Reborn to Forget You, Mr. Billionaire

I used to be Silverwood’s most coveted ITgirl, the dazzling heiress to the multimillion dollar Vance empire.

But a single DNA test stripped it all away, and I was thrown out to a rundown house in a dusty country town. Out there, my only companion was my frail, sick Grandma Hazel.

We had only each other to lean on. Yet, the boy I had chased for a decade—my childhood sweetheart—refused to let me go.

He humiliated me again and again, all to please the real heiress. They stood by and watched as my heart failed, leaving me to gasp for air and die in the cold.

When I opened my eyes again, I was back.

It was three years later, the exact day I was destined to cross paths with Ethan Sterling again. "Who are you trying to fool with that pathetic look?

You only spent three years in that trashy town." "You stole eighteen years of Olivia’s life.

This is just the price you have to pay." If this were my past life, I would have spun on my heel and walked away, giving the man in front of me zero chance to insult me.

But in this life, I didn't care anymore. Because all I wanted was to save up enough money to pay for Grandma Hazel’s medical bills. The guy standing in front of me was Julian Vance.

He used to be my brother, but now, he was Olivia’s brother. Julian was your typical trustfund brat—drinking, gambling, and sleeping around. He checked every single box.

Back when I was still the Vance heiress, I tried so hard to fix him. I constantly stopped him from ruining his life at casinos and shady clubs.

I used to think he’d appreciate my care. Instead, he had secretly hated me for over a decade.

And now, just to humiliate me, the moment he found out I was working as a waitress at The Onyx, he dragged me straight into their private VIP room. "Look who I ran into, guys!" Julian threw the door open and shouted, instantly drawing everyone's eyes to me.

Including Ethan Sterling’s. The crowd in the room looked at me with mocking amusement. "Well, well, isn't this our former Princess Sera?

How did you end up working as a cheap waitress?

Or did you finally realize you’re not good enough for Ethan anymore, so you snuck into his club to get his attention?" Laughter erupted across the room. "Shut up, guys.

Ethan is already married to my sister Olivia now," Julian sneered, looking at me like I was the most disgusting thing on earth. "Sera is nothing compared to Olivia." Everyone in the room waited to watch me break.

Three years ago, I was so bright and proud. Now, I was covered in dirt. In my past life, my pride couldn't take this. I had spun around and walked out.

But that single move had enraged Ethan. With one word from him, I was blacklisted from every decent job in Silverwood.

Even Grandma Hazel was kicked out of the hospital, leaving her to die in agony back in that small town.

In this life, my pride meant absolutely nothing to me. "I was young and stupid back then, Mr. Sterling. I’m sorry I offended you.

Please, just let me earn a living." Ethan raised an eyebrow, looking slightly surprised. He probably thought I was here to stalk him, since The Onyx was one of his properties.

But the truth was, in my past life, I had no idea he owned this place. I only came here because the tips were good.

As I bowed my head and apologized to Ethan in front of everyone, he suddenly grabbed my wrist and dragged me out of the room. Ethan was the man I loved most in the world.

I had been crazily obsessed with him for ten years. Back then, all of Silverwood knew I was trailing behind him like a lost puppy, completely unable to live without him.

But Ethan despised me. Yet, I was too blind to see it, clinging to him even when his eyes held nothing but disgust. "What the hell are you doing here?" Ethan’s voice was icecold.

I looked up at him, my voice steady and serious. "I need money. My grandma is extremely sick, and I need to pay for her surgery. Please, Mr.

Sterling, just let me work here." "I promise I will never bother you again. I won't interfere with your life with Olivia.

I just want a chance to keep my grandma alive." I practically begged him. With Grandma's condition, this highend club was my only shot at making enough cash fast.

Ethan seemed thrown off by my answer. But in the end, he didn't kick me out. Before he left, he threw a cold warning over his shoulder. "You better behave yourself.

If you try to hurt Olivia again, no one will save you."

Three years ago, when I first found out Ethan had fallen for Olivia, I drove down to that small town just to see what kind of girl she was.

But right after I left, news broke that Olivia had been pushed from a secondstory balcony.

Ethan came out with a DNA test, exposing me to the world as a fraud who had stolen Olivia’s life. The Vance family kicked me out immediately.

I was sent back to the countryside to live with Grandma Hazel, my only real family. To escape the gossip, I took Grandma and left Silverwood entirely.

But because I hadn't even finished high school, I had to work multiple grueling, lowpaying jobs just to buy groceries.

