Pretty please add this book to your library.
While Avery Blake was happily carrying a small fortune and ready to shop till the city burned—
Meanwhile, in the Blake Family Estate—
SLAM!
Bianca White's face darkened like a thunderstorm as she slammed the phone down. The screen hadn't even dimmed before Chloe Blake snatched it and smashed it to the floor.
CRACK.
The screen shattered like spiderwebs. Her fingers, clenched tight around the hem of her seasonal white haute couture dress—pure as snow, deadly as frost—had turned bone-white.
"Mom!"
Her lashes lowered, veiling the venom in her gaze. When she looked up again, her eyes glimmered with perfectly placed tears.
"Dad's really going to side with her just because she awakened powers?" Her voice trembled. "That bitch threw Nick Barnes and Rick Dalton straight into PSB custody!"
But the next breath and her mask was back on—refined, delicate, exactly the kind of daughter the White family raised.
Though a year younger than Avery, Chloe now stood just as tall. Her tone softened, coaxing and sweet.
"That bastard's so damn hard to kill."
"So damn lucky," Bianca echoed. Her voice remained smooth and cold, dressed in a navy high-neck dress that framed her figure like steel in silk. Her black hair draped over one shoulder, every strand intentional.
"Thrown from that height and still breathing…"
Each word laced with poison, yet delivered with a lover's purr. She tapped Chloe's nose, leaving a faint red mark with her manicured nail.
"I don't want to see her in this house again." Chloe tugged on Bianca's sleeve, her voice low and spoiled. "She's eighteen, Mom. There should only be one daughter in the Blake family."
"Silly girl. Don't get upset." Bianca gently smoothed Chloe's hair, motherly and soft.
"Nick and Rick may have failed," she added, voice dipping to a conspiratorial whisper, "but the Hidden Gate won't. I've already reached out to the White Family's main branch."
Her lips curled.
"We'll buy their channel directly—face to face. I promise, she won't live long enough to walk through that door again."
Elsewhere — Rosewood Estate, West of Capitol City
In the garden drenched with sunlight, roses bloomed like royalty—lush, decadent, fragrant in the summer heat.
Celia White sat alone, the embodiment of grace, flipping through a leather-bound book.
She wore flowing sapphire, her midnight curls cascading to her waist. On her wrist glowed a bracelet with five differently colored stones—each one a tether to a different timeline.
When a piano ringtone chimed, her porcelain fingers marked her page and lifted the phone.
"Hello, Callan," she answered, voice cool as mountain spring.
On the other end, a young man practically vibrated through the speaker.
Celia traced the edge of a vine near her elbow—once, twice—before shifting the phone a hair from her ear.
"Celia! I hit Mid-Tier Peak!"
"Impressive." Her eyes sparkled, though her attention drifted to the velvet box nearby. Nestled inside: one pristine trumpet vine bloom.
"You're the youngest prodigy in the Federation to reach Mid-Tier Peak. Soren Wolfe isn't the golden boy anymore. It's your time, Callan."
He laughed, unrestrained. "It's thanks to your prophecy, sis! Forty percent source energy loss, but way better than expected!"
"I found a bunch of trumpet vines at the site. Most were torn apart by source beasts… but I sent you the one that survived."
Celia's lashes dipped, regret flashing in her gaze.
Forty percent. Still worse than Soren Wolfe's twenty percent in the last life.
Callan chattered on, recounting his battle. But her mind wandered—to silver hair, to storm-gray eyes.
Her fingers caressed the bracelet unconsciously.
It had to fit. Wolfe gifts always did.
Even when they came from the wrong brother.
Two years ago, it had been an engagement gift.
Back then, it was Soren who placed it on her wrist.
He was already a High-Tier powerhouse. She? Barely Low-Tier Peak.
"Are you listening, Celia?"
"Of course," she said sweetly. "Focus on training while you're there. I'll be here when you return."
"I told Dad—I want to start planning the wedding when I get back! You'll be the most dazzling bride in the Federation!"
"Callan…"
Her voice was gentle. Her heartbeat was not.
He fell silent on the line. "Celia…?"
Just her name on her lips sent sparks through his chest.
Celia stood and walked through the garden, phone in hand, a smile tugging at her mouth despite herself.
They spoke for another half-hour before he reluctantly hung up.
Alone again, she placed the phone on the table and drew a long breath, her expression cooling.
"I, Celia White, am obviously the female lead of this world," she said—and laughed.
Because it was true.
She had been reborn. Again.
Right before her past self became Soren Wolfe's fiancée.
Celia White—eldest daughter of the White Family. Trait-class Esper.
Her true ability? Hidden across two lives:
Time Rewind.
Currently Low-Tier Peak. She could rewind ten minutes.
One stone on the bracelet dimmed—one minute gone forever.
Still enough to escape death. Enough to fix fatal mistakes.
In her past life, she awakened at twenty—too late. After failed experiments, she was branded powerless. Engaged to Soren Wolfe at eighteen.
But Soren… was warmth wrapped in frost.
He never gave her his heart.
And his limited resources? He kept for himself.
She remembered her cousin—a B-rank who married into a mining clan and hit Mid-Tier in eight years.
She, an A-rank, took seven years just to reach Low-Tier Peak.
And then she died.
Even with Time Rewind… she died again.
But not this time.
This time, she chose Callan Wolfe.
Heir to the main Wolfe bloodline. A star rising just as bright as Soren.
She still awakened late—but this time, she hid her power.
Let the world believe she was a prophet.
Using memories from her past life, she made every perfect prediction. Rose through the White Family. Became the Federation's most valuable asset.
Now? She was engaged to Callan.
The source site he just claimed?
It had been Soren's in her past life.
Back then, Callan rushed into battle against the Ember Demon. Lost two Mid-Tiers. Barely survived.
Soren, meanwhile, discovered the Nine Abyss Source untouched—and rose to High-Tier.
He brought her two trumpet vines.
But he kept the best for himself.