Reborn As A Billionaire Heir
The blare of Mumbai traffic, a constant, dull roar even from the hospital's fifth floor, was Aria's last earthly sound. Her hand, pale and thin, clutched a pen, having just finished a letter she knew would never be truly understood. Poverty, pain, and a crushing sense of worthlessness had driven her to this final, desperate act.
"I hate my life," she whispered, her voice a fragile thing against the city's din. "Why was I given such a life where no one loves or respects me? I hope after I die, everyone will be happy."
A smile, devoid of joy but full of a strange relief, touched her lips. Her heart pounded a frantic rhythm against her ribs. She stepped onto the window ledge, closed her eyes, and jumped.
Blackness. Then, a wet, curious nudge. A whine. Confused, Aria slowly opened her eyes. A white Labrador, its nose wiggling, sniffed at her face. Not the cold, hard ground she expected. She was on a soft, plush bed, surrounded by fairy lights and delicate floral wallpaper. A pretty room, impossibly cozy.
"Tommy...?" she murmured, as the dog, whose collar bore the name, barked and wagged its tail, a beacon of unexpected affection. Then, the door opened, revealing an elegant lady in a wheelchair, followed by a small, excited girl. The girl, Ovi, hugged her tightly, crying with happiness. Aria was utterly bewildered. She knew none of them. Who was she, and where in the world was she now?
