The Sugar Mommy's Revenge: No Second Chances

I held out my Black Card, ready to hand it to Kyler, the broke guy I was crushing on.

He glared at me, his face twisting with absolute disgust, and yanked his childhood sweetheart, Tinsley, into his arms. Suddenly, lines of glowing text materialized in midair.

The glowing system prompt hovering in front of me revealed that he had just been reborn from the future, and this entire scene was being livestreamed globally. Well, damn.

Kyler got a doover. Reborn straight back to his eighteenyearold self—dead broke with absolutely nothing to his name.

Chapter 1 Standing this close to Kyler, I could clearly feel the shift in his aura. It was the kind of arrogant entitlement nurtured by longterm wealth.

Something that should absolutely never exist on a broke guy like him.

He glanced at the limitless American Express Centurion Black Card in my hand with pure disgust, his voice dripping with arrogance. "I told you, I'll figure out my own Ivy League tuition.

Take your dirty money and leave.

Stop insulting my dignity." Without missing a beat, he bypassed me entirely and yanked Tinsley—who was glaring at me with open hostility—into his arms.

His grip was tight, holding her like a precious treasure he had just found after losing it. "Tinsley, after everything, I finally realize it.

You're the only one I'll ever love in this lifetime." The crowd around us buzzed with whispers.

The floating text barrage right in front of my eyes started scrolling even faster. [Omg! The male lead is so brave!

Confessing to his childhood sweetheart the literal second he gets reborn!] [Right?! No hesitation at all!] [Bet the rich bitch is dumbfounded now!

In his past life, he only forced himself to be your lapdog for that insane tuition.

Now that he's reborn, it wouldn't matter if you threw a Beverly Hills mansion at him!] I rubbed my eyes, staring at the glowing comments materializing out of thin air, piecing together the ridiculous reality of the situation.

I was the socalled "supporting female lead" they were talking about. The vicious, spoiled heiress who used money to force the male lead to be with her.

And the Kyler standing right in front of me had been reborn. In his past life, I fell for him at first sight right out of high school.

When I found out he couldn't afford tuition, I voluntarily whipped out my Black Card to cover his entire four years of college, with the condition that we date.

After a long inner struggle, Kyler clutched that card and accepted, acting completely humiliated.

He buried his secret, yearslong crush on his childhood sweetheart deep inside his heart.

He convinced himself that I was the villain who tore apart his epic romance with Tinsley, all while despising my "spoiled rich girl" temper.

Inferiority complex mixed with hypersensitivity. Playing the victim who was beneath me in love, stripped of all dignity.

But he got way too addicted to the billionaire lifestyle and refused to let go of his cash cow.

The second year after graduation, news broke that Tinsley was getting married, and his repressed love erupted like a volcano.

Kyler frantically sped toward her wedding, planning some crazy, dramatic bridesnatching scene. But he got distracted on the way, crashed into a semitruck, and died on the spot.

Now, reborn, the absolute first thing he did was publicly declare his unspoken love to his childhood sweetheart, making up for his past regrets. I frowned.

What the barrage was saying definitely sounded like something my arrogant self would do.

But going by their own logic, Kyler took all my money, and I even fed him industry connections to start his own company after graduation. So what if he had to bow down to me?

So what if he had to follow my every command? Wasn't that exactly what he signed up for?

Did this guy really think he could bite the hand that fed him and swallow my family's entire fortune while acting like a martyr?

I raised an eyebrow, my fingers—painted the exact shade of Christian Louboutin soles—loosening their grip.

I decisively slipped the Black Card into the shirt pocket of a broadshouldered, narrowwaisted hot guy walking past. "Kyler, don't flatter yourself.

Who ever said I wanted to be your sugar momma?" "The guy I actually want to spoil is him! Hey, gorgeous, want to be my boyfriend?" [Wait, what the hell is happening?

Did I miss a chapter? Why did she give the Black Card to someone else?] [Dude, taking that Black Card is useless. The supporting female lead is obsessed with the male lead.

She'd never look twice at anyone else in this lifetime.] [It's just playing hard to get. Lol, the male lead isn't going to fall for that trick.] Chapter 2 Kyler stiffened.

Having just been reborn, a flash of disbelief and confusion crossed his eyes. He clearly hadn't processed that the plotline of this life was already deviating from his past.

But with his true love standing right in front of him, the lingering terror of death and the adrenaline of rebirth were visibly shortcircuiting his brain, leaving no room for him to overthink.

I enthusiastically invited this hot guy to grab food with me. It was only the beginning of the semester, and I wasn't familiar with all the faces around campus yet.

