Yes, I jumped from that rooftop. Wind screaming in my ears as I fell, thinking it might finally earn me one fucking tear from them. Instead, all I got was "she's so dramatic."
Now I'm staring at fifteen-year-old skin in the mirror. Downstairs, their fake voices call my name—identical to that "welcome home" afternoon three years ago.
Yvette rushes to hug me, sugar-sweet venom dripping from her lips: "Remember who the princess is." I give her the same plastic smile right back.
I hear the voice in my head crystal clear: This time, I'm not fighting for their love—I'm taking back the life that was always mine.

Reborn: My Second Shot to Burn It All

Emma's POV
Two years later, I stood in front of my company's floor-to-ceiling windows, looking out at Boston's skyline.
Last week, I'd made the cover of Forbes with the headline "20-Year-Old Silicon Valley Rising Star: From Castaway to AI Queen."
"Emma, there are three people downstairs who want ...

Chapter 10