LOGIN#Rebirth #Mystery #thriller #love triangle #humor # Action #drama #betrayal She died at the hands of the two people she trusted most. Now, Rose Hawthorne is back and the world has become a shark tank. Betrayed and murdered by her husband and her best friend, Rose wakes up three years in the past with one goal: revenge. But the timeline she remembered has shifted. This rebirth is different, darker, deadlier, and crawling with new, lethal players she never encountered in her first life. Her obsessed, psychotic ex-husband was only the beginning. As Rose navigates a high stakes world of elite predators and long buried Hamilton bloodline secrets, she finds herself caught in a much darker game. Backed by the powerful Hamilton heir and a circle of unexpected allies, she must decide how far she’s willing to go to rewrite her fate. In a world where the monsters are hungrier than ever, can Rose transform from the victim into the ultimate hunter? Or will the new, dangerous enemies stalking her claim her before she can have her justice?
View MoreRose’s POV The ticking wasn’t high-tech. It wasn't a sleek digital countdown from a movie. It was a dull, mechanical click-clack that sounded like an old kitchen timer, and that made it so much worse. It made it feel real. Richard’s hands were slick with sweat as he fumbled with the wires taped to my sternum. He looked pathetic. His expensive suit was torn, his hair was matted with drywall dust, and he smelled like a man who hadn't slept in a week. He held a jagged shard of glass against my throat, but his grip was shaking so hard the edge kept catching on my skin, drawing tiny, stinging beads of red. "You did this, Rose," he whispered, his breath hot and smelling of rot. "I had a plan. We were going to be the best couple. But you... you had to be greedy. You had to go looking for a dead man's ghost. Why couldn't you just let your father stay in the ground?" I didn't cry. My eyes were too dry for that now. I just stared at a rust stain on the wall and felt a strange, heavy peace.
Marcus’s POVThe phone was slick in my hand, sliding against my palm as the driver took a corner on two wheels."What do you mean he has her?" I roared, the sound echoing in the cramped space of the SUV. "I sent thirty men to that Broadway ambush. How does a dead man intercept my mission?!"It wasn't a fight, Boss," the voice on the other end was trembling, static cutting through the fear. "It was a slaughter. Richard’s people... they didn't just have guns. They had heavy ordinance. They took her, Marcus. They took her and left the street, it was a bloodbath, most of our men are dead including Derek's guards."I slammed my fist into the leather seat. My chest felt like it was being crushed by an invisible vice. Richard. That cockroach had done it againa. He had snatched the only thing that mattered. If he touched her, if he so much as breathed on her I would peel the skin from his bones while he was still screaming.But I couldn't do it alone. Not now. Richard had gone off the grid, a
Michelle’s POVThe digital clock on the dash was mocking me. 3:14 AM. Who even exists at this hour? I looked at Rose, huddled under a heap of blankets like a broken bird, and I felt that familiar, nagging urge to crack a joke just to stop myself from shaking."Seriously, Rose," I whispered, reaching over to squeeze her hand. Her fingers felt like dry ice. "If we are going to London, you better be ready for the rain. My hair is going to be a disaster. We are talking 1980s frizz, and it’s all your fault."Rose didn’t laugh. She didn't even blink. She just stared at the back of Peter’s head. "The wedding," she rasped. "Vanessa is she going to marry Derek?"I tried to force a chuckle, but it felt like swallowing glass. "Honey, your life is in danger and you are still thinking about my brother. Forget about them. In ten hours, we will be eating overpriced scones and complaining about the British accent. Just hold on."In the front seat, Silas was a wall of stone. He hadn't moved an inch,
Marcus’s POVThe crystal flute felt cold against my palm. I watched the bubbles rise in the champagne, gold and frantic, like tiny souls trying to escape a sinking ship."Say it again," I whispered.The man standing in front of my desk was trembling so hard I could hear the fabric of his tactical vest rustling. He was one of Derek’s elite. One of the loyal ones. It’s funny what a man will do when you’re holding his daughter’s life in your hands."She’s... she’s at St. Jude’s, Boss," the guard stammered, his eyes glued to the floorboards. "She got away from Richard. Some girl named Vanessa hit him over the head. Rose ran into the woods, got hit by a car, but she is stable. She’s alive."I let out a breath I hadn't realized I was holding. A laugh bubbled up in my throat, raw and genuine. I popped the cork, the sound echoing like a gunshot in the quiet room."Alive," I breathed, pouring the vintage liquid. "My sweet, stubborn Rose. She always did have a spine made of iron."I took a sip,
Rose’s POVThe air between us was so thick it felt like trying to breathe through a fever. Derek’s fingers were still dug into the small of my back, his thumb exerting just enough pressure on my jaw to keep my world narrowed down to the storm in his light brown eyes. "Ehm, ehmm."The sound hit the
Rose's POV "How did you get that?" My voice was a ghost of a whisper, my eyes glued to the massive LED screen in Derek's living room.On the screen, the news was playing a looped video that had set the entire country on fire within one day. It was Richard and Katherine. They weren't just talking,
Rose's POV"I will do a checkup after shopping, Ric. Don't worry," I said, my voice flat, practiced calm.Richard's face suddenly brightened. His tears all dried up from his eyes, he smiled that sweet sickening bright smile. "That's my baby girl. I will be waiting for the good news."I didn't look
Rose's Pov The shadows in my father's bedroom grew long as the sun began to set. I have been wide awake all night, closed my eyes not even once, staring at nothingness in my father's room. I remained on the floor, my back against the heavy wooden door I had locked. My face felt so tight from the


















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