Retrieving What’s Mine
“I woke up burning—then saw I was 17 again, back in the house that broke me.”
Framed, shamed, abandoned, she died hated and forgotten. Now she’s back.
Same house, same lies, same fake sister—Jamila—hiding knives behind a sweet smile. Fiorella’s ready.
She tears up the script, rocks her wrinkled uniform, and steals the spotlight.
Jamila tries her tricks: ruined dresses, fake hugs, spiked drinks. Fiorella’s wiser now.
Then Cameron Finley arrives—soldier, tycoon, a man who’ll ruin them all. Last time, they barely spoke. Now he’s watching. Fiorella smiles, plays nice, stays sharp.
She’s not just surviving-she’s rewriting the ending. When the drugged drink nears her lips, she’s three steps ahead.
Chapter 1 Fate’s Reset
Fiorella Huerta jolted awake with a scream, the sensation of fire licking at her skin still vivid.
The room was unsettlingly familiar—the hockey jersey on the wall and the framed photo from her 16U championship win.
As her gaze fell on the date on the calendar, she widened her eyes in disbelief.
She was 17 again!
“Fiorella, your outfit is ready. Want my makeup artist to come in and help?”
The door swung open, and her younger sister walked in with a sweet smile, holding a gown.
“Jamila, what are you doing here?”
Fiorella blinked away tears, her gaze shifting from Jamila Huerta to the gown. Her expression hardened.
Jamila set the dress down and stepped closer, like she didn’t sense the tension in the room.
“I’ve been hogging your place all these years. Now that you’re finally home, I want to make it up to you… I really hope we can get along.”
Jamila feigned concern, thinking to herself with a smirk, “Poor thing. You have no idea what’s coming.”
“Just leave the dress. I want to sit here for a bit. Honestly, I’m nervous about meeting so many people,” Fiorella said, avoiding Jamila’s eyes.
Jamila’s smile widened. “Of course you are. You’ve been gone a long time. Call me when you’re ready, but don’t take too long. Everyone’s waiting.”
“I know.”
Jamila walked out, still smiling.
Fiorella sat there, lost in thought.
That year, Fiorella had just started at her dream high school.
She had always loved sports, so she joined the hockey team right away.
Before long, she led the team to victory in the Under-16 Hockey National Championships.
College scouts and pro teams started reaching out. Major media covered her victory—she was everywhere, hailed as the next big star.
She was so full of hope for the future.
Her performance also caught the attention of the Huerta family, the richest in Iriebury.
A DNA test revealed: Fiorella was their long-lost daughter, switched at birth due to a nurse’s mistake. The Huertas had spent years searching for her.
And they weren’t just loaded—they were a powerful dynasty, with titles granted by Kesweiria’s monarchy.
Knowing she was from such an influential family made Fiorella’s jaw drop. After many discussions, they decided she would return to them.
Today was the welcome party they held for her.
Her foster parents, birth parents, and high society’s biggest names were all there to celebrate her return.
The grandeur made it clear how much the Huerta family acknowledged her.
But unfortunately, this day would soon become the worst of her life.
