Reborn for revenge のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 21 - チャプター 30

CHAPTER TWENTY TWO : THE FIRST STRIKESchool ended under a sky heavy with rainclouds.The corridors buzzed with chatter, lockers slamming, students rushing to escape before the downpour began.Sheraphina walked calmly, books tucked to her chest.Her mind still lingered on the threat note, on her grandfather’s sadness, on Dione’s warning.Every step felt like she was walking through a warning she hadn’t learned to read yet.She reached her locker.Paused.And felt it immediately—Someone stood behind her.Too still.Too quiet.Not a student.Her breath cooled.Slowly, she turned.A tall man in a dark coat leaned against the wall opposite her. His face was unfamiliar, expression passive—but his eyes were cold, assessing.He smiled politely.“Miss Sheraphina Vale?”Her spine straightened.“Yes.”He dipped his head in a mock-gentle greeting.“I represent a family with vested interest in your… development.”Her brows narrowed.“And which family is that?”He didn’t answer.Instead, he stepp

The pressure on Lucinda had been building for weeks.Whispers. Threats. Promises.The enemy her mother contacted — the man from the streets — no longer treated her like a pampered girl.He treated her like leverage.Lucinda trembled in her bedroom, staring at the message he sent:If you don’t do your part, we’ll sell you off.Pretty girls make good money.Her hands shook so violently she almost dropped the phone.She wanted to scream for help.But if she did…Her mother would be ruined forever.And she would be punished for disobeying.So she chose the worst possible path:The one they shoved her toward.That night, she snuck into the Vale estate.The guards were lighter than usual — Grandfather often dismissed them inside the house. Lucinda slipped through a side door with the key she stole long ago, her breaths short and shaky.Grandfather’s study light was on.He was preparing his evening tea.Lucinda hid behind a shelf, clutching the small packet in her hand — a powder that was me

Grandpa Tomas recovered slowly, but the doctors finally allowed him to return home. His movements were careful, his steps measured, yet his mind remained sharp. Sherephina stayed by his side almost constantly, helping him walk, helping him rest, helping him breathe through the waves of stress the family had endured.For a few days, peace almost seemed possible.Until the front gates opened for a black-draped vehicle.Until the staff began whispering in panicked voices.Until the sound of Grandma’s old bell rang through the halls to signal an emergency.Sherephina’s breath froze as the butler stepped inside with a trembling voice:“Master… it’s your son. The… the young master… he has been found.”They brought the father’s body into the mansion on a stretcher. The sheet covering him did little to mask the truth. The official explanation said car accident, but the truth laid beneath the fabric: marks that no accident could cause. Signs of violence. Silent threats carved into flesh withou

The mansion had been peaceful for weeks.Too peaceful.Sherephina sensed it the moment the black luxury convoy stopped at the Vale gates. The guards stiffened, the staff whispered, and even Grandpa Tomas straightened his posture as though preparing for an old debt to walk through the door.When the cars opened, two people stepped out:Julius Adriastus — tall, cold, powerful, with the kind of presence that bent a room without speaking.And beside him, dressed elegantly and smiling warmly, was Diona, Sherephina’s aunt.Sherephina blinked in surprise.Julius, however, did not wait for greetings.His deep golden eyes locked instantly onto Sherephina……or rather, onto the person standing beside her.Elias Trent.Elias had come by for his usual evening visit, relaxed in a casual shirt, hands in pockets. But when Julius appeared, his posture shifted—cool, controlled, protective.Julius’ expression didn’t shift, but the air tightened like a wire pulled too thin.Sherephina stepped forward pol

By mid-term, Silvercrest Academy shifted into a different rhythm.The calm of early weeks gave way to pressure—presentations, group work, internal rankings. Students who once moved casually now carried quiet urgency in their steps.Sherephina remained unchanged.Composed. Precise. Unshaken.Which was exactly why her name appeared at the top of the Global Strategy Project list.And right beneath it—Jewel Ardent.The professor adjusted his glasses and spoke calmly:“This project will determine your academic standing for the term.” “You will work in pairs. No changes.”A murmur spread across the room.Jewel leaned back in her chair, glancing sideways.“Well… that’s interesting.”Sherephina closed her notebook.“It’s efficient,” she replied. “We won’t waste time adjusting.”Jewel smiled faintly.“You assume we’ll work well together.”Sherephina met her gaze.“I assume you’re capable.”A pause.Jewel’s smile widened just slightly.“I like that answer.”They met that evening in one of th