บททั้งหมดของ Reborn to Destroy Him: บทที่ 1 - บทที่ 10

I flew into empty air. Wind rushed past my face. My scream was swallowed by the night. Then impact. It was crushing. It knocked the breath out of me. Lightning went through every nerve in my body.I lay broken on the stone path. My legs twisted at angles that weren't possible. Fire burned through my spine, my ribs, everything. Each breath felt like I was drowning in broken glass.Above me, Brock's voice carried perfectly to the people gathering on the balcony. "This poor woman. She's been following our family since she went crazy. My security tried to take her out peacefully. But when she realized she was caught..." His voice broke. He sounded so sad. It was perfect acting. "She just jumped. I tried to stop her."Even while I was dying, I was amazed at how easy the lies came out."Someone call an ambulance!" a guest shouted."Already done," Brock said. "Please, everyone back inside. The Classical Wizard is about to perform."The crowd whispered with sympathy. Then they drifted away. T

THE D-DAYI dressed Emma in her favorite yellow sundress. The one with tiny daisies. It made her look like sunshine. My hands shook as I braided her hair. I knew this might be the last normal morning we shared if I failed."Mommy, why are you shaking?" Emma asked. Her green eyes studied my face in her bedroom mirror."Just excited about your field trip, sweetheart." The lie tasted bad. But I forced a smile. "Are you ready to see the butterfly garden?"She nodded. She was so excited. She talked about caterpillars and cocoons. I fought the need to lock her in this room forever. Away from Brock's plans.Downstairs, Brock sat at our kitchen table. He read financial news on his tablet. He was playing the role of good father and husband. But I noticed everything now. The way his leg bounced with nervous energy. How he kept checking his phone. The too bright smile he gave Emma when she ran to hug him goodbye."Be good for your teachers today, princess," he said. He kissed her forehead. "Dadd

The man with the scarred face stood in the middle of the funeral home. His gold teeth shined when he smiled. It was not a friendly smile. It was the kind of smile that promised pain."Ten million dollars," he said again. His voice was loud enough for everyone to hear. "Plus three years of interest. That's what Brock Nott owed my boss."My heart was beating so fast I thought everyone could hear it. I held Emma closer to me. She was pressing her face into my dress. Her little body was shaking.The man's eyes looked at each person in the room. Old people. Young people. Everyone who came to say goodbye to Brock. His men stood behind him. They were big and mean looking. One of them had tattoos on his face. Teardrops under his eyes."Dead men's debts don't disappear," Scarface said. He was cleaning his fingernails with a knife now. The sound of the blade clicking open and shut made people jump. "They pass to family."I could feel Tatiana and Valerie staring at me. They were both white as gh

It took me three hours to clean up enough of the mess to think clearly. Marcus helped. We worked in silence mostly. Every broken picture frame felt like another violation. Every ripped cushion another reminder that my home wasn't safe anymore.Emma was with her teacher, Miss Rebecca. I called her right after Marcus arrived. Miss Rebecca and I had become friendly over the past few months. She was young and kind and she loved Emma. When I asked if Emma could stay with her for a few hours, she heard the panic in my voice and just said "bring her over, no questions asked."So Emma was safe. For now.Marcus and I focused on Brock's study. The room he told me never to enter because of "sensitive client information." The room where I found all his secrets in my first life. The room where I knew exactly what to look for.But I had to pretend I didn't know."Check behind the bookshelf," I told Marcus. "Rich men always hide things behind bookshelves."Marcus pulled books off one by one. "Nothin

I threw on clothes with shaking hands. Marcus appeared in the doorway, half asleep. "What's wrong?""I don't know. The funeral home called. Something happened with Brock's body." I grabbed my keys. "Stay with Emma. Don't let her out of your sight."Marcus was suddenly wide awake. "Do you want me to come with you?""No. Someone needs to stay with Emma." I kissed him quickly. "I'll call you as soon as I know what's going on."The drive to the funeral home felt like it took forever and no time at all. My mind raced through possibilities. Had someone stolen the body? Had Tatiana and Valerie come back to do more damage? Had Salvatore's men done something.When I pulled into the parking lot, I saw the ambulance. Paramedics were wheeling a gurney toward it. The funeral director stood near the entrance looking pale and shaken. The crematory operator sat on the curb with his head in his hands."Mrs. Nott!" The director rushed toward me. "I'm so sorry. I don't know how this happened. We have pr