Rebirth As The Villainous Duke Mga Nobela at Kwento

“Duke, you have to listen to me. I don’t know why I didn’t tell you this last time I guess I was in shock. But what I should have told you is that I am working on taking Lorenzo down from the inside. There are good people in the Romano mafia, and I am trying to find a way to shut it down, so the innocent people don’t get punished. But I am so sorry that I took away something you really worked hard for the last few years.” Duke softly caressed my cheek, “It is okay Vanessa. It doesn’t matter anymore. You see that is just the thing. I have been driven by revenge for the last few years, the Romano family became an obsession for me. Ever since I found out what happened to my sister I have been l

I wished people, or any beings that lived in this world, could understand how beautiful their world was, stop the fighting, stop control and just appreciate it. “The Duke will be pieced together this soon, and I will make him suffer for what he did to you,” Creed's guttural growl had me stiffen. I didn’t even want to hear about the Duke anymore. I was over it all. “That is the first step for this war to unravel. Once he tells me who is in charge of the whole rebellion, it will be much easier to put a stop to it.” My heart rate quickened, feeling the heat from his chest. The fire that sat in his torso grew almost too hot to touch.

She said I had everything going for me, and she wanted to take it for herself. Elias explained that our fates were bound. If something bad happened to me, she'd be affected too. So, she needed a stand-in to take the hit. In the end, the two of them found Mirabelle and lured her with promises of marrying into wealth and prosperity. My men found a voodoo doll with my and Mirabelle's names on it in Elias' room. He was about to destroy it when Elias lunged forward, clutching the doll to his chest. "No, you can't burn it! I'm telling you the truth; the curse has been plotted for too long.

He brought the medicinal paste that he had prepared in autumn from the fattest prey. The chieftain finally recovered within three days. I felt relieved that the chieftain was alright. Sean did not have to go out if that was the case. The pregnant females in the tribe began giving birth in the first month of winter. The tribe's females had strong bodies; they could give birth smoothly as long as they were well cared for. However, it was not the same case for Autumn. She had been pregnant with the offspring of the serpent man in her past life. Serpent offspring came from eggs, so Autumn also gave birth to eggs back then.

The night he found her in someone else’s arms—a moment burned into his memory forever. It wasn’t just pain that lived inside him now. It was rage. Rage at her. Rage at himself. Rage at how completely he had loved someone who never truly loved him back. She broke something in him. Something sacred. And no—he wasn’t the same man she left behind. He wasn’t that struggling boy from Tondo anymore. He was Duke Sandoval. The billionaire heir. And if fate ever dared to cross their paths again… He’d make damn sure she realized—

Titan rolls his eyes. “You know my Duchess, Ada, told Gabby that I would do whatever it took to make you reject Gabby. I thought to myself, I won’t have to go too far. But you know, I think I might need to go too far,” Duke stands up and looks down at Titan. Duke closes his eyes preparing for what he is about to do. “Titan Estes, by command of The Werewolf Grand Duke, under the Authority of the Royal House, given to us by the goddess of the moon, I order you reject your mate and set her free from your torture.”

she mumbled, trying to regain her footing, her eyes meeting mine with a feigned confidence. I raised an eyebrow. “What do you mean by that?” I asked, pausing for effect, before leaning in closer. “Ah… I see. You must consider the one you gave birth to as your *only* child.” Her eyes darkened as she scoffed. “But that’s exactly what you’re doing! Passing over the firstborn who’s worked hard all this time, and instead, you want to put the one who *left* in the successor’s seat?” She was yelling now, her panic turning to fury as she spat the words. “The whole world will say, ‘Stepmothers are going to be stepmothers, after all!’”

"I tried getting to know him, but he was so closed off and suspicious of everything and everyone. I think that he knew that I was sent to kill him. Long story short, I didn't kill him, I killed those who sent me instead. I remember stabbing the king's heart, slitting the duke's throat, turning people against them and bringing them to support me, cutting ties with my father, and becoming the Duke of Wesborne." She stared at him, rendered completely speechless.

It turned out that she was also reborn. She threw herself into Dario's arms and called his name in a sweet voice. Holding her adoptive parents' hands, she cast a smug glance at me. "Livia, you can take the role of the mafia Principessa. I'm not cut out for that life." I looked at Dario, my husband in my last life, expecting him to say something, but instead, he shielded Regina like a prized possession. His cold gaze turned to me. "Stay away from my sister."

“Hazel, do not pretend this is about principle. You simply refuse to yield.” “And if I refuse?” I asked. He leaned closer, lowering his voice, as though offering me a secret kindness rather than an insult. “In your last life, you wanted nothing more than to bear my child. You never did. If you agree to my terms now, I will grant you what you failed to have before—a child of your own.” For a split second, the world seemed to tilt. Had he been reborn as well? The certainty in his eyes confirmed it. He knew I had once loved him enough to bleed for him.