All Chapters of Cursed Ugly Mate: Reborn for Vengeance: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

LeahJustin’s hands were everywhere—rough, insistent, groping like he owned me. His fingers dug into my hips, pinning me down against the cold, uneven ground. The fabric of my torn dress hung in shreds around me, exposing skin that prickled in the night air. He leaned in closer, breath hot and ragged against my neck, his weight pressing me deeper into the dirt. “Come on, ugly,” he muttered, voice thick with forced excitement. “Just relax. This’ll be over quick.”I wanted to claw his eyes out. To shift and tear his throat open with my teeth. But my body stayed limp, trapped in the drug’s vise. Every touch sent revulsion crawling under my skin like insects—his palms sliding up my thighs, squeezing, claiming what wasn’t his. The violation burned, but I bit down on the panic. Screamed silently at my wolf to wait. To hold.Ella stood nearby, phone raised, the soft glow of the screen illuminating her smug face. She held me down with one foot pressed against my shoulder, her heel digging in

LeahI walked—limping slightly, bloodied and half-naked but head high—toward Justin. He scrambled backward on his elbows, face swollen and purple, terror leaking from every pore.“W-what are you doing?” he stammered. “The cops are coming! My mom’s a judge! She’ll bury you—”I crouched in front of him, close enough that he could see every bruise Ella had left, every smear of blood. My voice came out soft. Deadly calm.“You tried to rape me. Now you’re playing victim? Cute.” I tilted my head. “You love filming things, don’t you? Good. This time you’re the star. Do exactly what I say. Or…” I leaned closer. “Your mother’s up for re-election soon. Imagine the headlines. Her golden boy caught assaulting the girl the Dowager Queen Mother just blessed. She won’t just lose her seat. You’ll both be rogues by spring.”Justin’s bladder gave out. The sharp, acrid smell hit the air. He sobbed openly.“I’ll do anything—anything! Just don’t—”Kaelen stepped up beside me, handing back my phone. The ca

LeahJudge Reed's face changed—fast. The warmth vanished. Red eyes narrowed to slits.“Little brat,” she hissed, “I’m offering you a way out. A ladder down from the ledge you’ve climbed onto. Don’t be stupid enough to spit on it.”I smiled—small, polite, the smile of someone who’d already won.“Judge Reed, I came to this station to report a crime. Your nephew, Justin Reed, drugged me, attempted to rape me, and planned to film and distribute the assault online. I have an eyewitness who pulled him off me before he could finish. I have physical evidence—bruises, blood, toxicology waiting to be run. I’m not here to negotiate. I’m here to file a complaint.”I paused just long enough for the silence to press against her.“And since you walked into this room,” I continued, “I’ve been recording. Every word. Your comments about my appearance. Your repeated attempts to induce me to extort money from you in exchange for dropping a felony charge. All of it.”I nodded toward the small crossbody ba

LeahClassic. The victim play. The tears. The guilt trip.I looked down at her hand on my arm, then back at her face—calm, almost gentle.“Ella orchestrated Justin’s attempt to rape me,” I said quietly. “That’s public knowledge now. Innocent white flowers don’t drug people and order assaults. She and Justin beat me until I bled. If Kaelen hadn’t arrived, I’d be dead. She made her choices. The world condemned her for them. If she chose to end her life rather than face the consequences, how is that my fault? Should I have let them kill me quietly so she could keep her reputation?”Martha’s mouth worked soundlessly.I continued, voice still soft. “Besides, the only building in this pack tall enough for a real fall is this house. Jumping from the second floor? That’s not suicide. That’s theater. Anyone with eyes can see it.”Martha stared—struck dumb.I stepped out of her grip. “I used to swallow every insult, every slight, every meal I was denied. I stayed quiet to keep the peace. But pe

LeahAll those years of gentle smiles, late-night conversations, promises whispered in the dark… and he’d known. Everyone around him had known. Only I—the naive, lovesick fool—had been blind.Samuel’s voice dropped to something colder than winter. “Power is the only thing that matters. Women are rewards that come after victory. Ella will always be the one I love. And if she truly loves me, she’ll understand that everything I do is for her. Now send the flowers to Leah. And arrange dinner tonight. Just the two of us.”The wheelchair rolled away. Damian’s footsteps followed.I stayed under the car until the sound faded completely.Then I crawled out, brushed dirt from my jeans, and slid into the driver’s seat.I gripped the wheel so hard my knuckles whitened.I’d thought I was past feeling anything for Samuel. I’d told myself the love was dead, burned away by betrayal.But hearing him speak so casually—reducing me to a tool, a stepping stone, while calling Ella his true love—cracked som