Amelia had imagined a thousand ways her fiancé might surprise her.

Finding him naked in bed with her younger sister wasn't one of them.

"Ethan, stop. Amelia could come back any minute."

Amelia Johnson froze outside the half-open bedroom door, a gift bag hanging from her fingers.

"Let her come," Ethan Collins replied. "I'm tired of pretending I want that boring little farm girl. Being engaged to her is a damn chore. You're the one I actually want, babe."

The gift bag slipped from Amelia's hand. Inside was a watch she'd spent months saving up to buy him.

Twenty minutes earlier, Sabrina Johnson, her younger half-sister, had sent her a message.

[Ethan has a surprise waiting for you at his apartment. Hurry!]

Amelia had rushed over, thrilled at the thought of what Ethan might have planned. Now she understood exactly what kind of surprise he'd prepared.

She pushed the bedroom door open. Ethan and Sabrina were tangled together on the bed, and neither looked sorry. Ethan merely frowned at the interruption.

"Ethan!" Amelia stared at him. "What the hell is this?"

"What does it look like?" He sat up. "God, look at you. Crying in those cheap clothes like some pathetic victim. Do you know how embarrassing it is to be seen with you? Don't make a scene."

Amelia wiped her tears and backed toward the door. "Fine. Then I'll tell both our families what you've done. Let's see how you explain this."

Ethan jumped off the bed and raised his hand. "Watch your mouth, Amelia. You have no idea who you're threatening."

Sabrina caught his arm. "Ethan, don't! She's just upset. Please, let me talk to her."

Ethan glared at Amelia. "Then you'd better fix this, Sabrina. Or I'll deal with her myself." He stormed out, slamming the door behind him.

The tears vanished from Sabrina's face. She smiled.

"Took you long enough to get here, Sis."

Amelia stared at her. "You planned this? That message was a trap?"

"Of course." Sabrina tightened her robe. "You really are as stupid as everyone says."

She pulled a syringe from her pocket.

Amelia rushed toward the door, but the handle wouldn't turn. Sabrina had locked it after Ethan left.

"What are you doing?"

"Don't worry. It'll be over quickly."

Amelia swung her gift bag at Sabrina, but Sabrina caught her wrist and plunged the needle into her neck. Amelia tried to fight back, but her legs gave out and everything went dark.

When she woke, she was tied to a chair, her mouth covered with tape.

Sabrina sat in front of her, holding a fruit knife.

"Finally awake?" She leaned closer and dragged the blade across Amelia's cheek. "That's for taking Ethan from me."

Amelia screamed behind the tape, struggling against the ropes.

"What? Something to say?" Sabrina laughed and cut her again. "Save it for the devil. He'll be the only one listening."

Another cut followed. Blood ran down Amelia's chin.

"Ethan was mine before you showed up," Sabrina spat. "You should've stayed wherever my mom dumped you. You're nothing but a country bumpkin, and you'll never be a Johnson. Not while I'm alive."

Then Sabrina dragged Amelia onto the balcony and shoved her over the railing.

Amelia plunged from the twenty-seventh floor. Her bones shattered on impact, but her eyes remained open, filled with hatred.

As darkness closed in, one thought burned through her mind: If she ever got another chance, they would pay.

...

"Damn, look at this one." A rough voice laughed, somewhere close. "Skin like that? Sabrina's paying us to have fun with this chick? Best job ever."

"Yeah, I can't wait," a second man said. "Where's the camera? I want some good shots of her first, the kind that sell."

Amelia gasped and her eyes flew open.

White ceiling. No wind, no blood, no pain.

Was she still alive?

Two men stood beside the bed, laughing. Amelia touched her cheek beneath the blanket. Smooth skin. No cuts. No scars.

Then she saw the date on the TV.

Her birthday. Three months before her death.

She'd gone back in time!

Tears filled Amelia's eyes. She was alive. She had another chance to make Sabrina and Ethan pay for everything they'd done.

But her relief vanished as she recognized the two men.

Sabrina had drugged her on her birthday and sent them to assault her. In her previous life, they'd taken compromising photos that later destroyed her reputation.

And now she was back in the same room, with the same men.

Amelia immediately closed her eyes and pretended to be unconscious.

"Where's your camera?" the shorter man asked.

"In the car. I'll get it." The taller man headed for the door. "Don't touch her till I'm back. I'm going first."

Amelia listened until his footsteps faded. When the shorter man went into the bathroom, she forced herself out of bed.

The drug made her dizzy, but she managed to reach the bathroom door and lock it from outside.

"Hey! What the hell?" the man shouted, pounding on the door.

Amelia grabbed the room card and stumbled into the hallway. She couldn't run far in her condition, and the other man could return at any moment.

Then she spotted a door standing slightly open.

She rushed inside and collided with a man's chest.

"Please!" Amelia grabbed his shirt. "Someone's chasing me! Help me!"

Damien Taylor frowned, but the fear in her eyes made him hesitate. He closed the door behind her.

"You're safe now."

"Thank you..." Amelia's knees gave out before she could finish.

Damien caught her and carried her to the bed. But when he tried to pull away, she wrapped her arms around his neck.

"I'm burning up... Please, help me."

He touched her forehead and frowned. She'd been drugged.

Damien carried her into the bathroom and turned on the cold shower. But Amelia kept clinging to him, desperate for relief.

As he leaned down to steady her, his foot slipped. He fell into the bathtub, catching himself before landing on her.

Amelia immediately wrapped her arms around him and pressed her cheek against his chest.

"This feels better..." she murmured.

Damien caught her wandering hands.

"Easy," he murmured. "I won't let anything happen to you."