Reborn: The Unwanted Heiress's Revenge Mga Nobela at Kwento

Every future event I could remember from my previous life. Because revenge wasn’t about one dramatic moment. It was about control. And the first rule of control was simple. Take away your enemy’s power before they even realize they’re losing it. Outside my window, the late afternoon sun began to dip toward the horizon. The world moved forward like normal. But inside this room… The first real move of my revenge had already begun. And Adam Pierce didn’t even know it yet.

For a man who controlled empires and dictated the flow of billions, I was currently powerless over a woman who was barely half my size. I had always intended to keep the revenge part of my plan buried from her. I had planned to use Avina as a surgical strike against Sebastian—the ultimate revenge. He had taken my fiancée, my pride, and the peace of my family years ago. Taking his daughter, making her mine, and using her to dismantle his world was supposed to be the perfect, poetic justice. But I hadn't accounted for the obsession.

His expression was almost too excited to hide. "Read the headlines. The real show is just getting started." I looked at the paper. The front page showed a woman in black gloves, standing on a cargo ship, her profile sharp as a blade. The bold text read: The Widow Returns: Mysterious Arms Dealer Declares War on the Underworld. I stood up, a jolt of excitement running through me. It was the figure that haunted my dreams night after night. Mom was alive. She was really back!

that I rushed out and made a scene. To vent his anger on Sophie's behalf, he ruthlessly crushed my parents' company, forcing them into bankruptcy and driving them to jump to their deaths. I was dragged into a psychiatric hospital by him, forced to take medication, subjected to electric shocks, and beaten by the orderlies. Sophie Collins would occasionally come to see me, nestling in Ethan's arms and mocking me for being like a pathetic dog. In the end, I died on a bitterly cold winter night. That was why, from the very first day I was reborn, I began secretly planning to transfer the assets under his name.

--- **SOPHIA** Catherine's legal team made a move the week before Saturday. They filed a motion to have portions of my testimony excluded on the grounds that it relied on events I claimed occurred in a previous timeline, arguing it was inherently unverifiable and prejudicial. Rebecca called me immediately. "It's a smart move," she said. "If they can exclude the rebirth-related context, your testimony becomes a series of actions without adequate explanation." "Can they succeed?" "Possibly. The judge has been careful. She'll want to hear arguments." Rebecca paused. "They're also filing a character motion using Vivian Cross's old articles. The ones about your gallery practices and aggressive ac

Mamma quickly looked toward me, her eyes brimming with a desperate plea. Cristiano sighed softly, his cold expression softening with a trace of warmth. "We'll get married as soon as Nina recovers, Patrizia. The position of Donna of the Gallo Famiglia has always been yours, after all." I remained silent for a moment before finally giving a slight nod, though I felt completely dead inside. I had died without ever getting the wedding Cristiano promised me in my past life. I wasn't going to wait around in this life, as this would be the last time I donated my blood to Nina. I would leave this place for good and begin a life of my own in three more days.

My claws itch, torn between longing and suspicion. I slam the laptop shut, my pulse racing. The moonstone’s pulse surges, amplifying my alpha blood, a power I ignored in my past life when Damon’s false mate bond blinded me, letting Lana steal our relic. Reborn by the moon goddess, I’m Starfang’s heir, and I’ll protect my pack—Gideon, Cee, Dad—at all costs. Lana’s schemes—her rape lie, her call with Damon plotting his tutor role—keeps getting things complicated. I wish she could just follow the script and lose her shit.

The sun was well up over the treetops the next morning, leaving in its wake a flood of gold. But anything less like sunshine would be hard to find, as Sophia hurled herself from side to side in her bed, greatly beset with doubts. What's going on with Daniel? Why does he act so differently? That uncomfortable feeling of last night just wouldn't go away.

Her hair was mussed against her face, but she was probably unaware of it, and the black linen dress suited her beautifully. Usually, black was a common color, but it looked especially different on her, and despite its thin material, it made her look very attractive. "Your sister killed you in... in your other life?" he inquired, trying to go along with her half-brained story. "No," she countered, shaking her head vehemently. "Cassidy is my stepsister, not my biological sister. She hated me and set me up with her fiance. On the same day, she killed me. I believe I was sent back to take my revenge on her. To do that, I cannot be married to you. I'm sorry, Master Nolan."

Elena Blackwood in fancy letters. "Yikes," Jess said, poking one with her toe. "Who's Liam Blackwood? Your imaginary vampire boyfriend?" "Worse." Elena flicked a lighter. "He's the reason I need therapy." The flames ate the pages hungrily. Smoke curled up, carrying the smell of burned sugar (she had once sprinkled the diaries with vanilla perfume). Jess coughed, fanning the air. "Arsonist much?!" "Rebirth," Elena corrected, watching her naivety turn to ash.