Blurb：
In this thrilling rebirth finance drama, Lydia Sterling and Vicky—former top aces from Princesston University’s Finance Department—are transported back to the fateful day that changed their lives. When Nicholas, the powerful president of Wells Group, is injured in a car crash, both women see a chance to alter their destinies. But this time, Lydia is determined to outsmart her rival.
Vicky rushes to save Nicholas, believing she can secure his favor and the coveted Wells Group offer. Yet Lydia walks away, heading straight for the interview with the Iron-Faced Director, Peter White. Armed with knowledge from her past life, Lydia impresses Peter with her strategic insights on equity partnerships and declining manufacturing firms, landing a role as a strategic analyst.
As Lydia climbs the corporate ladder, Vicky maneuvers to win Nicholas’s gratitude. But in the world of high-stakes finance, only one can emerge victorious. Will Lydia’s calm precision triumph over Vicky’s desperate schemes? Dive into a tale of corporate intrigue, revenge, and second chances where every decision counts.
Perfect for fans of strong female leads, office politics, and rebirth stories set in elite financial environments.
Content：
On my way to the interview, my best friendwho had always warned me not to meddle in other peoples businesssuddenly rushed toward the crashed luxury car without hesitation.
That was when I knew she had been reborn too.
In our previous life, she and I were known as the two top aces of the Finance Department. After graduation, we both made it to the final interview at one of the worlds top five hundred companies.
On the day of that interview, we encountered a terrible car accident. The companys president was inside the wreck.
I gave up the interview to save him, while my friend ran straight to the interview without looking back.
In the end, she got the offer, and I lost my chance at the prestigious firm.
Everyone pitied me.
However, the president held a grand wedding to repay me.
I became the wife of my friends boss. I was admired and envied by all.
She, on the other hand, struggled under endless performance targets. She got buried by work.
At the companys annual gala, I stood beside the president, dazzling under the lights, while she faded into the crowdexhausted and invisible.
Jealousy drove her mad. She grabbed a knife and stabbed me right there at the gala.
When I opened my eyes again, she and I had both returned to the day of the presidents car accident.
Chapter 1
A sharp crash rang in my ears, and I opened my eyes wide.
A runaway truck had slammed into a luxury car.
The car door burst open, and Nicholas stumbled out. His face was pale, and blood seeped from his forehead.
Before I could move, Vicky shot forward like an arrow and shoved me aside. She even threw me a wary glance over her shoulder.
She knelt beside Nicholas. Her voice trembled with concern. Sir, are you alright? Does anything hurt?
Then she turned and shouted at me, Lydia, go to your interview, or youll be late! Ill handle things here! Its a matter of life and death!
Her face was full of urgency and worry, but I could clearly see the suppressed delight and smugness hiding in her eyes.
I knew then that she had been reborn too.
I gave her a faint smile. Fine. Ill leave it to you.
Vicky froze and glanced back at me. Why arent you helping him? In the last life, you
Realizing what she had said, she fell silent. I already knew what she meant to say.
I stopped paying attention to her. I turned and walked into the Wells Group building.
As I entered the interview room, I felt an unprecedented calm.
The chief interviewer was Peter White, the firms investment director. He was also known as the Iron-Faced Director.
He adjusted his glasses, and his gaze was sharp. Lydia Sterling, right? One of the two top aces of Princesston Universitys Finance Department. Ive heard a lot about you.
Theres a case I would like you to analyze.
He slid a file toward me.
A traditional manufacturing company is being overtaken by rising internet enterprises. Its market share has dropped by seventy percent in three years, and it is on the verge of bankruptcy. If you were part of our strategic investment department, how would you handle this?
I thought for a moment, then spoke with confidence. I suggest abandoning acquisition plans and opting for equity partnership instead.
Peter stayed silent for a long time, then suddenly smiled.
Lydia, report to my office tomorrow. Youll be a strategic analyst directly under my supervision.
We exchanged a knowing smile.
In my previous life, I missed this interview because I stopped to save someone. I lost my chance at Wells Group and at the finance career I loved.
However, in this life, I would not miss out on any opportunities.
When I walked out of the Wells Group building, a black luxury car slowly passed in front of me.
The window was lowered. Vicky sat in the back seat, while Nicholas assistant was attending to her every need respectfully.
She noticed me, and her gaze was filled with contempt and pride. It was as if she was trying to say that I still lost after all.
I met her gaze calmly, then looked away as if she were invisible.
Even after being reborn, Vicky still did not understand.
One mans treasure was another mans trash.
Nothing ever came without a cost.
Chapter 2
On my first day at Wells Group, I was assigned to the same project Peter had mentioned during the interview.
Peter gave me tremendous authority, almost handing over the core decision-making power to me entirely.
Relying on my solid expertise, I moved swiftly and steadily from selecting partners to negotiating terms, then setting the market position for the new brand.
Within a month, the project was already showing results.
Peter praised me by name three times during the weekly meeting.
He said, Lydia, you were born for this job.
I smiled but said nothing.
Yes, I was born for this.
In my past life, if not for Nicholas, I would have been standing here instead of being trapped in that gilded cage.
While my career soared, Vickys social media updates became constant.
One day, she was fretting over which shade of platinum handbag to buy at the luxury stores.
Then, she showed off the limited-edition sports car Nicholas had gifted her.
A day later, she posted an aerial shot from a private jet heading to Maldivea.
Most of the likes and comments came from our old classmates.
[Wow, Vicky, you really married into wealth! Wells Group is one of the worlds top five hundred companies, right? They must be worth hundreds of billions!]
