Jobless Reincarnation Rudeus Wives Novels & Stories

This time, Sadie Blake—his wife—stepped forward with fire in her green eyes. "Don't you dare speak about my husband that way," she said. "Don't you dare come into our wedding and show such disrespect." "Your husband?" Marcus sneered. "This isn't a marriage, Sadie. This is charity work. You've condemned yourself to a lifetime of taking care of an invalid who will never be able to give you what a real man could." That was when Marcus lunged forward, his hands reaching for Damien's throat. But Sadie was faster, throwing herself between them without hesitation.

Selena typed back calmly. That’s because he thinks power is loud. A pause. Then another message. Be careful. She looked at the screen, then at the city beyond the window. I already died once, she replied. Carefulness is all I have now. The door creaked open. Her husband leaned in, sleepy and careless. “Did you approve the supplier extension?” he asked. “Yes.” “And the interim voting proxies?” “Yes.” He nodded. “Good. Handle whatever else comes up. I trust you.”

After all, who would not be angry if their own wife-to-be tried to kill them on their first meeting? Ezkiel Evan Orlando, the man who sits in a wheelchair, is Finola's future husband as well as the reason the girl wanted to commit suicide before this. Evan was a great billionaire before a big accident took everything he had before. The accident killed his entire family, except for Evan, who miraculously survived despite having to depend on a wheelchair for the rest of his life. His family's abundant wealth began to be taken away one by one from the man since they took Evan's illness for taking over some of the man's wealth. His life has faded, until now the man prefers to live only with his

“That’s actually what I was hoping to talk to you about tonight, Ruby.” “What do you mean?” “You’ve seemed different lately. Ever since you called off your wedding to Lucas and got engaged to Caleb of all people.” He raised his hands in mock innocence. “I know you’ve told me he isn’t as bad as he always seemed, but I just don’t understand.” “It’s hard to explain,” I said, looking away from him. How could I possibly explain everything, my rebirth, the visions of the past I keep seeing, and even his own violent death?

After hearing this, Jeffrey's friends said happily, "Jeffrey, you're going to become the CEO!" Jeffrey, with a smug expression, warned me, "Don't assume marrying me will bring you success. Your arrogance annoys me. I've learned from my past mistakes. I'll marry you, but not into your family. Also, ensure a good position for Rosalie before our marriage." Before I could clarify that my wedding plans had nothing to do with him, I was surprised to discover that he, too, was reborn. In my previous life, it was a Zachary family servant's reminder that revealed their affair. With a fresh start, he seemed no different.

"You know how that kid happened. Good riddance. You don't deserve my child. Only Alicia does." I knew what he meant. Teresa, desperate for a grandkid, had spiked his milk to get us together. Billy always thought it was me, no matter how hard I tried to explain it. Since I got pregnant, he'd been cold to me and stuck with Alicia all the time, saying he owed her. Just then, Emily sent a video of Teresa, beaten and bruised. Her legs were detached, and she moaned in pain, "Billy, I can't take it. Save me!"

“It’s brilliant, but it’s also dangerous. Technology like this could disrupt entire industries. That’s why they want to stop you.” Paulina met his gaze, her determination burning brighter than ever. “Then we can’t let them win.” As dawn approached, Elijah’s phone buzzed with an alert. He frowned as he read the message. “What is it?” Paulina asked. “They’ve identified the man we encountered at the facility,” Elijah said. “His name’s Marcus Hayes. He’s ex-military, now working as a hired gun. Whoever hired him is well-funded and well-connected.” Paulina’s heart sank. “Do you think it’s someone from Vincent’s network?”

I never thought I would be reborn. The image of Yuna dying in my arms still felt so vivid. In my previous life, I had died miserably. Yuna only had one wish as she took her last breath, which was to see her father, whom she hadn't seen for over a month. But I couldn't bear to tell her the truth that I couldn't reach Andrew Kettler at all. No matter how many messages I sent or how many times I begged him, it would always fall on deaf ears.

That was the closest thing to comfort that I had felt in a long time, and I wanted to bask in it. As I sank my head into the velvet seat, I ran my head through the new things I had learned. I was alive. My name was Melanie Carter. I lost my daughter, Ellie. My husband was the murderer. And I was out for revenge.

“That is my name. I am Resin, first of the Lycan Hybrids. Warrior of the Forgotten Wars. Death did not grant me rest; the Spirit World chose me to guard this island until balance is restored. And now… it seems fate has brought us together.” I stared at him, my pulse quickening. He stepped closer, his golden eyes scanning mine. “You are more than a runaway, Adolfa. Much more. You are the Reborn Goddess—the one who must restore what was broken.” I blinked. “That’s impossible. I’m just—” “—A Wereraven and Lycan hybrid,” he interrupted. “An extremely rare combination, a being of balance and chaos. You were once a goddess, the greatest of them all. And now, reborn, you must reclaim that power… or