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“Tsk! Damn insanity. But I understand where this is all heading into. Your wants and needs for me to do and decided. You wanted my approval, right?” “A bit, but not the whole. For HE wanted that you shouldn’t interfere with the thing that will about to happen. The day when she will be reborn.” Daniela knew what the little girl means. The reborn is not a type of reincarnation, but a thing to complete one that is broken. But for now, she doesn’t want to think about it, for what she needed to do right now, is a bit defying HIS will, but will never hurt HIS plan.

Jane repeated herself, though she sounded far less confident this time. “…Baby Victor.” Jayden looked from her to me. Then back to her again. “…What exactly is a Baby Victor?” I rubbed a hand over my face. “This is going to sound absolutely ridiculous.” “It already does.” Jane took a careful step forward. “The old records mention rebirth.” Jayden didn’t interrupt. “They suggest that when certain ancient creatures die, their souls don’t disappear forever.” He still said nothing. “They’re… reborn.” Jayden slowly nodded.

The grass had grown back, thick and green, covering the spot where Silas had collapsed. There was no trace of the wedding left. No hint of the "nanny" who had scrubbed floors for a man who never existed. I looked at my parents. They are alive, safe, and free. I had lost a decade in a nightmare, but I had gained a lifetime in truth. I was thirty in a twenty-year-old’s body, carrying the wisdom of a survivor and the power of an heiress. I didn’t need a man to guide me down the aisle. I didn’t need a sister to hold my veil. I walked into my home, head held high, ready to shape a future that no one would ever steal from me again.

And suddenly, rebirth didn’t feel like a miracle. It felt like a promise he had already made—before the world ever gave him a second chance.

If you are looking for a way to get my attention, then this won't work'. Tears trickled down my cheeks, my grip tightened around the phone, and my jaw clenched tightly. I didn't know what was going on right now, and why I was seeing this day again after almost two years instead of being dead after the fire outbreak, but I guess it was for a reason. As much as I wanted to conclude that I was given another chance and had been reborn, I didn't want to give myself so much hope. Besides, that was never possible.

Austen stood guard anxiously outside the ward, telling me to call him immediately if anything was wrong. I knew he had natural hostility towards Gilbert. But I didn’t want him to know that I was actually a reborn person. Meeting Gilbert’s cold gaze, I smiled calmly: “Brother, I know you’ve been reborn too.” “In this new life, I’ve left you as you wished. To erase the child that you truly hated, I even almost lost my life.” “What else do you want? I won’t tell anyone about what happened that night. It’s ends here.”

This is the only logical explanation for what is going on. They are really reborn?

They both had traveled for a wedding outside the country, and couldn't make it back… They died in a plane crash. Even though I had my grandpa, I felt lonely for years, and for the first time months ago when I first saw Jessica at that party, something in me that seemed to have been dead for years, awoke… I felt alive again. A knock came at my door, slamming me back to reality, then Jess's voice followed. “Are you there, Mr. Hall?” I reached for the door, wearing a sweet smile. “Hey… do you need help?” Her charming eyes locked on me, pure, innocent, and cute, melting my heart… as always.

Life would look normal from the outside. But she knew the truth: The story had changed. The world had widened. The danger was real. This wasn’t just rebirth and revenge anymore. This was survival.