Rebirth: A Second chance at life-Chapter 44: Ghost of Past??

Mayfair Garden was one of the most prestigious residential areas in Summer City, a vast estate divided into three distinct sections: the Northern District, the Western District, and Prisis Hills.

The Northern District was home to scholars, intellectuals, and self-made elites—those who had earned their place through hard work rather than inheritance. The villas here, though undeniably luxurious, were built with modesty in mind, elegant but not extravagant.

The Western District was a world apart—an enclave of old money and generational power. With only five grand villas, it was the domain of the wealthiest families, including the Smiths. Here, luxury was not just a statement but a way of life, where influence was measured not just in wealth but in legacy and connections.

But it was Prisis Hills that reigned above all.

Nestled atop the highest, most secluded part of Mayfair Garden, Prisis Hills housed only two magnificent mansions, each accompanied by an exclusive villa that dominated its section of the hill. This was sacred ground, accessible only to the most powerful, the untouchable, the ones whose very names commanded fear and reverence.

Aurora steered the car toward the secluded road leading to Prisis Hills. Towering trees lined the path, their dense canopy casting flickering shadows under the soft glow of the streetlights. The air here was different—quieter, untouched, exclusive.

Nestled in the heart of the serene forest, a villa came into view, twice the size of the Smiths’ estate, grand yet imposing. Its sleek, modern design blended seamlessly with the surrounding wilderness, exuding both power and mystery.

As she approached, the automated gates hummed to life, scanning the car’s license plate. Without hesitation, the iron barriers slid open with a soft click, allowing the vehicle to glide effortlessly into the vast courtyard.

Aurora stepped out, her gaze sweeping over the villa’s towering facade. Something flickered in her eyes—an emotion too fleeting, too guarded to decipher. A memory? A realization? No one could tell.

Without pausing, she strode toward the entrance, her fingers moving effortlessly over the security panel. The door unlocked with a quiet beep, granting her passage.

She stepped inside, the air thick with a familiar presence—one that did not belong to Aurora Smith, but to Luna.

Earlier, when she fainted, fragments of unfamiliar memories had invaded her mind—disjointed flashes that left her unsettled. She couldn’t tell if they belonged to her or to Aurora, but as more fragments surfaced, piecing themselves together like a puzzle, recognition dawned.

It was her memory from that time.

This house... it wasn’t just any house.

It was one of her hidden sanctuaries—a place no one knew about, not even Bishop. She had come here once in a while when she needed solitude, a rare escape from the chaos of her life. Yet now, standing in the dimly lit hallway, she was astonished. The surroundings were familiar, but there was a strange sense of detachment, as if she were looking at a place from someone else’s past.

Something was missing. Something had been forgotten.

Why had she erased this house from her memory? And what exactly had she forgotten?

According to the fragments, she hadn’t stepped foot here in over five or six years. Yet, the air smelled fresh, the floors gleamed under the soft lighting, and not a speck of dust had settled. Someone had been tending to it.

The property manager, perhaps?

She exhaled slowly, her fingers grazing the edge of a sleek marble table, cold and smooth beneath her touch. The weight of forgotten memories pressed against her mind, urging her to remember.

As she scanned the room, her gaze landed on a safe tucked discreetly in the corner. Something about it felt familiar, as if it held a piece of her past she had long ignored. Without hesitation, she stepped forward and knelt before it, her fingers gliding over the smooth metal before pressing against the keypad.

She entered the first password that came to mind.

Error.

Her brows knitted together. She tried another.

Access Denied.

Her frown deepened. She wasn’t someone who forgot details, especially not something as crucial as this. What was inside? And why didn’t the passwords she always used work?

She sat back slightly, her gaze fixed on the safe as if willing it to open. What had she locked away here? What could be so important yet so deeply buried in her memory?

Frustration simmered beneath her calm exterior as she exhaled slowly. "If it were important, I wouldn’t have forgotten," she murmured, but the words felt hollow.

