Reborn: The Unwanted Heiress's Revenge の小説・ストーリー

I had returned to the day when she had schemed against me. In my previous life, my sister, in her pursuit of becoming the sole heiress of the family, resorted to scheming on the day of the school anniversary. She tampered with my fever medicine, causing me to lose consciousness. She took away my prepared speech and went on stage to deliver it, receiving all the glory. Meanwhile, she led me to a secluded alley where I was sexually assaulted by a group of people. They even recorded the incident and posted it online with the caption, "The so-called heiress of the Xander family is nothing special."

His gaze fixed on her eyes. Una silently swallowed. Weren’t there any complications once Una told him who she was? That she came back from the dead and became a demon? Either way, she’d end up dead anyway. Una gambled his last hope of survival. “I am Una, a lowborn in the Nacht territory…” she paused before she added, “I was Hevian’s bride….” Drite’s eyes widened. “No way!” “I am telling the truth! Let’s make a deal. I can’t die again… I’ve just been resurrected!”

Allison's eyes flushed red in fury, she gritted her teeth and kicked Elizabeth with her right leg which made her loosen her grip on Allison's hair and fall on the couch. Allison spun around to face her lying on the couch. “I wouldn't have done that if you had known your place.” She said, running her hands through her hair to put every strand of it back in place. Elizabeth's eyes looked with shock and disbelief etched on her face. “I didn't steal anything from your son and I owe him nothing. Mrs. Reynolds, don't you dare cast an aspersion on my integrity.” Allison yelled out before finally leaving the house. As she trudged towards her car in the compound, she felt happy and energetic. From th

"We initiate Project Emberfall. You’ll have full eyes and ears in all their divisions by the end of next week. And the leak we prepared—" "Time it with the Cross-SilverTech deal. Let the stock plummet before he even knows what hit him." Vivian grinned again. "It’s good to have you back." I didn’t smile. Not really. Just the barest twitch at the corner of my lips. "I was never gone. Just hiding." And it was true. And now, I was back for revenge and God so helps anyone who dares to stop me. I will serve my revenge cold and force it down their throats.

"But if he hurts you again, princess or not, I'll kill him." Michael scoffs, "We'd deal with him if it ever comes to it." Mother smiles wryly after hearing this; she thinks she's joking, but aside from the childlike innocence they portray, they are both kings of an international cult and dark web. They think I don't know, but I am their mother, Rebel, the most wanted and highest-paid assassin across the whole world. Mex speaks up, "Momma, I want sparkling water, please."

Reborn At Eighteen A smile appeared on her face as she waited for the pain. THUD! As her body collided with the ground, Amira suddenly gasped and woke up from the bed. She wiped the cold sweat from her forehead and stared at her hands in disbelief. She clearly died from the fall and could still feel some lingering pain in her bones. How could she be completely fine now?. Wait a minute. She looked around and found that the room looked familiar. The old bookshelf, the broken window, the old bedbug-infested bed—this was her home in the small village where she lived with her grandpa.

It was the one she had stolen from Alan's computer last night while he was in the shower. In her previous life, all her misfortunes and hells started from this night ten years ago. Fate, indeed, was like a reincarnation. She was reborn. Back ten years ago. Heaven had actually given her a second chance to choose a chance. "Alan..." Diana stumbled up and chased him out. He had just left, it was still not too late. Never let Alan give up the project in the eastern suburbs, never! Underground parking lot.

“The woman you see is Valerie’s body. But the soul inside, the mind, the heart… that is Nadia. Our true mate.” “No,” Gaius breathed, looking from me to his parents and back. “No, that’s not possible. Valerie is right there!” I couldn’t bear it anymore. I pushed up the sleeve of my dress, revealing the intricate, glowing silver tattoos that swirled up my arm, the Dawnfire marks. They pulsed with a soft, otherworldly light in the dim study. “These are not Valerie’s,” I said, my voice gaining a little strength. “These are the marks of my true father’s bloodline. The Dawnfire line. I am a reborn soul. I am so, so sorry.”

The truth was, from the first moment I saw him, I already knew—Alexander had been reborn too. But the mischief in me kept me from telling him that I had also returned from another life. Because I didn't want to revisit those memories again. Since we had already been reborn, this life was our true new beginning. The past could be treated like a dream—or like a movie I once watched. Either way, the present was all that mattered. I no longer wanted to dwell on the wounds I once carried. I only wanted to remember who stood beside me now. "Alexander," I said softly, "take care of me for the rest of my life, won't you?"

Her disapproval was a wall higher than anything Emma had ever climbed. But what choice did she have? Her stomach twisted, not from nausea, but from dread and yearning all at once. She needed Ross. Needed him in the way her lungs needed air, in the way her trembling hands needed to anchor themselves against something solid. She sat back down, hugging her knees, eyes flickering to the papers she had abandoned earlier in the day. Contracts, plans, evidence, every piece of her revenge scattered on the desk like broken glass. She had spent months piecing herself together, and now one single heartbeat inside her was rewriting everything.