As for Kyler, I only approached him because I overheard some students whispering about how he still hadn't scraped together enough for tuition.

Out of the kindness of my heart, I whipped out my Black Card and proposed we date.

After all, his sharp jawline was exactly my type, making me think with my hormones instead of my brain. Maybe in my past life, I actually loved Kyler.

But in this life, that romance was dead before it even started. I had money to burn. I was the only daughter of the wealthiest family in the country.

A billionaire heiress who had never been wronged a day in her life. Why would I hang myself on a crooked tree like him? A boyfriend is a boyfriend.

And the gorgeous guy currently holding my Black Card was definitely easy on the eyes too. I picked an exclusive, membersonly threeMichelinstar restaurant in Manhattan.

Glancing over the goldembossed menu, I casually tossed it back to our private waiter. "Bring us your chef's entire hidden tasting menu for today, and open the most expensive bottle of RomanéeConti you have in the cellar." The waiter beamed and practically jogged away to put in the order.

The heavy doors of the restaurant swung open, drawing the attention of the entire room. I glanced over my shoulder.

It was the reborn male lead, still clinging to his precious childhood sweetheart. I had to admit, my money had fed Kyler well in his past life.

His dining etiquette and posture were flawless now. He carried himself exactly like a trust fund baby.

He kept shooting glances in my direction, unable to mask the intense disgust and annoyance in his eyes. He clearly thought I had tracked him down just to hit on him again.

That I was some stagefive clinger he couldn't shake off. He probably even convinced himself I was only eating with another guy to make him jealous.

Kyler kept his back perfectly straight, randomly pointing at seven or eight signature dishes on the menu.

Then, he looked at Tinsley with pure devotion. "Tinsley, the food here is just okay, so just make do for now." "When I have the time, I'll take you to eat Alba white truffles and Caspian Sea caviar flown in fresh.

Then I'll take you straight to the Chanel VIP lounge and buy out every piece of their latest readytowear collection." Struck by this massive pie falling from the sky, Tinsley looked so lucky she was about to pass out.

She shot me a smug, triumphant glare and deliberately raised her voice. "Kyler, today is our first day officially together." "I have a gift I've been preparing for a long time just for you." Her face practically radiated an arrogant need to show off.

According to the barrage, Tinsley and Kyler were childhood friends who had planned to officially confess and start dating the moment they got into college together.

When I pulled out my Black Card earlier, Tinsley had looked ready to grind her teeth to dust. She glared at me like I was a homewrecker stealing her man.

But in his past life, when Kyler agreed to be my boyfriend, he conveniently never mentioned Tinsley existed, did he? Tinsley mysteriously pulled out a cheaplooking little box.

A thrill of visible excitement flashed across Kyler's face. Chapter 3 The barrage was practically screaming. [Omg!

The male and female leads' first meeting after his rebirth is so sweet!

Things are moving so fast!] [So fast I can't even keep up with their progress!] [What do you guys think is in the box?

I remember in his past life, Fallon gave him a luxury watch worth over a million!] [Even though the female lead isn't as rich as the vicious supporting character, her gift is definitely full of heart.] The box rested in his palm, completely weightless.

Kyler opened it, his face brimming with anticipation. Inside lay a cheap, handwoven friendship bracelet.

Tinsley blinked, dramatically biting her lower lip. "Kyler, I specifically bought the materials at a flea market and wove this myself over the summer break.

I was just waiting for us to get into the same college so I could give it to you when I confessed my feelings. I wove an 'I love you' into every single knot." "What do you think?

Do you like it?" The previously rowdy barrage instantly went dead silent. If I didn't know Kyler had been reborn, I probably would have thought he'd actually like this trash.

Maybe, to an eighteenyearold Kyler, this cheap friendship bracelet would have been a precious token of affection. Innocent and sweet.

But beneath that youthful exterior was a twentyfouryearold reborn soul.

A twentyfouryearold who was used to dining on delicacies, who was accustomed to luxury watches and supercars, treating highend designer goods like everyday necessities.

Hell, just a few hours ago, when Kyler died in that car crash, he was driving a Maybach straight out of my garage.

The buttery soft leather of that steering wheel was a world away from the rough, scratchy texture of the cheap bracelet in his palm.

I scoffed, pulling a velvet box out of my limitededition Hermès Birkin bag. Inside lay a diamondencrusted Rolex Submariner.

I bought it on a whim while swiping my card on Rodeo Drive earlier today. Since Pierce, sitting across from me, was now my boyfriend, I couldn't play favorites.

I slid the exquisite watch box across the table toward him. "Boyfriend, today is our first day together too.