Or maybe... she had wanted to forget.

Pushing herself to her feet, she cast the safe one last lingering glance before turning away. Whatever secrets it held, they would remain hidden.

For now.

Aurora had hoped to find some clues about her forgotten memories from that time, something hidden within the walls of this house. But aside from the locked safe, there was nothing. No lingering traces of the past, no hints to unravel the mystery.

With a quiet sigh, she decided to return.

Stepping outside, she slid into her sleek black Aston Martin, the engine purring to life as she pulled onto the road. The ride was smooth, the city bathed in the glow of neon lights that stretched across the sky and reflected off the pavement.

The air was crisp but not cold—winter had yet to arrive in Summer City. The weather was pleasant, the night calm.

But trouble always had a way of finding people, didn’t it?

A smirk crept onto Aurora’s lips as she caught sight of the black SUV in her rearview mirror. It had been following her ever since she exited the Mayfair Garden main gates.

Her eyes gleamed coldly as she pressed down on the accelerator. The engine growled in response, her Aston Martin surging forward like a predator breaking free from its leash.

She weaved through traffic effortlessly, taking sharp turns with calculated precision. Yet, just as she was about to shake them off, more vehicles emerged from different directions.

One on her left. Another on her right.

A third blocking the road ahead.

They weren’t just following her anymore. They were closing in.

But this was Luna—she was no prey.

With a sudden jerk of the wheel, she swerved into a narrow alley, tires screeching as she executed a flawless drift before taking another sharp turn. Two of the pursuing cars struggled to keep up, their movements sluggish in comparison. They fell behind, but the chase was far from over.

More vehicles remained hot on her tail, relentless in their pursuit.

Then—sharp cracks pierced the night air.

Gunfire.

Bullets whizzed past, one striking the pavement just inches from her speeding car. Her eyes darkened, a dangerous glint flashing within them.

Aurora let out a low curse. "Damn it!" she muttered under her breath.

Without hesitation, she reached under her seat, fingers closing around the sleek black gun hidden within the compartment. The cool metal was familiar in her grip, a weapon she knew how to wield with deadly precision.

One hand steady on the steering wheel, she stole a quick glance back. The pursuers were relentless, their bullets slicing through the air, narrowly missing her car.

Her lips curled into a smirk.

With lethal precision, she took aim and fired—BANG!

The first shot struck the front tire of the leading SUV. Instantly, the vehicle swerved out of control, its driver struggling to regain balance before it crashed into another car.

She didn’t stop.

The second and third shots followed in quick succession, each bullet finding its mark effortlessly. Tires burst, metal screeched against pavement, and one by one, her pursuers lost control.

Some vehicles lost control, their tires screeching against the asphalt as they veered off course. One after another, they skidded violently, metal grinding against metal before slamming into the side barriers with bone-jarring force. Sparks flew upon impact, headlights flickering before shattering into pieces.

Others weren’t as lucky. The sudden burst of gunfire had thrown them into complete disarray. A few cars swerved too sharply, their momentum sending them into a deadly roll. They flipped over multiple times, crushing roofs and hoods as they tumbled across the road. Thick smoke billowed from crumpled engines, mingling with the sharp scent of burning rubber. Glass rained down like shards of ice, littering the streets as chaos unfolded in her wake.

A trail of destruction stretched behind her.

A smirk tugged at Aurora’s lips as she slid the gun back into its hidden compartment.

She cast one last glance in the rearview mirror. The wreckage behind her was proof of her skill—cars twisted and overturned, her pursuers now reduced to nothing but broken metal and shattered ambition.

No one was following her now.

Taking a deep breath, she adjusted her grip on the steering wheel, her expression calm, her heartbeat steady. With effortless ease, she guided the car back onto the open road, the neon lights of Summer City reflecting off its sleek black exterior.

As if this had been just another ordinary night.