Reborn And Remade: Pursued By The Billionaire Mga Nobela at Kwento

Bash responded, fluttering his lashes in fake innocence. Storm slammed his fist on the desk and pointed a finger at Bash, "don't mess with me damnit! no one threatens Storm Rehan," he spat. Bash's eyes squinted since he busted into laughter, "so you remember me, Stormy." Storm clenched his jaws and smiled, the boy didn't know who he is dealing with, "I Will give you a million to get lost," he said. Balancing his weight on the table, Bash stood up and stared into Storm's eyes with a frown, "if I wanted money I could have exposed you to your late wife, or better yet I could have gone to a human rights activist and reported you! I don't want your money."

Then— she asks the question that’s been sitting beneath everything. “Wait.” He pauses. “This whole time…” she says slowly, searching his face, “I’ve been focused on my second life.” A beat. Her voice softens—just slightly. “But why were you reborn?” Silence. Heavy. Sharp. Her eyes lock onto his. “Were you killed too?”

Lost in that memory, I hadn't realized my fingers had moved to rest against the skin of my throat until I felt myself swallow. “Go to hell!” I stared at her as if she might do it all over again right this second. Sweat began to pool under my arms, and hot flashes burned across my forehead. “Please, Kariana, I beg you. Let me go. I promise I won't say a word of this to anyone.” Hadn't I begged exactly like this days before my rebirth? Hadn't my voice cracked just like this at her mercy, with hot tears dripping down my cheeks? How could I be so stupid to have let myself into this situation again?

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.

“This world, chaotic as it is, needs someone with your resolve. Stay. Take the mantle I offer, and you will have everything you need to reshape your destiny.” Her response was a single, unyielding nod. She had no intention of returning to the world above—not yet. Not until she was ready to face the demons that had driven her here. But deep within her, a fire smoldered, waiting to blaze anew. --- One night, the compound’s surveillance team intercepted footage of the infamous Natalie appearing at a gala, arm-in-arm with the billionaire she had once trusted. The sight filled her with a quiet rage, her jaw tightening as she clenched her fists. Memories of betrayal flooded her mind, mingling with

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.

Damien's Pov As it turns out, I had been reborn, given another life but I didn't remember it from the beginning. I still disliked Amelia and treated her so badly and things were repeating itself again. Fortunately, I had began to remember bits and pieces from when Amelia had ‘stolen’ Nora's jewellery. I wanted to deny it but as days passed, more memories came and it all came back after Amelia had showed that she wasn't the one who pushed Liam down the stairs.

"You flinched when you saw the name. You know something." This is it. If I tell him, I'm betraying Dad. If I don't, I fail whatever test this is. "Richardson goes bankrupt in six months. Their CFO has been embezzling for years." Ethan leans back, studying me. "How do you know that?" "I told you. I'm reborn. I watched it happen." "Convenient excuse. Or you have inside information you're not sharing." He taps his desk. "Prove it. Tell me something else that happens in the next six months. Something specific."

The chat stayed silent to think until someone typed in the chat, "Liam! You're a God! We bow to your awesomeness!" Phillipe had to think fast, as Maximillian had already texted that we were to protect her identity until we could confirm it with DNA, despite already knowing. He didn't say anything untrue. He admired Liam in every way, especially his loyalty. Their families had a marriage contract for Liam to marry the only girl in the Belairs, but she was taken. He hasn't dated or fooled around with anyone because of it. His words were, "I'd rather be single for the rest of my life than break the contract. She's alive somewhere. You will find her." Liam never lost hope, and because of that, t

Her parents’ deaths. Her own murder. And then she remembered the woman’s words: “The suffering you will face will open the door to a new hope. And the moon will guide you.” Katherine gripped the watch so tightly her knuckles whitened. Her body trembled. A glance at a television mounted on the wall froze her in place. A news broadcast flickered across the screen: “The Sutherland Group heiress is expected to announce her engagement tonight to Lieutenant Colonel Richard Gordon.” Tonight. The pieces clicked together. This was the night she had been planning to propose to Richard. She had gone back in time. Fate had given her a second chance. Another life. Another opportunity. Another chance to r