Reborn: The Unwanted Heiress's Revenge 소설 & 이야기

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.

"Could it be... Could it really be... that I'm still alive? Have I truly been reborn?" Sigourney would live her life over again, one more time. This was not a dream. She had returned to six months ago-when she was at her most beautiful, most radiant, and had the strongest pillar of support in her husband. A faint smile curled on Sigourney's lips as she gazed thoughtfully out the window. This time, she would make them pay. Every ounce of suffering she endured in her past life-she would reclaim it all, with interest. A hundred, a thousand times over.

I am sure I’m ready for revenge; I’m ready to regain everything I’ve ever lost; I’m ready to make sure Simon regrets everything he’s done to me. Malakai didn't soften his tone, and his eyes remained stoic. "If you want revenge, you'll have to kill the person you were. The world already thinks you're dead. So, you'll have to bury that version of yourself. Kill Isabella Monroe. The woman who had everything—wealth, power, a name. The woman who was betrayed. That woman's gone."

He had reminded me that as the only surviving heiress to a CEO, I was destined for a massive wedding, not a life with someone like him. He was entering politics and needed my support, which was when he first proposed the contract marriage with Zion Carter. Zion needed a wife and a child, and in exchange, he would back my father’s election campaign. The election wasn’t immediate back then; it was set for a year later—the exact time I ended up dying in my past life. Now, I wasn't returning as the submissive daughter they remembered. I was back to reclaim my name.

My hands clenched into fists at my sides until my nails dug into my palms. Who the hell was Ethan Cross? What did he know that I didn’t? What if everything I believed about Sebastian, about the wedding, about why he left, about why I had to run… was a lie? What if I had spent sixteen years hating the wrong man? What if my revenge had been aimed at the wrong heart? And what if the truth was even worse than the lie I’d been living with all this time?

Whoever wanted her dead, it wasn’t my problem. If she died, the reason for my own death would be avoided. I would be free. But the act was strange because, from the past, none of this was supposed to happen. If this event had been altered, could it be that someone else was also reborn? That would be the only explanation. I stared at the woman my heart had yearned for. All my life, I had stayed in the shadows watching her—helping her—because my feelings were forbidden. A man shouldn’t fall for his brother’s wife. But I didn’t just fall… Sovia Henric had consumed my entire existence.

I crawl into bed. My phone buzzes with a text from an unknown number. "You're still a coward. I'm almost disappointed. I thought rebirth might have given you a spine. -EB" I stare at the message, my heart stopping. Ethan Black. How does he know?

I slide one hand to the back of her neck, my palm warm against her trembling skin. “They know everything about me… my weaknesses, my strengths,” I continue, my thumb tracing her jawline, “and while I’ve been chasing revenge for my mother, I stepped into a much larger trap without even realising it.” Her lips part, but no sound escapes, only a soft, broken exhale. I tilt her chin up gently, forcing her to meet my eyes again. “I just need time to clear this mess,” I whisper, pressing my forehead against hers. “Then I’ll come back for you, for our child. We’ll build our family far away from all of this, nothing will ever touch us again.”

"You've been given another shot at life. However, for your revenge to be more purposeful, the body you are currently in, isn't yours. You've possessed the body of a very weak Luna who was killed by her enemy in the pack. While you are having your revenge, you must focus on not getting killed the second time." Then it faded... ..... "Are you awake now?" A voice tugged at my consciousness. I opened my eyes, my gaze landing on a masked figure.. Looking closely, I gasped. "Alpha Kaden?" I questioned with an iota of doubt. "Did falling from the stairs induce amnesia?" He asked with a chuckle. I shuddered. What was this? I had been reborn. However, not as Reene but Alpha's Kaden mate? The weak Lun

Peaceful. Vespera Hale walked along the mahogany shelves, trailing her fingers over the spines of the books. Philosophy. Strategy. History. She stopped. On a shelf at eye level, nestled between The Art of War and a first edition of The Count of Monte Cristo, was a book she didn't recognize. It had no dust jacket. The binding was matte black, textured like volcanic rock. The lettering on the spine was silver, sharp and angular. SAVAGE REBORN.