Beyond the Billionaire's Shadow

The air in the small living room was thick, heavy, mirroring the cold dread gripping my stomach.

My father, Richard, cleared his throat, his eyes avoiding mine, avoiding my mother' s.

"Emily, the papers are signed," he said, his voice flat.

"It's done."

He then looked at me and my younger sister, Jessica.

"Girls, you need to decide. Who you want to live with."

I was Sarah, and this was my second chance, my second life.

The memories of the first one were branded into me.

Jessica, beside me, shifted, her eyes holding a greedy flicker I recognized from before-she remembered a life she called poor, a life she hated.

"I choose Dad," Jessica said, her voice far too quick, too eager.

"Victoria will be pleased," Richard affirmed, a thin smile on his face.

Victoria Sterling.

The tech billionaire, my future stepmother, her name a scar.

In my first life, she had chosen me.

I remembered the endless lessons, the cold praise, the constant pressure to be perfect.

She broke me down, piece by piece, until Jessica, twisted by Victoria' s influence, ended my life.

No.

Not again.

My father urged me to be "sensible," to consider the "opportunities" Victoria offered.

Jessica scoffed, "You're an idiot, Sarah. You want to stay in this dump? With her?"

She chose the fire, thinking it was gold, unaware of the torment that awaited her.

But I knew the price.

I looked at my mother, her eyes full of pain, but also a quiet strength I hadn't truly seen before.

This time, I would protect her.

I would protect myself.

"I choose Mom," I declared, my voice clear and firm, irrevocably altering the script of my reborn life.