This is my gift to you." "See if you like it." [Wait, wasn't that watch given to the male lead in the past life?

Why is she giving it to someone else?] [The vicious supporting character is definitely still playing hard to get to catch the male lead's attention.

Trust me, she won't last long.] [Exactly. The female lead is completely messing up her own strategy right now.] The luxury watch sparkled under the restaurant lights.

Pierce hadn't even recovered from the shock of the Black Card, and now he was hit with a second bombshell. His hand was practically trembling as he reached out to touch the dial.

Kyler slammed his hand on the table, pointing sharply at us. "Don't touch it! That's obviously my—" The rest of his sentence died in his throat. He forced the words back down.

I knew exactly what he wanted to say. He wanted to claim that watch was his. The barrage had mentioned that in his past life, he wore this exact watch for six years.

He was absolutely obsessed with it. Every night before bed, he would take it off, carefully wipe it down, and place it back in its velvet box. But this life wasn't his past life.

Now, he had the company of his beloved childhood sweetheart. He definitely had no interest in such superficial, materialistic things anymore.

Tinsley's face darkened, and she rolled her eyes hard at me. "So you have money, so what? You reek of disgusting capitalism.

A soulless watch doesn't even compare to my handmade bracelet full of love." "Right, Kyler?" Kyler finally snapped out of his daze, forcing a stiff, painful smile onto his face. "Tinsley is right." He pulled himself together.

Just as he picked up his fork to serve his precious childhood sweetheart, his phone suddenly rang. Chapter 4 The knockoff phone's speaker was trash.

Sitting not too far away, I could clearly hear the cold, robotic female voice echoing from the receiver: "Mr.

Kyler, your mother's hospital bills are past due." All the color instantly drained from Kyler's face. The floating barrage went into an absolute frenzy. [Almost forgot!

The male lead's mom is critically ill in the hospital, waiting for lifesaving funds!] [I remember in the past life, the supporting female lead literally threw a million dollars at the hospital, and the surgery went perfectly.] [Omg, no way.

The male and female leads just met and gave us a tiny bit of sweetness.

Is the vicious supporting female lead going to use his mom's illness to blackmail him into dating her again?] [Why is she like a stagefive clinger?] [Crap, she's looking in the male lead's direction!

She definitely thinks this is her chance to hit on him.] It reminded me of what I'd heard a few students gossiping about before I pulled out my Black Card.

Kyler's mother had been battling cancer for years, draining every single cent of their family's savings. They were drowning in debt.

I immediately snapped my gaze back to Pierce. "No one in your family is terminally ill, right?" "No, no, definitely not…" Kyler, his face a sickly shade of green, abruptly stood up and tried to rush toward the door, but the waiter blocked his path. "Sir, you haven't paid the bill yet.

The total is eighteen hundred dollars, and we don't accept installment plans." The surrounding crowd instantly erupted into mocking laughter, and a few people even held up their phones, recording the scene for TikTok.

In his past life, backed by my family's billionaire status, no matter which highend restaurant he walked into, the owners would practically trip over themselves to kiss his ass and usher him inside.

They'd always wave him off, saying there was no rush for the check and to just settle the tab whenever he felt like it. He hadn't been reborn long enough.

He clearly hadn't broken his billionaire lifestyle habits yet. The waiter slapped down the receipt. Eighteen hundred dollars.

That kind of pocket change wouldn't even cover half a bottle of the vintage wine he drank in his past life.

On pure muscle memory, Kyler reached into his pocket to pull out my Black Card. His fingers grasped empty air. A layer of cold sweat instantly beaded on his forehead. Right.

He was back to being eighteen. Younger, greener, and dead broke. Right now, he didn't have a single dime to his name.

Let alone eighteen hundred dollars, he couldn't even scrape together an eightydollar tip. The waiter maintained a flawless, plasteredon smile.

Kyler gritted his teeth, his jaw visibly clenching before he turned to Tinsley with a look of extreme distress. "Tinsley, spot me for this meal first.

I'll Venmo you the money later." Tinsley's posture instantly went rigid with absolute vigilance. "Kyler, my entire monthly allowance is only two thousand dollars!

This one meal is eighteen hundred! What am I supposed to do for the rest of the month?" "How are you going to make money? Besides, you promised this was your treat.

Why are you making me pay?" Tinsley muttered under her breath, stubbornly refusing to pull out her wallet.

The young male and female leads, who had confessed their undying love less than an hour ago, had just slammed headfirst into the first massive roadblock of their epic romance.

