The Heiress Who Came Back

"Don't you dare mess this up, Gabrielle," my mother hissed, her knuckles white on the steering wheel.

She' d arranged a "golden ticket" meeting with a wealthy heir, supposedly for my future. But a chilling warning about my best friend Molly, "Don't let Molly anywhere near this. She'll ruin it," echoed eerily.

Suddenly, a flood of memories hit me: torn clothes, fake bruises, the heavy impact, the world going dark.

I remembered my last life – my mother' s "warning" then, my loyal defense of Molly, and the brutal consequence: my own murder.