Reborn To Become A Queen: The Real Heiress's Comeback นิยาย & เรื่องราว

I couldn't help but wonder: had I already fallen for this queen beside me? The thought sent a flutter through my chest, and I couldn't deny the connection I felt. I leaned in, my lips brushing against her neck. She stirred, mumbling incoherently as she turned toward me. A soft chuckle escaped my lips as I gazed at her peaceful face. This was the Evelyn I remembered from our childhood days – the one who clung to my hand, who always wanted to be by my side. My smile lingered as I studied her features. I had envisioned our first sex differently, but it seemed fate had other plans.

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.

“C’mon, Miss. Your friend wants to have fun.” I slapped his hand when he touched my thigh. He chuckled and lifted his arm as if he’s surrendering. Mattew laughed. “Don’t try again, dude. She must be a virgin.” “LOL! I saw her on the news. She’s the famous Quinn heiress. She’s divorced. Am I right, Miss Bree?” I gritted my teeth. Kate drank a hard drink and pulled herself up. “I’ll just go to the powder room.” She almost lost her balance. She’s already drunk. I think she’s already drinking even before I came here. I want to go with her, but I really want to talk to Mattew Holland.

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."

Like every day was a new page in a book, blank and waiting to be written. That afternoon, no one came into the clinic. I spent most of my time tidying up the space, organizing things the way I liked them, and most of all, thinking about what I had learned at the ruins. I was related to the reborn princess. Generations ago, a woman in my family had been reborn after her death. Sent back in time, just as I was, to do it all over again.

“…why did you wake up?” Silence. Elena stared at the speaker. She had assumed her rebirth was some impossible second chance. She had never considered another possibility. “What do you know about it?” “Everything.” “Then tell me.” “Not yet.” Elena's jaw tightened. “You're still playing games.” “I'm giving you an opportunity.” “For what?” “To finish what your father started.” Elena looked at the files scattered across the table. “What did my father start?” “The destruction of the Black Crown.”

At that instant, as she stood there watching her husband with another woman, she realized just how wrong she’d been playing, how she’d deviated from her revenge plans, how she’d let Caspian distract her mind and caused her to loose focus on the reason for her rebirth. She’d focused on her silly romance with Caspian and had forgotten the betrayal from her past life, the revenge plans that she had for Elle and Jason. She forgot everything including how badly they’d hurt her and how much she hated them to death. But it wasn’t too late, was it? It wasn’t too late to correct everything and make sure that her enemies pay for their crimes against her. Perhaps it was time to complete her Rebirth in

“It feels… like it’s part of me. But it scares me.” Aro’s gaze was fixed on her, almost reverent. “She is no longer just the heir. She is the queen reborn. And soon, she will have to claim it whether she wants to or not.” The Shadowborn tilted its head, unblinking. Then, slowly, it dissolved into a column of mist, retreating into the dark forest. Ryan exhaled shakily, lowering his hands slightly. “That was… too close,” he said. “And it’s only the beginning.”

Loretta replied to Arturo's question and they all waited for Jasmine to speak. Jasmine first cleared her throat with a pent-up cough and began, “It has been months since the founder of this great empire has died and this clan has been in a fist-tight for some weeks. As the founder’s mate and the heiress to this great empire, I want to announce my wish to be the queen. I want a date fixed for my crown day.” There was silence for a moment as all eyes were on Asher who stood avoiding Jasmine’s gaze, and ignored her statement through her words surged at him like a knife pierced into his flesh.

“The old legends say the queen always returns with memories of the last life.” Cold spread through my chest. “…Last life?” Lena looked confused. “You didn’t know?” Kael cursed softly under his breath. I looked between them. “Know what?” Neither answered immediately. Which meant I definitely wasn’t going to like whatever came next. Finally, Lena spoke carefully. “The last Queen of Ruin didn’t die.” The room felt suddenly too small. “She was reborn.” The voice inside me laughed softly. And for the first time. I was terrified it might be right.