The Brewery Heiress's Reckoning

The first thing I remembered from my last life was the smell.

Stale beer, blood, and the cheap, cloying perfume Jenna always wore.

I was on the cold concrete floor of my brewery, my head bleeding, watching my fiancé, Liam, kiss my best friend, Jenna.

They had just pushed me.

'Is she dead?' Jenna asked, pulling away.

'Doesn' t matter,' Liam said, his voice cold.

'With her gone, the brewery is ours.

Her parents will be lost.'

They left me there to die.

In that life, their betrayal led to my family' s ruin and my own demise, bled dry by their endless demands for 'business expenses' that…