Reborn Rich Novel Novels & Stories

Squatting down, I held her chin and whispered into her ear, "In my previous life, you two scoundrels leeched off me, and you're doing it again in this life. Shayla, do you really think I'm that fucking stupid?" Shayla's eyes widened, her expression filled with horror. "You… you are…" "Yes, that's right. I was reborn, just like you," I whispered. Shayla shook her head hard. "No, that's impossible. If you were reborn, why didn't you buy this lottery ticket?" Something occurred to her. She grabbed my hand and asked, "No, wait. In the previous life, you bought this lottery ticket and won 50 million dollars. It was the same shop and the same numbers. What happened?"

Caden’s voice broke through the daze, smooth and confident—“Say yes already, babe. My knees are killing me.” And that’s when it hit me. I’ve been reborn. I really have a second chance. I was back. Alive. Seeing everything in front of me and Caden's fake face, I clench my fists. This time… It was the start of my revenge.

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.

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.

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

Before I could kidnap Elan, though, he pushed through the crowd and walked straight toward me. Seeing the urgency in his eyes, I stared at him in disbelief. "You…" He nodded and said the answer I had already expected, "I was reborn too." My emotions tangled instantly. I could not tell whether I felt sorrow or relief. Sorrow, because the ending still had not changed. Relief, because so many things had clearly changed. Elan now carried memories from his previous life. That alone was a massive turning point. I gripped his hand tightly, overwhelmed with excitement. "Since you’ve been reborn too, there’s no need for me to explain everything. Tell me the truth!"

What's the first thing you'd do if you were reborn? Me? I'd start by divorcing my husband, Finn Gallagher. Yeah, Finn Gallagher, the same man who runs half the underworld from behind closed doors. The Don. The richest man alive. The man women dream about; his face plastered on magazines, named "Sexiest Man Alive" five years in a row. In my last life, I tried everything to make him look at me like I mattered. I married him. I gave birth to his son. I swallowed every ounce of pride, trying to be the perfect wife.

Within its confines, a story was unfolding—a tale that would one day shake the balance of the underworld and the lives entangled in it. The figure stirred, weak and scarred, the faint scent of antiseptic mingling with the earthy aroma of the mountains outside. Weeks of uncertainty had passed since a daring rescue pulled her from the inferno that had consumed her previous life. Though her body bore the marks of fire, the ember of determination in her soul remained unextinguished.

Charlotte stood by the ceiling-to-floor window, the city's glittering skyline sprawling endlessly below like a sea of fallen stars. Her golden-silver gown shimmered faintly in the penthouse glow, but her hazel eyes were distant, lost in a whirlwind of thoughts. Surprise and shock rooted her in place—her hands pressed against the cool glass, her breath fogging it slightly. In her past life, everything had conspired against her: betrayal, isolation, and a cruel end orchestrated by shadows she once called family. Fate had been a merciless chain, dragging her down. But now? Reborn, she had shattered it. She had changed it all by changing him—Howard, the man she'd always loved from afar, cold and

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!