บททั้งหมดของ Reborn, Pregnant, and Plotting: บทที่ 1 - บทที่ 10

“Silence.”The judge’s voice cracked through the courtroom, and the room that had been drowning in chaos finally quieted down. The screens above the walls still flashed with live comments, public votes, and case summaries, but the actual room went still enough for every breath to sound too loud. The defendant sat inside the enclosed cage in the center of the courtroom, her eyes closed, both hands resting over her round belly as if the entire court, the cameras, the angry lawyers, and the noble families watching from the upper balconies were nothing more than background noise she had already grown tired of hearing.Three lawyers and their representatives from the plaintiff’s side stood in front of the judge’s bench, still half-turned toward one another like they wanted to keep fighting even after being ordered to shut up. They had spent hours yelling over each other, not because they disagreed on Vera Ross’s guilt, but because each side wanted the harshest punishment attached to its ow

“Your Honor, I do not have all day,” Vera said, her voice cutting through the courtroom before the lawyers could start another round of barking at each other. She kept one hand under her belly and the other pressed against the side of her cage, not because she needed support from fear, but because her back was killing her and she was tired of pretending this circus deserved her full strength. “Everyone is tired here. Maybe none of you understand what it means to be pregnant because I am the first woman in three hundred years to actually carry children, but maybe I need to spell this out for you. I am five months pregnant with three babies inside me. My back hurts. I am hungry. I have no powers, no lawyer, and no patience left to listen to this trial over and over again. The lawyers made their case. Their clients want nothing to do with the children. Am I right?”The courtroom went quiet again, but this time the silence had teeth. The judge looked down at the files in front of him, the

Vera sat inside the space car and finally let her shoulders drop. The guard had brought her water and a small snack, and for a moment, neither of them spoke. To him, this whole situation was ridiculous. He and his wife had spent every saving they had just to nurture one child from a tube, and those three men, who controlled most of the wealth and power in the galaxy, had managed to create three children without spending a single coin, without praying over a glass chamber, without selling pieces of their lives to afford a chance. He felt bad for the woman in front of him, but he could not understand why she was smiling after being sentenced to exile in the garbage sector.Vera did not explain herself. She leaned back against the seat, closed her eyes, and slipped into the space inside her mind. In her former life, she had collected everything she could get her hands on. Food, seeds, medicine, weapons, tools, books, water filters, old machines, spare parts, blankets, and anything else t

“Ahh, this is amazing,” Vera said, stretching her arms above her head while the guard stared at her like she had lost her mind. “My paradise.”She started walking, and the farther she moved from the border line, the better she felt. Of course, no one in the galaxy with a working survival instinct would willingly step on this planet. Even the people who sent mentally collapsed citizens, beasts, criminals, and unwanted bloodlines here would never place their own polished boots on this ground. But if they did, if they stopped wrinkling their noses at the garbage long enough to feel the pulse under the dirt, they would understand this land was not dead at all. This sector healed. The air here was preserved, the soil was rich under all the waste, and with time, it could become much better than anything the galaxy imagined. Vera smiled again, though calling it a smile was not fully fair. She was grinning from ear to ear. Who would not? This place might have been called a garbage sector,

She looked up at the last attacker and smiled.On any normal day, Vera should not have looked dangerous at all. She was barely five feet tall, dressed in a white dress that had no business being on a garbage planet, with skinny arms, thin legs, and a belly heavy with three babies. But now the white dress was soaked and splattered with blood, her hair stuck to her face, her machete hung loose in one hand, and the ground around her was covered with bodies that had been alive less than a minute ago. She looked too small for the damage she had caused, and that made the sight worse. She did not look like a woman who had survived an attack. She looked like a demon who had been interrupted during dinner and was deciding whether the last person standing was worth the effort.“Do you want to test me?” Vera asked, her smile widening just enough to show him she would not mind if he made the wrong choice.“No,” the bandit said, staggering back.His red eyes flickered with the first clear spark o