I pulled out my card right on cue and casually raised two fingers. "Waiter." Kyler jerked his head away in visceral disgust.

He looked at me like I was a disease, fully expecting me to latch onto him the very next second like a desperate stalker.

Reborn and enlightened, he wanted absolutely nothing to do with a spoiled heiress like me.

The socalled humiliation of me aggressively throwing money at him in his past life was clearly still burning fresh in his mind.

His voice dripped with raw repulsion. "Fallon, how many times do I have to tell you? Stay the hell away from me.

I am sick of your pathetic stalking, and I'm even more disgusted by you trying to wedge yourself between me and Tinsley." "Whether it's me or my mother, neither of us needs your filthy money!" Chapter 5 I was genuinely astounded by Kyler's sheer audacity.

Even if I went by the barrage's logic that I was headoverheels for him in my past life, in this current timeline, we had never even been together.

The system prompts popped up at the perfect time. Upon hearing he couldn't afford tuition, all I did was pull out my Black Card.

I hadn't even uttered a single word about him being my boyfriend. Yet he jumped the gun and desperately declared his undying love to his childhood sweetheart.

Before today, our paths hadn't even crossed.

He was the one disgusted by his past life, yet he was also the one drowning in it, completely unable to pull himself out of his own delusions.

I scoffed, crossing my arms. "I was just calling the waiter over to pay my own check. Kyler, are you having some kind of psychotic break?

Why do you keep hallucinating that I'm obsessed with you?" The color instantly drained from Kyler's face.

It finally dawned on him that in this life, we were nothing more than strangers. The six years of toxic entanglement from his past life hadn't even happened yet.

Realizing this, he stumbled back a step, his balance faltering. [What's going on? Why isn't the vicious supporting female lead throwing money at his mom's hospital bills?] [Right?!

His mom has cancer!

If she doesn't pay, where the hell is the male lead supposed to scrape together that astronomical amount of cash?] [His mom was his only source of comfort during his six years of miserable, suffocating life!] Watching those glowing words scroll past, my expression turned icecold.

They actually called the six years of me showering him in cash his "miserable, suffocating life." His "unbearable, humiliating trauma." In my past life, after I funded his mother's lifesaving treatment, all I got in return was her scheming with him behind my back: "Kyler, how can you let yourself be a woman's ATM?

Listen to mom, you need to seize absolute control." "Make her sign a prenup, get her trust fund transferred to your name, and make her live at your mercy!

My son is so outstanding and got into an Ivy League.

There are plenty of girls throwing themselves at you." "Their family only has one daughter; sooner or later, all their money will belong to us anyway!" And Kyler, playing the tragic victim bearing a heavy burden, just nodded along.

Too bad my family's billionaire empire wasn't something a golddigging outsider like him could ever touch.

All he could ever get was whatever pocket change slipped through my fingers. He acted like a good dog, I threw him a bone. He misbehaved, he got absolutely nothing.

Did he really think an heiress raised in my world would be stupid enough to just hand over her family's wealth?

Kyler stared at my family's empire with pure, starving envy and desperation. But he was completely powerless to take it.

Pierce couldn't hold back anymore. "Kyler, you're the one obsessively stalking Fallon.

She hasn't given you the time of day, yet you're putting on this whole act like you're being coerced and victimized.

It's pathetic." Kyler's face darkened, his tone dripping with impatience. "Pierce, you're a literal hillbilly. Do you really think you have the right to speak to me with that tone?

Do you have any idea who I am?" His voice dropped into a low rumble. Posturing exactly like an overbearing CEO, radiating that manufactured arrogance bought with my money.

After I set up his company in his past life, endless crowds of sycophants had kissed his ass, calling him Mr. Kyler. Hear it enough times, and a man starts to believe his own hype.

Except Kyler hadn't realized one crucial detail yet. The clothes currently hanging off his back were even trashier than Pierce's.

I raised an eyebrow and clapped my hands in mock applause. "Kyler is absolutely right." Pierce shot me a pitiful, puppydog look. I slowly dragged my gaze up and down his outfit.

Generic and completely cheap. Wearing rags like that, didn't he look exactly like a hillbilly?

Chapter 6 I waved my hand dismissively, letting my spoiled heiress persona take the wheel. "This trash smelling like the Walmart clearance aisle pollutes my eyes just looking at it.

Pierce, you are coming with me to Saks Fifth Avenue right now." "Unless you swipe over a hundred thousand dollars on haute couture, you are not allowed to step foot outside!" Stepping out of the luxury department store with several shopping bags, Pierce was still trapped in a state of absolute shock.

