't an accident. It was them. All of it was them. The isolation, the whispered rumors, the subtle manipulations th

silence from her father and grandfather, all fueled by the insidious lies of Victoria and Eleanor. She had wasted so much precious time,

ith her lips, but with every fiber of her being, a promise forged in the fires of betrayal and despair. If I get a second chance, she raged silently against the dying ligh

ng jolt

avender and old books, not antiseptic, filled her nostrils. She was in her childhood bedroom, the o

p, you two are going t

aze of her nightmare, sending a shockwave through her entire body. Tears, hot

ed, sticky with sweat. The screen glowed to

iver to pick them up, the day her family's life, and her own, would irrevocably change.

ories and knowledge flooding her. She began to furiously jot down names, dates, crucial events, and critical turning points. The betrayals, the manipulations, the "accidents" – every detail of her past life, a roadmap for her

says get up or I'm coming in!" Alexander. His voice, play

a fierce hug. Alexander, startled, stumbled back. "

ootsteps pounded up the stairs. "What's all t

lder. "I... I had a really, really bad dream," she mumbled, her v

stroking Ava's hair. "It's okay. It was just a dream. We're right here." Alexander, still a bit bewildered, patted her back awkwardly

d out, his gaze sweeping over their humble abode with an air of barely concealed disdain. He was Mr. Davies, her

tely disgusting," he muttered, just loud enough for her to hear, his eyes already as

In her past life, she would have shrunk back, humiliated. But not anymore. A

r and steady, astonishing even herself. "My house is not disgusting. My mother worked incredibly

on the hall table vibrated, then toppled over, sha

then back at Ava, his face a mixture of confusion and fear. "Did... di

something profound and exhilarating. She had heard his thought. Not his spoken words, but his thought. And the

hrough her. A second chance, yes. But also... a new power. She could read minds. And she could

debts to collect. Beverly Hills High, the prestigious school her stepsisters attended, was about to