All Chapters of Reborn for revenge : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

The courtroom was full—press, lawyers, strangers leaning forward in anticipation.The maid who had once worked silently in the Vale household now stood trembling behind the witness stand, fingers gripping the edge until her knuckles turned white.But her voice—when it finally came—was steady.“I… I was ordered to take the blame,” she said. “Mrs. Selena threatened my family. She told me to say I did everything. But I didn’t.”A ripple spread through the room.Camera shutters clicked.Whispers grew sharp and vicious.Selena paled.Lucinda grabbed her mother’s arm with a shaking hand.Then—things got worse.Because someone had leaked a video.A grainy recording of Mr. Vale, Sheraphina’s father, meeting privately with a court clerk.Sliding an envelope across a table.The footage played on the courtroom screen.People gasped.The judge’s face hardened.Reporters nearly stood on their chairs.father shot to his feet, shouting,“This is taken out of context! I was just—”But no one cared.T

CHAPTER FOURTEEN — The dark side The fallout from the Winter Gala struck the Vale family harder than any news outlet expected.Not only had the sabotage attempt been traced back to individuals connected to the Vales…The public began to scrutinize everything.And Grandpa Tomas had finally reached his limit.The morning after the scandal, Grandpa Tomas summoned the entire family to the main hall.His presence—usually calm, patient—now carried an authority sharp enough to silence every breath.Sheraphina stood quietly at the edge, observing.Her father knelt before him, red-faced and trembling.Lucinda stood behind him, clutching the back of his jacket with shaking fingers.Grandpa Tomas’s voice was low, controlled, but cold:“You have disgraced this family enough.”Her father swallowed. “Father, please—I can fix—”“No.”The word cut like steel.“You will go to the ancestral home in Roseton for two months.You will surrender your position at the company and reflect on your failures.”H

The next morning, school felt wrong the moment Sheraphina stepped out of Elias’s car.Students were whispering.Teachers stood in tight clusters.Security guards—school ones, not Elias’s—were pacing with anxious tension.She felt it before she saw it:A man standing directly outside the school gate, yelling at staff.Riker.Not disguised.Not hiding.He was furious.“Let me in!” he barked. “She walks around here like she’s untouchable? I want to see her face!”A teacher tried to calm him, hands raised.“Sir, you can’t just—”Riker shoved him aside.“I’m not asking permission!”Sheraphina froze for a second.Her mind sharpened instantly.Riker was bold.Too bold.Which meant—He wasn’t here for her.He was here to send a message.One of Elias’s shadows appeared behind her, whispering:“Miss Vale, don’t engage. Move back.”But Riker’s gaze found her anyway.And he smiled.Not friendly.Not sane.Predatory.“There she is,” he growled. “Vale’s little princess.”Students gasped.Phones cam

The following morning feels wrong before Sheraphina even opens her eyes.The air is heavy.The house is too quiet.And the halls feel like they’re holding their breath.Grandpa Tomas doesn’t join her for breakfast.Instead, a maid sets down tea with trembling hands and whispers:“Master Tomas said he’ll be… occupied today.”Occupied.Ever since Julius Marcellus appeared.Ever since that conversation she wasn’t supposed to hear.Ever since he said she was “his own blood.”Sheraphina grips her spoon tightly.Something big is unraveling—something so old and deep that even Grandpa fears it.She doesn’t expect the butler to knock on her door an hour later.“Young Miss… the Master would like to see you.”Her heart drops.She steps into Grandpa Tomas’s study.He stands near the window, back turned, hands behind him.When he turns, his face is weary.He looks older than he did yesterday.“Sheraphina,” he says softly. “Come here.”She approaches, each step unsteady.He studies her face—memoriz

CHAPTER TWENTY : THE ADRASTUS REVELATIONThe warehouse went silent.Utterly, bone-deep silent.Even the gunfire stopped as every man—Trent, Marcellus, Vale, criminal—turned toward the newcomer.The bullet hung in the air like an iron teardrop.And the man who stopped it lowered his gloved hand with the same ease someone would swat away dust.He stepped forward.Tall. Broad-shouldered. Dressed in a tailored black coat embroidered subtly with a crest:A serpent coiled around a broken crown.The Adrastus crest.Sheraphina only knew it because she once overheard her grandfather whisper it in his study—once, in fear.Julius inhaled sharply.“Adrastus… They’re supposed to be extinct.”Elias’s jaw tensed.“They aren’t extinct. They’re hidden.”The man stopped two meters from Sheraphina.Then—He kneelt.A fully grown, dangerous man kneels before a sixteen-year-old girl.“Miss Sheraphina Vale,” he said quietly.“Daughter of Ariel Adrastus Vale. Heir of the Serpent Crown.We finally found you.