Novel & Cerita Reborn: The Unwanted Heiress's Revenge

I had documented everything, from the text messages Mom and Dad had sent to the details of their arrangement with the Hesters, on my phone. From the very moment I was reborn, I had been playing a high-stakes game to reclaim my life.

I'd built that reputation before I knew I'd need it. Elder Thorne kept the library with a proprietary tenderness that made him suspicious of anyone who touched his shelves without asking. He was old even in my first life, and older now, his hands spotted with age, his eyes pale and sharper than they had any right to be at his years. "You're back early," he said, not looking up from the scroll he was rebinding. "Twice this week. Should I be worried Nightfang's courtship has driven you to prophecy for comfort?"

"That's my Queen. Drink your coffee. We have a war to plan." As we sat there, huddled over the glowing screens, the distance between us vanished. We weren't just two billionaires making a deal. We were two predators protecting our territory. And Julian Vance was about to find out exactly what happens when you try to steal from a woman who has already seen the end of the world and decided she wasn't ready to die.

This place… This was the banquet. The mandatory gathering, that all Alphas were required to attend once in a year. My throat went dry. I swallowed hard, my ears ringing as memories surged forward, aligning themselves with horrifying clarity. If I was calculating it correctly, this was five years before the day I was betrayed. My breathing slowed as the realization settled, heavy and undeniable. I had been reborn. I forced my hands to remain still at my sides, even as my pulse raced. The moon goddess… She really answered me.

“It’s because you’ve never suffered such a major setback in front of a woman before. You might have a little admiration and hatred toward me. You might be eager to conquer me now. Compared to just getting revenge on a woman, conquering her and then destroying her cruelly gives you more satisfaction and fulfills the twisted feelings in your heart. Charity stared at him calmly. “You even treat me as your private property.” Chester was taken aback. His gaze gradually darkened. “Your analysis is pretty interesting.” “Chester, you have to accept a fact. I’m not the Eliza you could simply control in the past or any other woman. I’m Reborn. From the day I truly started competing against you, I knew

"Once the imposter's gone, that room of hers? Perfect for our real sister." John and Kevin jumped in too, parroting the same vibe—no pity, no hesitation. Just raw relief like they were finally tossing out some unwanted junk. Those words didn't just hurt; they shredded what was left of her once-devoted heart. But now, Clara was back. Reborn. Standing at the very point where everything had started to go wrong. She stared at them—wolves in human skin—with a heart that had long since frozen over. There was no warmth left for these people. Just a furnace of cold hatred and deep, simmering fury... and finally, a strange kind of calm.

“After that, Chairman Smith came to me, asking how he could stop the curse.” “A-And?” Chairwoman pressed, her voice tinged with nervous anticipation. The Shaman’s hand gently touched a small baby doll draped in a white cloth nearby. “The General told him that to break the curse, he had to resolve the resentment of the unborn child. The only way was to adopt an orphaned girl and raise her well. Only then would his fortune return.” I felt a chill run through me. My body grew cold, and I clutched my hands tightly beneath the table, trying to process the revelation.

Gwen replied and Cruella bounced her head. “About what you said yesterday, I thought about it..” She started and Gwen looked at her with keen interest, waiting for her to conclude. “How do I do it?” “Do what?” Gwen asked with furrowed brows. “I want to get revenge for my parents. If it were because of Greenville I won't be bothered but like you said, my parents death can't be in vain. So how do I get revenge?” She asked and Gwen smiled. “By becoming the Tribrid.” She answered

she spat, shifting into her half-form, claws elongating as she launched herself into the nearest threat. The battle was chaos. Revenants don’t die like normal creatures. Their bodies dissolve and re-form. They bleed black smoke and whisper in languages that coil around your thoughts like poison. They’re fast. And they don’t feel pain. But they weren’t expecting us. They weren’t expecting the altar’s magic still pulsing in Alina’s veins. Or the bond between us that burned brighter than any spell. We moved like a single force—her strikes driving them back, my claws tearing through the gaps she opened. Rhea darted between us, precise and vicious, her eyes filled with the fury of someone who’d b

“And I'm telling you that if you want to survive long enough to get your revenge, you need to listen.” The word revenge made her blood run cold. Nobody should know that. Nobody. In her previous life, Elena had died believing her entire family had betrayed her. Her fiancé had abandoned her. Her stepmother had stolen everything that belonged to her. And the people she trusted most had watched her downfall without lifting a finger. But now she had been given another chance. She had sworn never to make the same mistakes. Yet this man seemed to know far too much. “Tell me your name.”