Two years later, Grandma was diagnosed with a massive, lifethreatening tumor.

In my last life, to get her treated, I brought her back to Silverwood because it had the best oncology hospital.

But because I offended Ethan at The Onyx, I couldn't find a single job. Grandma was thrown out of her hospital bed.

When I wanted to go beg Ethan on my knees, Grandma held my hand tight, crying, telling me she wanted to go home and skip the treatment.

She didn't want me to lose my dignity for her. But a few days later, she collapsed at home. I rushed her to every clinic, but not a single hospital would admit her.

Desperate, I went to Ethan’s estate. I knelt on the cold gravel outside his mansion, begging for mercy. But Ethan ignored me completely.

I had to watch Grandma draw her very last breath right in my arms. As I sobbed over her cold body, Ethan finally walked out. It turned out that day was Olivia’s birthday.

Ethan was throwing her a massive, lavish party inside. Only after Grandma died did the maids tell Ethan, fearing the "dead body" would bring bad luck to the party.

The guests crowded at the gates, whispering and laughing at my misery. Ethan looked at the crowd, annoyed, and tossed a credit card at my face, telling me to get lost.

But Grandma was dead. Money meant nothing to me anymore. I threw the card back at his face.

I tried to lift Grandma’s body onto my back, but a sharp, stabbing pain shot through my chest. I collapsed onto the freezing asphalt.

The party guests kept throwing insults at me. "To get Ethan's attention, Sera is really going all out.

She's even using a dead old woman now." "I'm staying right here to see what kind of drama she's going to pull next." Just then, Olivia walked out.

She rushed over, pretending she wanted to help me up. But she didn't actually touch me.

She just leaned down and whispered in my ear: "I was the one who blocked every hospital from taking that old hag. And as for you?

You should go to hell with her." Before I could even process her words, Olivia threw herself backward onto the ground.

Ethan rushed over, scooped Olivia into his arms, and carried her inside without a single backward glance. The crowd kept shouting curses at me.

As their voices faded, my consciousness slipped away, and I died on that icy road. In this life, I was going to make my money, save Grandma, and leave Silverwood forever.

Once the highsociety crowd realized I was working as a waitress at The Onyx, they started coming in groups, specifically demanding my service.

As long as they paid, I’d do whatever they wanted. Even if they asked me to chug shots of the strongest grain alcohol, I did it without blinking. I worked myself to the bone.

Soon, rumors spread that the onceproud Sera Vance was now a shameless sellout who would do anything for a buck.

But because of that, more people came just to see the fallen princess make a fool of herself. They saw me as a joke. I saw them as dollar signs.

In less than a month, I made three hundred thousand dollars—enough to cover Grandma’s first major surgery. After I paid the bill, she was taken straight into the operating room.

I stayed right outside the ICU, watching over her. But when my shift approached, I had to leave because I had taken on another parttime job.

As I walked down to the lobby, I ran into Ethan, who was accompanying Olivia. Over the last three years, Olivia had built a reputation as an elegant, dignified lady.

Everyone said she and Ethan were a match made in heaven. But only I knew how cold Ethan could be, and how venomous Olivia truly was.

Because they saved all their cruelty just for me. Olivia looked at me, her voice dripping with fake concern. "Sera, are you feeling okay?

Why are you at the hospital?" How hilarious. As if we were actually sisters. But Ethan’s cold gaze swept over me. He was my boss, so I had to play nice. "I'm sorry.

I didn't know you two were here. I'll make sure to stay out of your way from now on." With that, I hurried past them.

But the moment I stepped outside, Ethan’s luxury sedan pulled up right in front of me. "Get in." To avoid annoying him, I squeezed myself as close to the door as possible, leaving a massive gap between us.

Ethan frowned at me. "Why are you shrinking away like that? Am I going to eat you?" He reached out and yanked my arm.

The movement tore the sleeve of my cheap puffer jacket, and the synthetic feathers started spilling out. I stared at the tear, thinking about how I could patch it up.

After paying for Grandma’s surgery, I was completely broke. This jacket was the only warm thing I owned.

Before I could say anything, Ethan grabbed the jacket, pulled it off me, and threw it straight into a nearby trash can. "It’s already ripped. Why are you still holding onto it?

I can buy—" I didn't care that the car was moving. I scrambled for the door handle, desperate to get my jacket back. But the child lock was on. I couldn't open it.

