Mother's Vengeance Love Reborn นิยาย & เรื่องราว

As for this mother of hers, she’s useless anyway. Don’t get her wrong. No no… she did love her as her mother but now, all that love was gone and the only thing she feel for her right now was hatred. Looking at her made her realize that she came from a useless womb. A cursed womb and a dirty womb. A woman who could pin a child on someone else that wasn’t even the father of her baby. How useless could anyone be? She has never seen a useless person other than her mother. If she gets out of here, she was also going to have her revenge on her by making her rot here to death. She was going to revenge on her for even giving birth to her in the first place and for getting pregnant for a nobody. Such

I had emerged from the crucible of darkness, fueled by a mother's love and fortified by the power of the Divine Essence. With my resolve unyielding, I ventured forth, prepared to face whatever awaited me. For I was Nemesis, a mother on a mission of restoration, and nothing could stand in the way of my reunion with my children. The final chapter of our tale was yet to be written, but with love as my compass and the Divine Essence as my guiding light, I knew that our triumph was within reach.

She had always been fed with lies by Weiwei, she was even the one that asked her not to believe whatever Long Chen says. Not even in her wildest dreams would she have thought that the person she trusted with all her life and heart would end up being the one to end her life. "If I'm lucky to meet you in my next life. I'll hold you tight and never let you go. Long Chen." She said deep in her heart. And to the betrayers, she cursed out. "Kang Li and Shi Weiwei, you'll suffer in pain, you will wish for death but you won't die. You'll suffer till you will breath your last breath." She thought and couldn't help but think of her unborn baby which she aborted with her own hands.

A soft, wind like voice, whispered from above. The Moon Goddess! Sharon bowed her head in reverence. "Where am I?" She whispered. "In between worlds on your way to the afterlife child." Sharon's breath caught. "My Goddess you saw what they did to me. I am innocent of all I was accused of." "I know. Your heart is pure. What was done to you was unjust, that is why I am granting your wish and giving you the option of returning." "What?' Sharon exclaimed. "Yes. Rebirth. A second life in a new body. You will carry every memory of your betrayal, so that when the time comes you will make them pay."

"I don’t wanna come from a broken home, daddy. I don't want to-" I pulled her head against my chest, holding her as she sobbed in my arms. I had no one but myself to blame. She did nothing wrong. She didn’t ask to be born. The last thing she deserved was an irresponsible mother. "Can't you two try?" she begged. "For me at least. Mom really loves you and I know you could be happy with her. Do you really want Caroline? But she's the other woman. She's not-not my mother and I'm never going to call her mom-"

Eve shouted angrily, her eyes red due to fury, tears already threatening to escape. Seeing her crying, the man felt as if his heart was pierced by needles. He let out a sigh and said, “Don’t forget that I am your father. You have to respect me. Also, if you continue shouting like this and one of the servants reports to your mother, do you think that we will be able to convince her to turn against that wretched girl when they come back?”

“Your death has shifted the balance. The Bloodmoon Pack will fracture. Their Alpha will weaken. And darkness beyond their borders waits.” I didn’t care about their fate. I cared about mine. “What happens to me?” I asked. “Your soul stands at a crossroads,” she replied. “You may cross into the eternal wilds… or you may return.” My eyes snapped open. “Return?” “Rebirth,” she clarified. “Not as you were. Not the gentle Luna who forgave too easily. You will remember. You will feel. You will carry your rage.” My pulse — impossible as it was — quickened.

My initial heartbreak, that sharp, sudden pain of seeing my mother's enduring connection, began to curdle into resentment. I became bitter all over again about my mother forgiving my dad. Not just forgiving, but seemingly still loving him. It felt like a personal affront, a betrayal of my own pain, my own fight. All the anger I'd painstakingly channeled into a quest for revenge, all the hurt I'd suppressed, bubbled back to the surface. It was as if my mother, in her fragile state, had somehow minimized the severity of his crimes by showing him even a shred of leniency.

This was about vengeance. I set the phone down, fingers trembling, then curling into fists. Let them think I was gone. Let them believe they had buried me. Because I was back. And this time, I wasn’t their prey. I was the fire coming for them in the dark.