Romans & histoires Reborn For Revenge Family Comes First

" I felt my back getting drenched in cold sweat when I heard Mom's familiar voice in my ear. It was then that I realized that I had been reborn. Mom's kind face looked eerie and terrifying to me. After all, she had never looked at me with such kindness before. In my past life, when I retrieved the gold bangle from the bedside table, my first instinct had been to give it to my younger sister, Irene Owens. However, she said Mom favored me over her and insisted that I should be the one to wear it. She forced the bangle over my knuckles and onto my wrist, then told me to take good care of it. I believed her. But I missed the look of disdain in her eyes when she looked at the bangle on my wrist.

He'd caught her before she hit the ground, his hands immediately pressing against the wound, his voice—usually so controlled—breaking as he shouted for help. The hospital. Surgery. A week-long coma. And when she'd woken—in her original timeline—she'd learned three things: One: She'd nearly died from blood loss. Two: She'd been pregnant. Had been. Past tense. The blood loss, the trauma, the stress—she'd miscarried a baby she hadn't even known existed. Three: Her family had begged Lucian to sign the divorce papers. Her parents, terrified of losing their daughter, had told him that the marriage was killing her. That if he loved her at all, he'd let her go.

The death of my family is still a sensitive topic and I haven’t given up on finding my way out of here so that I could exact my revenge. The fact that I have forgotten the face of my family doesn’t mean that the pain is gone. But, I like the pain, you know? It reminds me of my family and I am not ready to let go until I see the culprits in blood. “By the way, I thought you left” I said “I ran off” “Oh… wait what?” I screamed dumbfounded.

“She killed everyone close to me. Father. Roland. Tried to kill my babies. I want revenge, Morris. I want her to feel every second of fear I felt on that road.” He cupped my face with both hands. Thumbs brushed my cheekbones. “You’ll get justice,” he said. “But not revenge. Not now. Revenge makes you reckless. Makes you risk what matters most.” His palm slid down to cover my stomach. “This little one needs you whole. Healthy. Alive. Focus on that. On breathing. On growing our family. I’ve got the plans in motion. Elias is feeding me everything. When the time comes, we end it clean. Together. But you stay safe. That’s the deal.”

I am eager to reclaim what was taken from me and rewrite the path of my destiny. The first step is done. My revenge has only just begun. The Davis family will soon realize that they underestimated me— I’m a woman who was given the chance to be reborn, armed with beauty, resilience, and a burning desire for justice!

We both died in the crash. I never imagined that death would bring me back. And watching her now—clutching her own child, smug and gloating—I understood instantly. She had been reborn too. Even with my husband shouting at her, she showed not a hint of fear. She had always been adored by our parents, and with her husband spoiling her too, she grew up willful and unchecked. Maybe it was the rebirth—or the presence of her child—that gave her even more confidence. She scoffed.

She rolled her eyes and sat next to him "We're sad. Our precious daughter abandoned us after getting married and didn't even bother to call us." Father Fang said pretending to be aggrieved. "Yeah, we gave birth to such an ungrateful daughter. I regretted letting her get married." Mother Fang added faking her tears. Fang Xinyi chuckles and said "Dad, mom stop pretending. I know you are happy that you have got rid of me." "Well you're right. I'm so happy. Anyway, I heard you the other time. Does that mean out grandchild is on the way?." Her mother said

" In my past life, my family was destroyed while Uncle Jackson's family earned the admiration of others through their pretentious devotion. Now that I was reborn, I refused to be anyone's pawn.

"You were conflicted. You were torn. You were—human. I saw it. Every time you hesitated. Every time you looked guilty. Every time you—almost told me truth. You did not want this. Did not want—revenge. You wanted—peace. Same as me. But you felt obligated. Felt—trapped by family loyalty. By—mission. So I am giving you out. Right now. Right here. You walk away. You choose different. You—live. Or you fight. You die. You become exactly what your uncle was. Dead man who chose violence over—everything else. Choose. Now. Choose—who you want to be." Lucas was crying. Gun lowering. Hands shaking. Twenty-two years old. Broken. Confused. Torn between— Everything. "I cannot betray my family. I cannot—" "

"I knew it! It's that shameless woman, Roxanne!" Jensen continued his performance, lowering his head with a heavy sigh. "That can't be, Mom. I believe Roxy. Maybe the babies got switched." But the nurse quickly interjected, "That's impossible. Our procedures are extremely strict. Every newborn wears an identification band right after birth—there's no way they were switched." In just a few exchanges, the narrative was set—and I was the villain once again. Jensen's mother glared at me with hatred, crying out dramatically, "Heavens, how could we have let a woman like her into our home?! She'd fooled around with another man and brought his bastard into our family! What a disgrace!"