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I couldn't break free from the harsh clutches of the raging water so I gave into it as the icy coldness of it numbed all of the pain I felt away, and I welcomed the cold hug of death with open arms. If I was reborn. I'll make sure they all burned for what they'd done to me. They'll all pay.

“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.

I concluded and with that I removed the phone from my ear , I slowly stood up to my feet and walked towards my wardrobe, I pulled it open and my gaze met with Damon’s army green blazer. I contemplated giving it back to him but what logical explanation would I give to him on returning it, what if these items does not even exist in his present world and I end up looking like a fool. How in the world would I tell him that we’ve had an intimate encounter before, but I died that night and somehow got reborn without sounding crazy, I exhaled deeply and closed the wardrobe with a soft thud. This would definitely be one of my deepest darkest secret.

An old but powerful voice pulled me out of the endless darkness. "You're the one, Lily Stenson." I looked around the York family's indoor training grounds. The one who had just spoken was Emily Harrison. It was then that I realized that I had been reborn. I was surrounded by dozens of other elite bodyguards, who were clad in black training uniforms just like mine. They were the cream of the crop of other security companies within the country and were sent to participate in the competition.

"Jeffrey, you lied to me! You said you were going to look for Ella just to scold her, but you were actually planning to leave me for her? How could you treat me like this? How could you?" Sophie's eyes were red and filled with hurt and anger. The slap left Jeffrey dazed. All he could think about was how loud and constant her shrill voice was. Annoyed, he slapped her back. "Be quiet! Who do you think you are to hit me? Do you know who I am? I'm the president of Graham Group. Watch out, or I'll sue you and you'll be in jail for life." Jeffrey's slap was so forceful that Sophie fell to the ground. She touched her face in shock, staring at Jeffrey as tears poured down.

“I was going to send roses. But fire seemed more fitting.” The feed glitched briefly, then returned. “You burned down my sanctuaries. Killed my agents. Stole my network. Now I offer you an invitation.” Behind him, shadows moved. Other men, silent. Faces masked in crimson. Donatello continued, voice low and steady. “Seventy-two hours from now, the world will bleed again. We call it the Red Reaping. A global relaunch. New routes. Old names reborn. Every girl we lost will be replaced. Every city you touched, repaid.”

"I was forced to stay by your side as a slave. Lyra is the only one who truly understands me. If you hadn't insisted on owning me, I wouldn’t have been forced to watch miserably as the woman I loved fell for another beastman. You're surrounded by lackeys, and you have people you can count on. You don't need me to save you, but Lyra is different. As a concubine-born daughter, she’s looked down on and has no support. I'm the only one she has now." The icy river water seeped into my bones. I could not believe what I was hearing. Thalyx's eyes held no hesitation. Seeing me about to be swallowed up by the water, he impatiently huffed his cheeks and used his massive tail to roughly shove me to the

Reborn to a rich family and loved dearly, or Reborn as me back into my fifteen-year-old body to rewrite my story. I gave Aragon the middle finger, telling him to fuck off my face with his lies but he misinterpreted it as the first option. I got reborn into you right now. Lacy Jules, all this while we have lived another person's life while the people who had wronged us roam freely. They need to pay for everything they did to me! Please give me the opportunity to rewrite my destiny!

Dax said, standing over him, the gavel glowing with a soft, peaceful white light. Silas looked up, his scarred face twisted in a final, pathetic grin. "You think... you've won? You've just... deleted the only history you had. You're... nothing now. Just ghosts... in an empty world." "No," I said, walking up to stand beside Dax. I took his hand, our fingers interlacing, the sapphire heat between us stronger than any pre-programmed link. "We're the authors." Silas de-rezzed into a pile of gray ash, his consciousness finally purged from the High-Band. The obsidian monolith behind him began to dissolve, the dark clouds of the civil war parting to reveal the golden sun of the Reborn World once mo

Freezes. Then slowly looks up at me. “You,” he breathes. “You’ve got to be kidding me. Why are you everywhere? In person, online… even in my dreams?” Everything clicks. “Tell me the dream,” I say quietly. He hesitates. “Wait… does that mean you’ve been reborn too?” The word settles between us. Reborn. Impossible. Yet the only thing that makes sense. “I don’t know,” I whisper. But I do. It hits me all at once.