Romans & histoires Reborn: A Billionaire Phoenix

“I’ll be with you, every step. I love you, okay? You’ll be fine,” “Oh come on,” Elena chuckled lightly then winced against. “I’m not in the least bit scared. Okay? I’ve died before. Or did you forget I was reborn for revenge?” ……………………………………………………………………………………………. Twelve hours later. Elena and Marco Donatelli welcomed twin baby girls to the world. Both mother and children were perfectly healthy. THE END.

Emerald Gardens might not be as luxurious as Hampton Hills, but it was still one of the most expensive subdivisions in the city. She glanced at James, the little mandrill. As a de Lancy, he was a rich kid. Richard Simmons, if he lived in Emerald Gardens, then he must be a member of the Simmons Family who was the king of the entertainment industry in Altair. Then, an idea hit her. “James, what’s the name of the second best minion?” “Yann Bouchard,” he answered, and something clicked in her brain. “Bouchard as in Bouchard Medical City?” she asked, and James nodded.

“What are you all even talking about? Why would I get married to some random dude. I don’t even know him or even if I did, I do not want to get married.” “Look at this from a brighter perspective, Felix.” “You know, all my life,” Felix scoffed. “I’ve always thought you both were secretly homophobic towards me and here you both are. Asking me to get married to a man.” “This isn’t about being homophobic or not,” his dad said then exhaled. “The youngest billionaire in our country is gay too. And luckily and quite surprisingly, they are interested in you. You should jump at it. This is an opportunity for you to be-“

The one I wore the night he proposed. Victoria’s work. I picked it up. Put it on. It smelled like mildew and the girl I used to be. I opened my bank app. One last time. _Account Frozen._ I started laughing. The sound tore out of me like a nail from wood. I walked out the front door. Into the storm. Barefoot. The gate was locked. I climbed it. Steel cut my palms. My feet. I hit the pavement on the other side. Blood mixed with rain.

He was lifting his fist for another blow when I grabbed his arm. "Let it go, Nate." With this second chance at life, all I wanted was to properly make up for my poor son. As for Judy, I'd deal with her eventually—but there was no rush. That night, we completed the transfer to another hospital. While packing up in the hospital room, I overheard whispers from behind the curtain next door. My sister tried to lower her voice, but her excitement was impossible to hide. "I've been reborn. My son, Phillip, will become a big boss in the future."

The river shimmered, and the wind carried the scent of grass and wildflowers. Ophelia rested her head on his shoulder, their daughter sleeping soundly between them. “You know,” she said softly, “for the longest time, I thought being reborn meant I had to change fate. To rewrite the past.” He turned to her, listening silently. “But I was wrong,” she continued. “It wasn’t about rewriting anything. It was about understanding. Healing. Letting go.” She smiled faintly, eyes on the horizon. “I think I was reborn to learn that even broken things can bloom again.”

"It's reacting to planning. It doesn't want to be born into violence." I felt it then – my baby reaching out with power it shouldn't have yet, touching minds, influencing reality. It was trying to protect itself the only way it knew how. "It's making him burn faster," Dimitri realized. "Forcing the phoenix transformation to create a guardian." "Stop!" I pressed my hands to my belly. "Please, baby, stop!" But it was too late. My father's sixth death and rebirth happened in seconds. What reformed was barely recognizable – a creature of living fire with David Rivera's eyes trapped behind phoenix intelligence.

My breath hitched. That voice. Alexander. The camera shifted, revealing him seated in a dimly lit room, his face shadowed, but unmistakable. “You’ll have questions. You deserve them. But first you have to survive long enough to hear the answers. Rebirth was never just a project. It was a contingency. A way to cheat death. And we weren’t supposed to be part of it.” Static again. Kara lowered her voice. “That’s all we could recover. The rest was corrupted.”

"I'm not who I used to be. I haven't been for a long time now." ​"No. You're someone else entirely." He pressed a kiss to the top of her head. "Someone who built an entire life out of the worst thing that ever happened to her, and made it into something nobody can ever take from her again." ​She had died once, poisoned by the people who were supposed to love her most. ​She had come back rich in the one thing money could never buy the first time around—people who stayed. ​She was Reborn Rich. ​And this time, nobody was ever taking any of it from her again. THE END

I shake my head while watching in complete shock and awe at what Phoenix is capable of. “No Papa! She is mine! She tried to take my Gunnar! She almost killed my Kitty and my Daddy twying to kill my Mumma Raben!” Phoenix’s furious scream nearly sounds demonic when she reaches Valery who screams in pain. Looking closer I can see her skin is burning from the heat radiating from Phoenix, making her name all the mor appropriate. She has risen from the ashes, literally, and is burning so hot she scorches the ground beneath her.