The scent of betrayal filled the cold air as Leon Hart lay bleeding on the marble floor of his penthouse.

He could barely move. His shirt was soaked in blood, the world spinning around him. Above, the glittering chandelier swayed gently, casting golden shadows over the faces he once trusted.

“Why?” he whispered, choking on the taste of iron. His voice was weak, his strength fading fast.

His fiancée, Camilla, stepped over his body in her red heels, unbothered. “You were too soft, Leon. Too noble. That’s not how empires are built.”

Standing beside her was Ethan Kane, his best friend of ten years and COO of Hart Global. Ethan smirked, his expensive suit flawless, his betrayal deeper than the wounds in Leon’s chest.

“We gave you everything, and you still thought you were better than us,” Ethan said coldly. “It’s time someone else took the throne.”

Leon stared at them, unable to believe the people he had loved most had done this to him. The people he would’ve died for.

And now, he would.

As his vision dimmed, thunder cracked in the distance. The city skyline blurred. Sirens echoed far away, but they weren’t coming for him.

He had less than a minute.

Memories flashed—his mother’s smile, his first deal, building Hart Global from scratch, and giving Ethan his first job.

His mistake? He believed loyalty was returned by default.

His breath slowed. The light faded.

And then—nothing.

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Leon woke with a jolt, gasping for air.

He shot up from the bed, heart pounding, eyes wide. The ceiling was unfamiliar—no, not unfamiliar. It was... old. The one he had before he became a billionaire. The tiny apartment he lived in when he was 25.

His hand flew to his chest—no wound. No blood. Just skin, smooth and unscarred.

He stumbled out of bed, racing to the bathroom. The mirror didn’t lie.

He was young again.

No beard. No gray hairs. Just the face he hadn’t seen in years. The face of a man who hadn’t yet made his fortune—or lost everything.

Leon’s eyes widened as realization crashed over him like a tidal wave.

“I’m back,” he whispered. “This is… seven years ago.”

He remembered this exact day.

It was the morning he signed his first million-dollar deal. The day his life changed forever. The first step toward building Hart Global.

And the first step toward his death.

But not this time.

This time, he wasn’t walking blind. This time, he knew who to trust.

He wasn’t here to relive the past.

He was here to rewrite it.

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Leon dressed quickly in a plain black shirt and jeans. He opened his old laptop, the one that used to overheat after ten minutes. He still remembered his passwords.

The date confirmed it: September 12, 2018.

Exactly seven years before his death.

His eyes narrowed.

He opened his old emails, scanned the threads, and found the first offer that launched his empire. The company that had nearly destroyed him with hidden clauses and fake partners—partners who had secretly reported to Ethan.

A deal that looked golden at the time... but was laced with poison.

Leon didn’t hesitate.

He deleted the reply, blocked the sender, and smirked.

“Not this time.”

His phone buzzed.

Camilla.

He stared at the screen for a moment, then answered with the calm of a man who’d already seen the ending.

“Hey, baby,” her sweet voice purred.

Leon leaned back. “Camilla. How long have we been together?”

She giggled. “Two years. Why?”

“Just wondering when the mask falls off.”

Silence.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” she asked, her voice stiffening.

Leon laughed under his breath. “Don’t worry. We’ll talk tonight. Face to face.”

Before she could respond, he ended the call.

Two hours later, Leon stood in front of an old building that reeked of missed chances.

Inside, a small startup company worked out of a shared office. A group of five nerds and one genius.

Max Lin—the real brain behind the tech that made Hart Global unstoppable.

In his past life, Max had been scammed and destroyed before anyone noticed him. Leon had offered him a desk, a salary, and respect.

This time, Leon was going to offer him a partnership.

He walked into the office confidently. “I’m here to see Max.”

A young woman glanced up from her desk. “Do you have an appointment?”

“No. But tell him Leon Hart’s here. He’ll want to hear what I have to say.”

Five minutes later, Max appeared, curious and a little annoyed. “Do I know you?”

Leon smiled. “Not yet. But if you hear me out, we’ll both be billionaires before we hit thirty.”

That night, Leon sat alone in his old apartment, watching the city lights blink from his window.

His phone buzzed again.

Camilla: "Where are you? We need to talk."

Leon didn’t reply.

He was done talking.

He wasn’t the man who died on a marble floor anymore.

He was the man who came back to claim what was his—and burn those who betrayed him.

This time, the tycoon was ruthless.

And he was just getting started.