His entire body remained frozen, unable to process what just happened. I lazily flipped my long hair over my shoulder. My boyfriend naturally had to wear the absolute best.

Everything I threw at Kyler in my past life—in this life, I wouldn't waste a single cent on him. The barrage was still buzzing about Kyler's current pathetic state.

He was currently getting suffocated by the brutal reality of money. Tuition, living expenses, his mother's astronomical hospital bills.

If Tinsley was his sole regret in his past life, then in this life, after fixing that one single regret, twenty new, agonizing regrets immediately bubbled to the surface.

On the ride back to campus, I scrolled through the barrage with absolute relish. [Male lead, don't go look for the supporting female lead!

You'll get trapped by her obsession for years again! I want to see your sweet romance with the female lead!] [The male lead is so pitiful.

He's still being forced back to the supporting female character's side.] [Who can even tolerate the vicious supporting character's spoiled rich girl temper?] [Sigh, does rebirth really not give you a way to escape the vicious supporting character's control?] Following the barrage's hints, sure enough, standing right in front of my dorm building, I spotted Kyler's aloof figure.

He looked like he had been waiting for a while.

The second he saw me, the corners of his mouth twitched into a tragic, hollow smile, his shoulders dropping in an act of total resignation. "Fallon, I lose.

I still cant escape your stalking. Let's make a deal.

Just give me the Black Card and promise to dial back your spoiled princess temper, and I am willing to be your boyfriend." His posture slouched, radiating a manufactured sense of defeat.

He clenched his jaw, projecting the image of a martyr making some massive, agonizing sacrifice. His features practically twisted with fake humiliation and embarrassment.

His dignity was truly priceless. To actually think it could rival my limitless Black Card. I let out a mocking scoff.

I had never seen a beggar demand a handout with such absolute arrogance.

I couldn't help but remind him: "Kyler, do I even know you?" Kyler sneered. "Fallon, no one knows you better than I do.

Do you really think playing hard to get is going to make me look twice at you? Enough." "Just hand over the Black Card.

My mom is waiting in the hospital and needs it right now." His tone was infuriatingly certain. Completely convinced I would bend to his will.

In his past life, I was glued to him for six years. If it wasn't out of infatuation, I probably wouldn't have lasted that long. He had seen me act completely deranged for love.

He had witnessed my loud, flashy public displays of affection. As the one constantly being spoiled, he possessed absolute, bulletproof confidence.

The massive medical debt dragging his mother down in the hospital couldn't be delayed another second. An absolute trainwreck was waiting for him to patch up with cash.

Pierce decisively stepped in front of me, shattering Kyler's fragile arrogance. "When exactly did Fallon ever say she wanted you to be her boyfriend?" That single sentence struck like a lightning bolt, rooting Kyler to the spot.

His pupils dilated as his brain finally caught up to reality. The very first thing he did upon rebirth was declare his love to Tinsley.

As for me, I hadn't uttered a single syllable about wanting him to be my boyfriend. The toxic entanglement of his past life hadn't even started yet.

But a second later, Kyler let out a selfdeprecating chuckle and shook his head. The six years of suffocating obsession in his past life were carved too deeply into his bones.

Every single event, every single detail. He would never, ever believe that I wasn't utterly in love with him.

Chapter 7 He let out a long breath, the exhaustion bleeding through his voice despite his best efforts to hide it. "Alright, Fallon.

I admit it, declaring my love to Tinsley upset you.

But my mom's situation really can't wait anymore." "Hand over the card, and I'll let the past go." Seeing Kyler compromise with that pathetic, soulcrushed look on his face, the barrage went into panic mode. [The male lead finally got reborn!

Why is he tangling with the vicious supporting character again?] [Here we go.

Six long years of utter humiliation begin now.] [But without the supporting female lead, the male lead is just a broke college kid right now.

He wouldn't even have seed money to start his business. How is he supposed to raise the cash?] I stared dead at Kyler.

Answering him, and answering the floating text at the same time. "If you're out of cash, figure it out yourself.

If you can't stomach selling your organs on the black market, don't you still have an ass to sell on OnlyFans?" That apparently dealt a fatal blow to Kyler's fragile male ego, because he vanished for a solid month.

I clearly remembered the way his jaw ticked right before he stormed off that day. "Fallon, you never know when to drop that spoiled princess temper.

You have zero selfawareness of just how nauseating you are. Consider this your punishment." "Take some time to cool your head!

Don't even think about seeing me for the next month!" The reward came so suddenly, it felt entirely surreal. We were in the same major, but different classes.

On a campus this massive, randomly bumping into someone was practically a statistical anomaly