Reborn to Rewrite the Throne
“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.