บททั้งหมดของ Reborn To Seduce My Bully's Alpha Father : บทที่ 1 - บทที่ 10

Chapter 1 Aria's POV "Get your shit and get out. I need the place cleared by noon." The landlord stood on the porch with his arms crossed, watching us like we were trash he couldn't wait to throw away. My mother was crying quietly, her hands shaking as she tried to tape up another box. My father just stood there staring at the pile of our belongings on the floor, furniture, clothes, kitchen stuff all thrown together like garbage. We had nowhere to go. Two months ago my parents lost their jobs at the Ashford Estate. Fake theft charges that everyone knew were bullshit but no one would fight. The Ashford name carried weight. When they accused you of stealing, you were guilty. No investigation. No chance to defend yourself. Just fired and blacklisted. Their savings ran out last week. Now we were being evicted. My father looked ten years older than he had three months ago. His shoulders were slumped, defeat written all over him. My mother couldn't stop crying. I wanted to com

Chapter 3: Aria's POV I woke up staring at the ceiling of my dorm room. Elena was asleep in the other bed, snoring softly. The clock on my nightstand said 5:47 AM. Way too early for a Sunday, but I couldn't sleep anymore. My mind wouldn't stop. Every time I closed my eyes I saw the crash. My mother's neck bent wrong. My father slumped over the wheel. Blood everywhere. I sat up and pressed my palms against my eyes. I needed to do something. Hiding didn't work the last time so I needed to be smarter. I needed a plan that would actually protect my family. I got out of bed quietly and grabbed my laptop from my desk. The screen was bright in the dark room. I squinted and pulled up a search engine. Matthias Ashford. Caden's father. Results flooded the screen. Photos from business conferences. Articles about the Ashford Security Empire. A Wikipedia page with his basic information. I clicked on the Wikipedia entry first. Matthias Ashford. Age 40. Lycan Alpha of the A

Chapter 5 Aria's POV I barely slept. By the time morning came I was already awake, staring at my phone as the notifications kept rolling in. Messages from people I didn't even know. Comments on the fake photos that kept getting worse. ...slut ...bet she fucked him for money ...daddy issues much?I reported the posts. Flagged them on every platform I could find. Sent emails to the university administration with screenshots and timestamps. Nothing happened. The photos kept spreading. Elena woke up around eight and immediately started her own campaign. She posted on every social media platform she had, saying the photos were fake, that someone was targeting me, that people needed to stop sharing lies. "This is bullshit," she muttered, typing furiously on her phone. "Absolute bullshit." A few people listened to her. Her friends commented in support. But for every person who believed the photos were fake, ten more shared them anyway. By noon I had to turn my phone off complete

Chapter 7Getting back through the front door was easier than it should have been.The guard at the entrance recognized me from twenty minutes ago and waved me through without question. Maybe he assumed I'd forgotten something. Maybe he didn't care either way. I didn't stop to find out. I walked back into the entrance hall like I had a reason to be there and turned left down the corridor I hadn't been allowed to explore during the interview.The estate had its own logic once you got past the expensive surfaces. Hallways that split and split again, some leading to formal rooms kept for appearances, others narrowing into working parts of the house, laundry, storage, maintenance access. My parents had worked here long enough that I'd heard them describe the layout at dinner. I was betting on that memory now.I found the service corridor and followed it toward the back of the house.The maintenance depot was a low building set apart from the main house, connected by a covered walkway. I c

Chapter 9 I didn't sleep after that.I lay in the dark with the phone face-down on the mattress and stared at the ceiling until the room went from black to grey to the pale washed-out colour of early morning. My mother's breathing stayed slow and steady beside me the whole time. I was grateful she was asleep. I didn't have the energy to look calm for her right now.At six I got up, washed my face, and pulled on yesterday's clothes.The corridor was empty. The kitchen smelled like coffee already brewing on a timer, rich and dark, filling the whole service wing. I poured a cup and stood at the window drinking it while the grounds outside went from shadow to shape.The east lawn looked ordinary in the morning light. Just grass. Just trees at the property wall. Nothing that looked like the place where my father had been left bleeding on a concrete floor twelve hours ago.I pulled up the university forum on my phone.The thread had forty-seven replies now.I read through them with the sam