Against fate : rebirth of the stubborn heiress

Chapter 6: chapter 6



The next morning, sunlight poured through the velvet curtains of Summer's room, casting a golden hue over her bed. She stirred slowly, eyes opening to the crisp clarity of a woman with purpose. No more confusion. No more tears. This time, she would set the board—and everyone else would play by her rules.

She sat up and summoned her interface. With only a thought, the transparent blue panel flickered to life in front of her, glowing faintly with ornate markings.

[Task 001 – Progress: 0%]

Objective: Ruin Ciara's reputation publicly within 10 days

Remaining Time: 9 Days, 14 Hours

Sham Sham's digital voice chirped cheerfully. > Good morning, Host! You look 4% more stunning than yesterday. Strong start!

Summer smirked. "Thanks, Sham Sham. Let's raise that percentage."

Affirmative. Current recommendation: leverage the Bellani name to gain media access. Stage One: force Ciara into a controlled scandal. Would you like suggestions?

"Later," she said, climbing out of bed and wrapping herself in a silk robe. Her mind was already racing.

In her past life, she'd been too passive. Ciara had won over the public by playing the perfect victim—demure, sweet, and tragically misunderstood. Summer knew better now. All she had to do was peel back the mask.

Downstairs, Davis was leaning casually against the breakfast counter, biting into a croissant while scrolling through his phone. He looked up as Summer appeared.

"Wow," he said. "Back from the dead and already glowing. Should I be concerned?"

Summer poured herself tea, arching a brow. "You should be terrified."

He laughed but studied her closely. "You're different. Did something happen?"

"A lot happened, but don't worry," she said lightly. "I'm not planning world domination. Yet."

Davis narrowed his eyes, but before he could probe further, Rosa entered with a tray. "Young miss, Master Travis just arrived. He's in the conservatory."

The room chilled.

Summer's expression shifted slightly. She hadn't seen her second brother since her rebirth. Travis Bellani—the coldest of them all. She remembered him being distant, aloof... dangerous when provoked. But despite his emotionless mask, she had always sensed the protective core that only she could reach.

although this brother of hers is a doctor she always felt he might not be suitable for what he does because he lacks empathy but still the world of geniuses cant be comprehended by mere mortals like us .

She rose calmly. "Tell him I'll be there in five minutes."

The conservatory was bathed in soft natural light, the scent of orchids mingling with morning dew. Travis stood near the glass wall, hands in his pockets, his profile sharp as a blade. He was dressed in a fitted black turtleneck and slacks, exuding silent authority.

He turned as Summer entered, and for a brief second, something flickered in his cold grey eyes.

"You're late," he said.

"I needed to look decent," she replied, walking closer. "Didn't want to traumatize my favorite sociopath."

His lips twitched. Not quite a smile, but close.

"You look alive," he said, eyes scanning her face. "More than usual."

"I had a nightmare," she said. "Or maybe it was a vision. Either way, it changed me."

Travis tilted his head. "You sound lucid. And dangerous. I approve."

She paused. "Travis... thank you. For the flowers you left on Mom's anniversary. I know it was you."

He didn't respond, only looked away briefly. That was his version of emotion.

"I need your help," she added, her tone dropping. "I want to investigate someone. Privately."

He raised a brow. "Who?"

"Ciara."

His jaw tightened almost imperceptibly. "I figured."

"You already suspected her, didn't you?"

"I always knew something was off. But Father was too blinded by guilt and illusion. So I watched. Quietly. She's... too controlled. Too rehearsed."

"Can you pull her academic, phone, and online history? Anything that can be used?"

He nodded. "I'll start today. But if you're going to war, Summer, you need to be willing to get your hands dirty."

Summer's smile turned feral. "Darling, I already dug the grave. I'm just waiting for her to fall in."

Later that afternoon, Summer stood in front of her vanity, scrolling through her contacts. She needed media attention—subtle, but effective. And she knew just the person.

Selena Cruz. Former high school classmate. Now a gossip blogger with a rapidly growing YouTube and TikTok audience.

Summer dialed.

"Summer Bellani?" Selena's voice rang with disbelief. "You remember I exist?"

"Of course. How could I forget the girl who recorded our physics teacher picking his nose and went viral?"

Selena snorted. "What do you want, heiress?"

"I want to leak a little something. Ever heard of the phrase 'soft smear'?"

"I'm listening..."

That evening, social media buzzed with a subtle but biting headline:

Who Is the Mystery Girl Living with the Bellani Family?

Sources suggest she's not as innocent as she seems...

A blurry but unmistakable photo of Ciara entering a luxury boutique using Summer's platinum card—without permission—was attached. Summer smirked as she watched the post spread like wildfire.

[Task 001 – Progress: 15%]

Sham Sham: Congratulations, Host. That post hit 200K views in two hours. Emotional Disruption Level: Moderate.

"Good," Summer whispered, watching the screen. "Let's turn her world upside down, piece by piece."

She stood, eyes glinting with purpose.

The reborn Summer Bellani had just begun her hunt.


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