Reborn: Second Chance with the Scheming Tycoon

Amelia looked up, her expression resolute. "I have no intention of embarrassing the Johnson family again. But if you wish to call off the engagement, that's perfectly fine with me."

Ethan let out a cold, disbelieving laugh. "Don't try reverse psychology on me. Once it's called off, there's no undoing it."

She met his gaze squarely, her eyes clear and direct. "Then call it off. But why frame it as a threat? Is there something you're feeling guilty about?" The whole performance struck her as strange and unnecessary.

"I..." Ethan faltered, suddenly at a loss for words. Truthfully, he wasn't entirely sure why he had issued the ultimatum either.

In her past life, Amelia had trusted Sabrina implicitly-and had been utterly manipulated because of it. She remembered a time when Ethan had been kind to her. But through a series of orchestrated disappointments, she had pushed him away until he drifted beyond reach.

In this life, she knew she could reclaim that path. Winning Ethan back, marrying him, securing the life that would send Sabrina into a jealous frenzy-it was all within her grasp.

But she didn't want it. Not like this. The engagement felt less like a promise and more like a shackle. She was no longer the person who craved that validation.

"So... where is Sabrina?" Ethan asked abruptly, visibly uncomfortable and eager to change the subject.

Before Amelia could formulate a reply, a new voice interrupted.

"Miss Johnson! There you are! My brother's been looking for you everywhere." Liam appeared, and without waiting for a response, he gently but firmly ushered her away from Ethan.

When Amelia had researched Damien online, Liam's name consistently appeared in connection with him. Unlike his reclusive brother, Liam was a permanent fixture in the gossip columns. She hadn't gotten a good look at him in the car earlier, but seeing him now-both brothers were undeniably more striking in person.

"Mission accomplished, bro!" Liam announced cheerfully to Damien.

Amelia turned to Damien, offering a quick explanation. "My apologies for the delay, Mr. Taylor. I was... detained."

"Some guy was giving her a hard time," Liam interjected helpfully.

Damien's brow furrowed slightly. "Was someone bothering you?"

"Don't you worry, Miss Johnson," Liam added with mock seriousness. "Whatever it is, big bro here can handle it."

Amelia offered a light chuckle. "It's nothing serious. Just a... friend."

"A friend?" Liam raised a skeptical eyebrow. "Looked more like he wanted to bite your head off. I know drama when I see it."

"We are scheduled to open the dance floor shortly," Damien said to Amelia, referring to the partnership he had personally requested.

"You can't be serious! We haven't practiced at all. We'll make fools of ourselves," she blurted out, genuine nerves surfacing.

Liam grinned. "No sweat! It's not too late for a crash course. I know just the place. Follow me."

"I hope there's enough time," Amelia murmured, deeply reluctant to give Sabrina any ammunition by failing spectacularly.

"There is enough time," Damien stated calmly. In his world, time tended to accommodate his wishes.

Liam led them to a private practice room upstairs and discreetly slipped out.

Damien extended his hand. Amelia took it, and his other arm slid naturally around her waist.

It was their first time dancing together, yet they moved with an unexpected, instinctive synchrony, each step and turn landing in perfect harmony.

After running through the routine twice, they prepared to leave.

But as they turned toward the door, the lights abruptly cut out, plunging the room into total darkness.

In the sudden, heavy silence, Amelia could hear Damien's breathing, noticeably heavier than before.

A note of concern entered her voice. "Mr. Taylor... are you alright?"