Novel Reformation Of The Deadbeat Noble นิยาย & เรื่องราว

At the centre of it, all were Henry and Williams Hamilton, their faces circled in red ink. Her gaze fell to a file sitting on her desk. It was marked with the name Arthur Greys, the eldest son of the family and heir apparent to Henry's biggest supporter. Arthur had a carefully crafted reputation as the “golden child,” the one who could do no wrong. But Lily knew better. Arthur’s weaknesses were clear—gambling, addiction, and a penchant for reckless decisions that the Grey's family had worked hard to keep buried. If she could expose him using Hamilton as the base, the ripple effect would destabilize the entire corporation between the two families.

What's the first thing you'd do if you were reborn? Me? I'd start by divorcing my husband, Finn Gallagher. Yeah, Finn Gallagher, the same man who runs half the underworld from behind closed doors. The Don. The richest man alive. The man women dream about; his face plastered on magazines, named "Sexiest Man Alive" five years in a row. In my last life, I tried everything to make him look at me like I mattered. I married him. I gave birth to his son. I swallowed every ounce of pride, trying to be the perfect wife.

I'll make sure you go to your grave with the truth! "What's in it for you if I die?" I inquired. Mirabelle threw her head back and guffawed as though that was the funniest thing she'd ever heard. "Have you gone senile? Once you die, everything that's yours becomes mine—your fortune, your social standing, your rich and handsome husband. Everything will belong to me!" I nodded thoughtfully. "I see. You were used because of your greed." Her laughter died away, and her face flushed crimson. "What do you mean by that? Listen here, Marc said he'll marry me as soon as you die!"

But in my previous life, when I'd given her this same sapphire necklace, she'd been so moved she'd thrown herself into my arms, tearfully expressing her love for me. Yet this time, her face was twisted with disgust… and I saw hatred in her eyes. Could it be that she had been reborn as well? Lorraine picked up the necklace she'd just destroyed and hurled it at my face, shrieking, "Take this back and get out of my sight, Cyrus! I don't need your pity. I, Lorraine Jensen, can make a place for myself in this world!" The necklace hit me in the face so hard that it hurt. Everyone around us gasped.

"Guards, restrain this disrespectful brat! I'll teach this scoundrel a lesson he won't forget!" At his command, two burly wolf guards moved forward, pinning Caleb down forcefully. As the cane was raised again, Caleb struggled, yelling, "Grandpa, you've got it all wrong! I didn't do anything!" At that critical moment, I let out a sigh and intervened. "Father, please. Don't upset yourself." Hearing that, Caleb froze. He turned his head to look at me, his eyes wide with shock. "You… you called him what?" "She calls me Father, you hear that?" Grandpa Elder huffed. "Two years ago, Elena became mates with your uncle! She is the rightful Luna of the Blackwood family. You will show her respect, got

Seeing me arrive, the servant who had thrown out Benedict’s things quickly ushered me inside and, with a disgusted look, kicked Benedict’s luggage. "Why are you still here? Get lost already!" Benedict’s expression was frighteningly dark. I smiled as I brushed past him, whispering softly, "How does it feel to fall from heaven to hell?" Without another glance at Benedict’s shocked eyes, I strode into the Page family estate. In his last life, this was the life he should’ve had. --- With Benedict out of the picture, I agreed to resume the collaboration with the Page family. I heard that Benedict had used what little money he had left to start a small company, promising both his customers and inv

Pardo, Alano's spoiled only son, had a straightforward yet ruthless personality. In my last life, under peer pressure, he agreed to race in the mountains and ended up in a car accident that cost him both legs. Confined to a wheelchair for the rest of his life, he grew even more ruthless, earning the nickname "Grim Reaper" within the mafia. Not hearing a response from me, he scoffed and said, "Shado, let's go." In just a few days, school would start again. Before that, Sabele took me on a tour of the estate to familiarize me with every corner of the mansion.

[ Status ] [ Strength: F ] [ Mana: F ] [ Speed: F ] [ Stamina: F ] [ Dexterity: F ] [ Luck: SSS ] Kael looked at the screen for a long time, and then his face slowly twisted. "F in everything? Are you serious?" No response. "What kind of second life is this?" Still nothing. He dragged a hand down his face and looked at the mirror again. This time, he noticed the clothes. It is a mage uniform. "So I really did get reborn into a fantasy world." Memories of his old life drifted back in broken pieces: office work, deadlines, cold coffee, a boss who made his day miserable, cheap meals, loneliness, and then the stupid chicken.

Hiding behind a boulder, I pulled up the feed on my phone. Soon, two rough voices crackled through. The kidnappers had arrived. "It's dark in there. Are they asleep? Let's grab the girl and ditch the guy," one said. The other snorted, "Ditch him? The hirer wants her to be humiliated in front of him." "Rich folks play dirty." "Enough pep talk. Let's get the job done." Joakim Dodson, a scar slicing across his nose and jaw, unzipped the tent. I recognized him instantly as one of my tormentors from my past life.