All Chapters of Reborn;You Lost Me Forever: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

The man with the scar pulled the burner phone back to my face, staring down at the glowing screen. A short, sharp laugh burst from his chest—a sound filled with pure, cruel mockery that made me flinch."You hear that, little miss?" he sneered, leaning down until his eyes were inches from mine. "Your old man’s made up his mind. You’re a disgrace."I didn’t even know how to defend myself anymore. My tongue felt heavy, coating my mouth with the copper taste of my own blood. I just stared blindly at the phone. The glowing screen felt less like a device and more like a death sentence.The scarred man flicked his gaze toward Jax, who was standing under the flickering light, silently waiting for instructions. "Boss said we finish this tonight. No more games."He reached into his jacket pocket and pulled out a heavy black handgun. He held it up, inspecting the metal casually before thrusting the cold steel barrel right against my cheek. I shivered violently, pulling my head back as far as the

The sharp crack echoed off the walls.My head snapped to the side, the stinging heat bursting across my cheek like a sudden fire. My vision blurred for a fraction of a second, the metallic taste of fresh blood instantly filling my mouth where my teeth cut the inside of my lip.The room fell into an absolute, suffocating silence.Mom didn't gasp. Karl didn't jump. Even Claire's pathetic, sniffling whimpers cut off into a quiet gasp of shock.In my first life, this was the exact moment I would have broken down. I would have dropped to my knees, holding my burning face, sobbing violently while suffocating under the weight of their rejection. I would have screamed “I’m sorry!” to a father who didn't care and a mother who despised my existence.This time, I didn't even shed a tear.Slowly, deliberately, I turned my head back. I met my father’s glaring, bloodshot eyes. My expression didn't flicker with pain, rage, or fear. It was completely, terrifyingly blank."You slapped me," I said, my

I opened the door and stepped out into the crisp morning air, leaving the monsters behind in their paradise.Before I could reach the gates, two men stepped into my path. They were the security guards my father had hired to keep the estate safe. They lowered their heads, taking me in from head to toe."Where are you heading, little miss?" one of them asked, crossing his arms over his chest.I stared at the heavy iron gates. Where was I really going?In my last life, I had done this exact same thing. I ran away, naively believing they would come looking for me. Two days passed without a single call, and I ended up having to call them myself.The guards waited for my answer, their eyes darting toward the main house. They were probably expecting my mother or father to come storming out after me. I couldn't even blame them for being nervous. They were the ones who usually caught the heat whenever I acted like a brat who couldn't handle her emotions.I took a deep breath and forced a empty

Difficult. The word sounded bitterly familiar. Of course I was always the "difficult" one. In their eyes, I was the daughter who was supposed to endure everything—even being shoved repeatedly against a wall—and still smile, bowing my head in quiet gratitude for their crumbs of affection. "And what happens then? Do I get my room back?" I asked, my voice dangerously steady. My mother's expression tightened, her lips pressing into a thin, brittle line. She didn't answer immediately. Instead, she turned to Claire and patted her hand with an affectionate, exaggerated tenderness that felt entirely performative. "We'll see," Mother said finally, her tone completely dismissive. "If you can show us that you've matured, if you can act like a proper member of this family instead of a spoiled child, then maybe things will change." Claire tilted her head, her eyes wide, innocent, and guileless. "Stella, please don't be mad at Mom. We just want peace in the house. Isn't that what everyone

Diane's face paled. She didn't answer immediately, her gaze dropping to the floor. The silence between us stretched, filled only by the faint hum of the house settling around us."I'll see what I can do, Miss Stella," she whispered. Her voice was tight and controlled. "I'll bring some cleaning supplies tomorrow morning. Before anyone else is awake."She lingered for a moment, her hand gripping the doorframe as if she wanted to say more. Then, with a quick nod, she turned and hurried down the hallway, her footsteps fading into nothing.I stood in the cold bathroom, holding the warm mug between my hands. The steam hit my face, soothing my throat for a second.Downstairs, I could hear the faint sound of Claire's laughter again. It was light and almost musical, drifting up through the vents. It sounded so happy. So completely at home."She sounds like a spoiled brat," I mumbled to myself and walked out of the bathroom.I stepped back into the room and set the tray on the cracked desk. The