After being betrayed by her adopted sister and abandoned by her biological family, Tilda dies with nothing but regret. Reborn, she cuts ties with the Jensons and stops hiding her brilliance. Hacker, chess champion, artistic prodigy—she reveals one shocking identity after another. As the Jensons beg for forgiveness and a powerful man claims her as his own, Tilda makes one thing clear: this time, they’ve lost her forever.
The fire roared, spitting heat and smoke into the night. Tilda Jenson lay crumpled on the dusty floor, her body too weak to move. Smoke clawed at her throat, forcing ragged coughs from her lungs. Tears streamed uncontrollably, stinging her eyes. Her hair was a wild, tangled mess; soot streaked her face – but even…
Seventh in the Jenson lineup. They both went to Orica University – Wade was a junior, Tilda a sophomore. Kyla, the youngest, had just started her freshman year. “I heard you,” Tilda said flatly. Wade blinked, thrown off. This wasn’t the Tilda he remembered. The old her had been stiff, nervous, desperate to please everyone.…
He looked at Tilda, his expression twisting with conflict. He didn’t want to admit it, but this cold, ungrateful, unrecognizable girl was his flesh and blood. And still… how could she be so heartless? “Let’s just talk,” Blair said shakily. “No need for this to get ugly.” As much as it pained her to see…
“Mr. Read,” Russell said sharply, “tell everyone here – who gave you the tip for that front-page article?” A pause. Then, confidently: “Didn’t we already go over this? It was Ms. Tilda.” All eyes swung toward her. This time, they thought, there’s no way she can wriggle out of it. But Tilda didn’t even blink.…
But not this Tilda. That naive, gullible girl was gone – buried with her old self. “Mr. Jenson,” she said coolly, her tone calm but cutting, “do you really think you ever planned to set things right? Let’s be honest – you’re just an old man past his prime. How exactly are you going to…
Kyla caught that tiny flicker of hesitation, and panic jolted through her. No – she couldn’t let that happen. If they started to care about Tilda again, if they started to doubt her… she might lose everything. “Fine! Go ahead and leave!” Russell suddenly roared. “Walk out that door and don’t you ever come back!…
“Is this for real?” “The Queen has returned!” She opened her old profile, deleted the line that read Retired. Gone for good,and replaced it with just two words: I’m back. That alone was enough to set the entire underground ablaze. Queen had returned. Hackers everywhere were losing their minds. In their world, she was untouchable…
In her past life, she’d nearly broken under the weight of it all – the desperate need for love, the constant fear of being abandoned, the relentless nightmares. If it hadn’t been for Una, she might’ve ended her life long before the Jensons had the chance to destroy it. Everyone has a weakness. Even Tilda.…
And he wasn’t the only one who’d thought that. Afraid she’d threaten Kyla’s place, none of them had been kind. But this Tilda – confident, glowing, and completely transformed – was almost unrecognizable. She moved like she owned the place, every step steady and sure. It was like the spotlight followed her. “Holy hell,” Clive…
“This isn’t good,” Clive muttered. “Preston’s got his sights on Tilda. If she doesn’t lose him fast, things could get messy.” He glanced at Wade. “Are you stepping in or what? If you do, I’ve got your back.” Clive wasn’t exactly the kind of guy who’d risk making enemies with the Bells for a stranger.…