Romans & histoires Reborn: A Billionaire Phoenix

Xavier himself was a ghost. I opened my laptop and pulled up the G****e alerts I’d set for Morana’s name eighteen months ago. Before the gala and the marriage. Before any of this had a shape I could explain to anyone including myself. Forty seven new results since yesterday morning. I read all of them. The CEO announcement coverage first. Seven major publications running variations of the same story. Morana Mortaine reclaims Mortaine Patent. The prodigal heiress returns. The pharmaceutical industry’s most unexpected comeback.

He’s still looking at Damien, but those five words are hanging in the air between us like a confession. He knows. He knows I died. Sebastian just saved Aurora from a crash that felt way too much like her first death. But as he stands over a broken Damien, he lets slip the one thing he was never supposed to say. He didn't just find out she was reborn. He remembers it too.

No more prisons, no more betrayals, no more scapegoats. The plane broke through the clouds, sunlight warming my face. I touched the coin on my chest. It felt heavy in my palm—the weight of freedom. The start of a new life.

But inside that tiny, broken room… something had changed. Ethan Reyes was no longer nobody. He was the future trillionaire. And his revenge? Had just begun.

“Why am I here?” “You are Luna. Living in my body,” the voice from earlier replied. “I am Alara. The moon goddess has given you a second chance. You and I now own this body. You will have to live my life. You can't tell anyone that you aren't me. You have to promise. Please.” She was begging, and the sound of it brought tears to my eyes. “Then what happens to you?” I asked, and she didn't reply again. I didn't know how I was supposed to be living a life that wasn't mine. How was I supposed to fit in? How long could I keep the cover?

My eyes snapped open. My breathing was uneven, chest rising and falling rapidly. This wasn’t a dream. This was a past life. My hands trembled as I stared at the pendant again. I had died. And I was here again. Reborn. In the same world. With the same people. With Aurelia still alive. A slow, dangerous smile curved my lips. “So that’s how it is,” I muttered. Fate gave me another chance. Not to repeat mistakes. Not to watch from the sidelines.

Vera now understood what was actually worth keeping. Right now, it might have looked like a madhouse. A pregnant human exile, a former queen, miracle potatoes, talking babies, and villagers kneeling in front of a house that should not exist. No one could fully understand why Vera had decided to take them in and give them work, and Vera had no interest in explaining the truth. They would not believe her anyway. Magic, dragons, and talking unborn children were one thing. Multiverse rebirth and knowing the original plot were another problem entirely. So without many words, Vera organized them into groups with quick, sharp instructions. Some gathered scrap metal. Some cleared the land. Some pull

My chest heaved heavily, every word coming out fractured yet razor-sharp: "That cold-blooded man... I found him too filthy, so I tossed him to you! For the rest of your life... you're only fit to use the leftovers of this outcast!" "Shut your mouth! Die!" Losing the last vestige of her humanity, Sera lunged like a psychopath, ruthlessly delivering a vicious shove to my chest. My center of gravity gave way. My gaunt torso fell completely backward over the protective railing of the six-story building. The wind roared in my ears as the sensation of free-falling through mid-air hit me. Yet, in that exact split second as my frail body was cast over the railing, the roaring fire of vengeance in my

Another chance to rewrite history. Her hands shook, anger surging through her. Richard. That monster. This time… she would never let him destroy her family again. Never. She knew she needed protection. Not just anyone, someone strong, someone who could challenge the man who had plotted her murder and stolen everything she loved. Her eyes swept the room. And then she saw him. A tall man was sitting quietly at a nearby table. Broad shoulders. Sharp features. Calm, yet intimidating. Steve Armstrong. The Phantom. Legendary soldier. Recently returned from a classified mission. Raising a daughter alone. Her eyes flicked to the girl beside him, laughing and chattering as if nothing in the world cou

My breath caught — though I wasn’t sure if I still needed to breathe. Return? The glow intensified. Images flashed before me. My father smiling at me when I was young. The wedding. The betrayal. The knife. Adam’s hands around my throat. Miley’s cruel smile. My unborn child. All of it passed through my mind in rapid sequence. “Yes…” I thought desperately. “I want to return.” The glow responded warmly. “Why?” Because I wasn’t done. Because my father deserved better. Because my child deserved life. Because those two monsters needed to pay.