[Vicky is so lucky. This is what it means to be a winner in life!]
Someone even tagged me.
[Lydia, where are you working now? Werent you and Vicky best friends back in college?]
Vicky quickly typed a reply.
[Lydia works at my boyfriends company, Wells Group. Shes more ambitious than I am and not as useless as I am. Hehe.]
Her words were laced with sugary malice.
I stared at the phone screen, unfazed, and swiped past.
A week later, when I arrived at our class reunion, the private room was already full.
Everyone was buzzing about Vicky and Nicholas.
Vickys so lucky. Its like she jumped straight to the top.
Yeah, I was jealous when Lydia got into Wells Group, but whod have thought that Vicky would become the presidents fiancee? No matter how capable Lydia is, shes still working for Vicky.
Lydias here! someone called out.
All eyes turned to me at oncesome with sympathy, some with regret, and some with barely concealed glee.
Back then, Vicky and I had been the two top aces of the Finance Department.
But she was about to become the presidents wife, and I was just an entry-level employee.
Lydia, come sit over here, a classmate said, waving me over.
Just as I sat down, the door swung open.
Vicky entered. She was holding Nicholass arm and smiling radiantly.
The room went silent, then burst into applause and teasing cheers.
Wow! Thats the great president, right? Hes so handsome!
Vicky, youre terrible for hiding something this big from us!
Vicky wore a polished smile and basked in their admiration.
She walked straight to me, pulled out the chair beside mine, and sat down as if nothing had ever happened between us.
Lydia, work must be tiring lately. Youve lost weight, she said with mock concern.
She sighed lightly. Look at me. Nicholas wont even let me work. Ive been home so long I feel like Im turning into mold.
Then she patted his arm playfully. You shouldnt push her so hard, Nicholas. Lydias my classmate, and youre still giving her so much work. Even capitalists shouldnt exploit their employees like that.
Her tone sounded warm, yet every word flaunted her status as the presidents fiancee while reminding everyone that I was nothing more than an employee.
I looked at her. She brushed her hair aside and revealed a massive diamond ring that gleamed in the light.
Women shouldnt work themselves so hard. Marrying a good man is better than anything else.
Her remark drew nods and murmurs of agreement from around the room.
I ignored her and turned my gaze toward Nicholas.
He played along and smiled faintly, yet the smile never reached his eyes.
His gaze was hollow and lifeless, as if he were an empty shell.
A faint chill lingered around himsomething cold and tainted by death.
In my past life, I had only started to sense that eerie presence after I married him.
But this time, I could see it clearly.
Chapter 3
Oh, right. Vicky suddenly took an elegant invitation from her bag and handed it to me.
Were getting married next month. You have to come. I want you to be my bridesmaid.
She smiled stiffly. You were my best friend in college. You should come and share my happiness.
I took the crimson invitation and opened it.
The wedding was to be held at midnight at the Wells familys old estate.
My fingertips traced those few words.
It was such a strange hour. Vicky must have been blinded by her dream of becoming the CEOs wife, since she thought nothing of it.
Midnight was the darkest hour of the night.
In my previous life, my wedding had been held at this exact place and this exact time.
Back then, I only thought the Wells family had peculiar traditions.
It was not until much later that I understood the true meaning of that ceremony.
Did she really think what she was holding was an invitation to live happily ever after?
I raised my head and met her hopeful gaze. I smiled and agreed.
Sure. Its such a big occasion. I will definitely be there.
On the day of the wedding, I arrived early at the Wells familys old estate.
The car drove down a long, shaded lane and stopped before a massive traditional courtyard house.
When I opened the door and stepped out, a gust of cold wind rushed toward me, carrying the faint scent of decay.
There were several bridesmaids. They were Vickys college friends.
They all looked uneasy as they took in the eerie surroundings.
Vicky, this place feels kind of creepy.
Yeah. Why would anyone hold a wedding here? This doesn’t look like a wedding venue at all.
Inside the dressing room, Vicky sat before the mirror in a pure white wedding gown.
Her face was glowing with barely contained excitement and joy.
When she heard the questions, she waved them off.
You dont understand. This is called style.
The Wells family is a century-old family. They have traditions. Nicholas said this is the familys most important ceremony, and it has to be held in the old estate to receive the ancestors blessing.
Her words convinced the girls who had never seen much of the world.
They immediately started gushing with admiration.
So thats why. The rich really are different.
Vicky, youre so lucky. Nicholas treats you so well.
I sat quietly in the corner, watching them praise Vicky. Her face was full of hope for the future.
She was probably imagining that after tonight, she would officially become a part of the Wells family. She thought she would transform from an ordinary girl into someone untouchable.
However, she had no idea what awaited her.
The night wore on.
The entire estate was deathly silent. Only the sound of the wind rustling through the trees broke the stillness.
The banquet lacked the lively atmosphere it should have had. The courtyard was filled with white candles.
The bridesmaids were no longer smiling. Their faces had gone pale as they huddled together.
Only Vicky remained lost in the dream she had woven for herself.
Finally, the antique clock on the wall struck twelve times.
The ringing echoed through the air, as though coming from another world.
A man in a black robe stepped onto the stage. His face was expressionless as he announced in a flat tone, It is time. Please welcome the groom.
Everyone turned toward the corridor leading to the back hall.
Vickys eyes were bright with anticipation as she lifted her gown. She was ready to greet her groom.
Nicholas appeared in a black suit, and his face was colder than ever.
He was not holding flowers.
In his hands rested a black wooden memorial tablet.
On it was a nameJoseph Wells.
Beside it, there was an enlarged photo of a young man who looked exactly like Nicholas.
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