Blurb：
Hollywood’s golden star **Ayla Sheridan** awakens from a brutal death to find herself reliving the night of her greatest triumph—and the start of her orchestrated downfall. **Caden Wright**, her seemingly devoted boyfriend, **Mandy**, her cutthroat agent, and **Becca**, her loyal assistant, have woven a flawless trap: the infamous **Seraphim Tapes**, a fabricated sex tape designed to destroy her career. But this time, **Ayla** notices a critical flaw—the absence of her secret scoliosis scar, **“angel’s wing”**—and uncovers **Project Nightingale**, a conspiracy that reaches her inner circle.
As **Ayla** races to expose **Caden**’s manipulation of hotel security at **The Mariner’s Rest Inn**, she unravels ties to **Krystal Kay**, her eerily perfect lookalike. With her law professor father’s strategic guidance, **Ayla** turns a catastrophic press conference into a battlefield, revealing **Caden**’s encrypted messages and **Becca**’s hidden allegiance. The world watches as **Ayla Sheridan** transforms from Hollywood’s fallen angel to vengeance incarnate.
Will her second chance end in redemption or a darker reckoning?
Content：
§PROLOGUEThe last thing she remembered was the cold.
Not the sting of winter, but the dead, metallic cold of the chains biting into her wrists as they were pulled taut.
He was smiling down at her, his face a grotesque mask in the dim, flickering light of the cellar.
A monster’s smile, full of triumphant cruelty.
Then the world went black, swallowed by a suffocating wave of pain and the chilling, absolute certainty of her own end.
§01
A blinding flash.
Then another, and another. A rapid-fire volley of light that pierced through the darkness in her mind.
A cacophony of shouts crashed over her, sharp and predatory like the calls of hyenas circling their prey.
“Ayla, over here!”
“Ayla, the smile! Give us the million-dollar smile!”
“Ayla, look at the camera!”
The sensations were all wrong, a violent assault on her memory.
The oppressive heat of the camera lights, the humid, salty air of Key West sticking to her skin, the feel of a custom Dior silk gown against her legs instead of cold, hard chains.
Ayla Sheridan blinked, her pupils contracting against the glare. Her mind was a maelstrom of fractured realities.
One moment, she was dying on a damp concrete floor.
The next, she was here.
On the red carpet of the Lumina Key Film Festival, at the absolute zenith of her career.
Alive.
A violent shudder racked her body, a phantom echo of her final agony. She stumbled, her hand flying to her throat, half-expecting to feel the crushing pressure that had stolen her last breath.
Her fingers met only the delicate chill of her diamond necklace.
This had all happened before.
This was the night it all began.
The night her life was systematically, publicly, and irreversibly destroyed.
She forced a smile, a brittle thing that felt like it might shatter on her face. She had won Best Actress tonight. She was supposed to be radiant.
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