All Chapters of The Major's Reborn Killer Wife: Chapter 1 - Chapter 6

Having administered her brutal, self-satisfying lesson to the trio of pathetic school bullies, Skylar Vance did not return to the main cohort of the Ninth Grade. She was content to let Tiffany Reid, Sharon Zhu, and Gail Zheng wallow in the filth, pain, and confusion of the locked train bathroom. More critically, she was focused on the chilling certainty of being observed.Since the moment she accepted the terrifying reality of her rebirth, Skylar had felt the cold, calculating focus of unseen eyes. In her previous life, her downfall had begun precisely when she was isolated from her school group after leaving the train. The abduction was no random crime; it was a planned, opportunistic seizure.Her decision was instantaneous and lethal. She strode purposefully toward a forward carriage, stopping mid-section where three men sat clustered together, their low conversation abruptly ceasing as her footsteps approached."Sirs, may I sit here for a moment?" Skylar kept her head bowed, her lo

Huddled in the cramped, bouncing seat of the public bus, Skylar "Skye" Vance watched the world crawl by—the dust-choked country roads, the endless, identical rows of low-slung, ugly houses. The visual assault of this familiar, yet utterly despised, small town finally dragged her from the dizzying reality of her time-traveling escape. This was it. She had truly returned. She had cheated fate, subverted her own brutal destiny, and was granted a second, chillingly potent life.Even a soul as hardened and glacially cold as Skylar’s—a heart encased in fifteen years of blood and betrayal—felt a momentary, overwhelming rush of sentimentality. The sheer weight of existence, the impossible gravity of time reversal, settled upon her.But that fragile sense of awe shattered the moment the bus pulled into her stop and she began the short, dreaded walk to the family home. The sentimentality only lasted until she reached the warped, paint-peeling front door. Though nearly fifteen years had passed s

From the moment Skylar Vance walked through his door, Alan Sterling had dismissed her as an unfortunate, unsophisticated child—a naive messenger for some desperate family. But the moment those final, chilling words left her lips, demanding a controlling stake in his legitimate business, his heart gave a violent, sickening lurch in his chest.He couldn't help but re-examine the girl standing before him. She was still cloaked in the same wretched, threadbare cotton coat, her delicate features hidden behind a curtain of unkempt hair. Yet, the subtle curl of her mouth—a faint, almost imperceptible upturn—held a terrifying, glacial quality. It was a smile that promised ice and steel, instantly transforming the aura of the pathetic village girl into that of a dangerously self-possessed predator. Her very presence had shifted; the warmth of the room seemed to drain away, replaced by the profound, alien coldness of a killer’s detachment.“What… what exactly do you want?” Alan Sterling asked,