Ethan slammed on the brakes, pulling the car over. "It’s just a piece of trash! You can buy another one! Are you crazy?

You almost jumped out of a moving car!" I looked at Ethan, and the rage from two lifetimes finally boiled over. "To you, it’s just trash!

But to me, that was the only thing keeping me warm this winter! Jumping out might kill me, but without that jacket, I’ll freeze to death anyway!" Ethan froze, completely stunned.

He had probably never realized that a cheap, torn jacket could mean survival to someone. I had saved up for months doing manual labor just to buy that jacket.

On the day I bought it, I was so happy I couldn't sleep. And now, Ethan had ruined it. "Mr. Sterling, boss, I know I messed up in the past. I’ve changed.

Please, just leave me alone." Furious, Ethan unlocked the door and kicked me out.

I ran to the trash can, fished my jacket out, stuffed the feathers back in, and hurried to my second job.

"Carter, do you love me?" When Ethan walked into the VIP room, I was busy pouring drinks for Carter Brooks. Carter was a notorious playboy. He was also Julian’s best friend.

Usually, he came to the club just to make my life difficult. But I didn't care—as long as he paid, he could mock me all he wanted.

Today, though, he had paid me to play a part in a little drama. He was trying to make a rising actress jealous because she was playing hard to get.

But instead of the actress, Ethan walked through the door. Ethan’s face was incredibly dark.

I figured he was here to settle the score from the other day, and my heart raced in panic.

Before I could even stand up, Ethan marched over, grabbed my arm, and dragged me out of the room. "Are you that desperate for cash? Doing something so cheap and degrading?" "Mr.

Sterling, if you're still mad about the car, I apologize. But what you call 'cheap' is my rent. If I don't do this, how am I supposed to survive?" Ethan’s face twisted in rage.

He looked ready to snap. He dragged me into his private suite and threw me onto the leather couch. "Sera Vance, you chased me for ten whole years.

How can you throw yourself into another man's arms so quickly? Did you ever actually care about me?" "Mr. Sterling, please control yourself. I am just your employee.

My personal life is none of your business." Ethan stared at me, then threw a brandnew luxury winter coat onto my lap before storming out.

This was the second gift Ethan had ever given me. The first was a simple woven dandelion ring he had made for me when we were kids.

I used to treat that cheap ring like it was the most precious thing in the world, keeping it hidden in a velvet box. But eventually, the grass dried up and snapped.

I had tried so hard to glue it back together, but the dead grass just crumbled into dust in my hands. My chest had ached so badly that day.

It felt like the universe was laughing at me, reminding me that what isn't yours will never be yours. I had treasured that silly grass ring year after year.

In the end, it was the thing that finally woke me up. Ethan was never meant to be mine.

I whispered to myself, "It's time to let go." At that moment, I realized that forgetting a love that was etched into your bones was the hardest thing in the world.

But I had to do it.

A few days later, Carter called me again. He sounded frantic, offering me twenty thousand dollars upfront if I showed up immediately. For that kind of money, I didn't hesitate.

I ran straight to the address he sent. When I arrived, I realized Carter needed a favor for his new girlfriend.

It seemed he had finally won over his actress, Chloe Bennett. "Sera, thank God you're here. Quick, put on Chloe's costume.

You need to do the water stunt for her." It was freezing outside. The river was practically frozen over, and none of the professional stunt doubles wanted to jump in.

To please Chloe, Carter had called me. Since Olivia had Ethan’s backing, she was now the Alist lead actress of this drama, and Chloe was the supporting actress.

Olivia had pointed out to Carter that my body shape was similar to Chloe’s, making me the perfect double. To show off for his new girl, Carter paid me a fortune to jump in.

When I was changing, Olivia walked into the dressing room. "Look at you, Sera," she sneered, looking down her nose at me. "The great Vance heiress, selling her body in the freezing cold for a handful of cash." Olivia had always hated me, though I never understood where that deeprooted hatred came from.

But for twenty thousand dollars, I ignored her. I walked out and jumped straight into the icy river.

The freezing water hit me like a million needles, instantly numbing my limbs and seeping deep into my lungs. Within seconds, my body went completely stiff.

My vision blurred, and my chest felt like it was on fire. Just as I felt myself slipping under, Ethan dove in and pulled me out of the water.

But the pain in my chest was unbearable. I couldn't breathe.

It felt exactly like the day I died in my past life. "Ethan... if I actually die this time... will you finally be happy?" I whispered before blacking out.