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That day was beautiful, I can’t deny it. Some time later she reciprocated his feelings and the two even had a childhood courtship, but at twenty Daniel left for the UK to go to college, the two had no contact until he returned five years later, but he was different, Something happened on that trip that made him colder and dumber than usual. People change from water to wine to guando want, and my brother is one of those people.

"Emily, I’m here for my check-up." The familiar voice gave me a jolt. Looking around, a bold thought hit me. Had I been reborn? Mechanically, I took the paperwork from Mira’s hand. My eyes scanned the form for the tests listed, the date, and the truth sank in. Yes, I had been given a second chance. I looked at Mira’s innocent face and felt the urge to tear her apart. In my last life, I was blinded by the way she treated me and actually believed her family thought of me like one of their own.

That I would wither away in the silence you left me in? No. I had a feeling — no, a certainty that our paths would cross again very soon. And when they did, you wouldn’t find the same woman you knew before. You wouldn’t see the same Lauren Darrow who bent, who compromised, who gave more than she ever received. The next time you saw me, I would be different. Stronger. Sharper. A woman forged in betrayal and rebuilt with fire in her veins. And when that moment came, I would look you in the eye and tell you, with no hesitation, that I would bring you down. Piece by piece.

Simon pulled me in by the waist and kissed me more intensely this time. I left him there in the dark, vibrant bar, knowing he would move mountains to save Jackson. To save me. I left the bar with my heart pounding in my chest. Rebirth not only gave me a second chance to live, but it also gave me Simon and the right to love again. I got into the vehicle and drove beneath the city lights, knowing I had a wedding to plan and a game to win.

Flowers bloomed in patterns I'd long forgotten. And there they were. My stepsister and fiancé, standing beneath the rose trellis. “When are we going to stop hiding?” Vivian asked, brushing Jack's sleeve. “Soon,” he replied. “Let the wedding happen. Then I'll divorce Stephanie and marry you. I love you, Vivian. You know that, right?” Then he leaned in and kissed her. My chat tightened and my fingers curled into fists. So it was all true. It was real. The betrayal. The blood. My death. It really happened.

Tears blurred my vision as my heart pounded violently in my chest. “I don’t have any deep enmity with you,” I cried. “You said you loved me. You said you loved me all these years. So why… why would you do this to me?” He straightened, eyes cold and unfeeling. “Love you?” he scoffed. “I’ve always only loved Isla. I just couldn’t openly be with her.” “From the very first time I approached you,” he continued, “I already had something in mind.”

on her locker in blood-red letters. Bullied endlessly, she ran home crying, looking for comfort. What she found was hell. Matteo shoved her away, screaming that she ruined the family. A drunk Rocco pointed in her face, calling her nothing but a filthy bastard. Even the grandma who spoiled her cursed her out, calling her a jinx who doomed them all. They had no idea they were pushing a natural-born psycho over the edge. Completely broken, Bianca wanted revenge. She locked everyone inside the main estate with heavy chains. Then she popped the caps off every bottle of hard liquor in the cellar and sparked a lighter in the dark.

Her final words. "I was reborn to destroy him. But I was truly reborn when I chose to love you. To save her. To build this. That's the real rebirth. From darkness to light. From revenge to peace. From broken to whole. That's the story. That's always been the story. Love wins. Always." Love wins. Always. That was the truth. That was the lesson. That was everything. Not revenge. Not destruction. Not even survival. Love. Love for Marcus. Love for me. Love for Lily. Love for Aria. Love for the hundred thousand survivors. Love for everyone who needed proof that healing was possible.

Serena sneered coldly, staring at the face she once loved so deeply. It had been love at first sight back then. But now, when she looked at him, her heart was calm—untouched, unshaken. The greatest sorrow is when the heart dies. The true opposite of love isn’t hate—it’s indifference. And that’s exactly what she felt for him now. No anger. No pain. Just silence. The Art of Revenge was never about rage—it was about letting go. She didn’t need to destroy them. Her joy was the masterpiece. And they would suffer, helplessly, watching her shine.