Novel & Cerita Rebirth Of Vengeance

​I didn't give a damn about their empty, pathetic threats. ​In my first life, I had died because I was pathetic. I had died because I foolishly trusted the hollow kindness of others, paralyzed by a naive, suffocating fear. But now? I was a cold-blooded tactician reborn from the very depths of hell itself. I had clawed my way back to life for one reason only: vengeance. I would never again allow a single soul, or any twisted trial system, to look down on my existence. ​Suddenly, a massive, burning-hot hand clamped around my waist from behind, gripping me with a brutal, terrifying possessiveness.

“Yeah, we can do that. Do you want to do that now?” I didn’t respond. He started walking towards the torch. I watched him, confused. “What are you doing?” He looked at me innocently. “We will burn them to the ground just like what you wanted,” Don’t kill him, Mireya. Don’t kill him. I keep on reminding myself over and over again. I shouldn’t kill this asshole. He was the reason I was reborn. I somehow owe my life to him. “You have no plan of avenging your mother?”

She had been reborn once in silence. This time, she would be reborn in vengeance

Yet in her eyes burned a new fire, a promise to herself that she would no longer be a victim. Her phone buzzed with a message from Noah: "Everything is set. Tomorrow, they will know the truth." Elena took a deep breath and texted back, "We will break this cycle." She knew the journey ahead would be dangerous, but she was determined to reclaim her life and the legacy that was rightfully hers.

I could still hear her voice, trembling yet proud, confessing the unthinkable as if it were proof of her devotion. And here she was, acting like a fragile little thing, while her eyes practically screamed that she’d already won. My thoughts turned dark. I looked at Vance and wondered if this was really what he wanted. Did he want a woman who would kill her own blood just to get into his bed? And, if she could kill her own pup, what else would she do? What else would he let her do? The betrayal wasn't just him anymore. It was both of them. Standing there in my own bedroom, I felt a new kind of fire starting to burn in my chest. It wasn't love, and it wasn't pain, it was a promise of vengeance

I had burned the villa and burned alongside it, my hands tightly embracing my daughter’s ashes… And yet, here I was, in the pack hall, kneeling in front of the elders, as I was taken back to the day that had to be the beginning of my undoing, 9 years ago. Their conversation was too distinct for it to be a memory. My knees hurt because of the shards digging into the skin of my knees, but it was the best grounding feeling ever. This wasn’t a dream or a life flashback. This was real. Too real for it to be a figment of my imagination. Heavens, I could not believe my luck... I had not even dared to make such a wish. My reborn was as unexpected as it was welcome. This could be my chance. My chance

I went to the hospital for a checkup and found out I wasn't just showing signs of early menopause; I also had diabetes and high blood pressure. Marcus not only mocked my appearance but also openly brought other women to the villa for the night. I was so furious that I had a stroke and collapsed, begging him to take me to the hospital. Without sparing me a glance, he walked straight into our bedroom with the woman he'd brought home. By the time someone found me the next day, it was too late. I died on the way to the hospital. Now that I'd been given a second chance at life, I was determined to uncover the cause and never let history repeat itself.

They'd survived thirteen years of neglect, waiting underground for someone to give them a chance to bloom again. She carefully cleared around them, gave them space to breathe, and felt something uncomfortably like hope stir in her chest. She crushed it immediately. Hope was dangerous. Hope made you soft, made you hesitate. She was here for revenge, not redemption.

And somehow, she had returned. Panic rose, but it didn’t last. Fear had no place here anymore. Trevon had thought he could end her, but the universe had other plans. She was alive, and this second chance came with a promise: this time, she would control her destiny. Stepping onto the streets, the city seemed to recognize her rebirth. Everything smelled sharper, brighter, more dangerous. Faces had changed, but the rhythm of the city hadn’t skipped a beat. And somewhere in the chaos, she would find her revenge—and maybe, a new kind of love.

I told her about the wish. The last-moment request made in the specific desperation of a man who understood he had been outmaneuvered and wanted one more chance to do it differently. The shock of waking reborn. The disorientation of inhabiting a body that was entirely his own but felt newly occupied, like furniture rearranged in a familiar room. I told her about the wolf. How he had been diminished from the moment of the rebirth. The muted frequency, the inexplicable silence of something that had always been present. The pack healers with their careful advice that changed nothing.