Romans & histoires Reborn To Ruin Him And Seduce His Rival

She cleared her throat for a moment then started singing in her beautiful clear voice. Astrid's singing sounded so beautiful amidst the sound of the wind rustling through the trees. When the day comes that the last one is reborn, the false leader shall mark a new fury and an age of anarchy. As soon as the true one reveals himself, a child in red eyes marks the restoration of balance and a rise of the lost race. As soon as the lost heir returns, a challenge shall bring forth an end to our suffering. Between the trickery options, he must choose the right answer.

I can walk, and my hands and eyes are functional." As I pondered this miraculous transformation, the door to the room slowly creaked open, and in walked a man. A man I knew all too well, a man who had been my sworn enemy in my past life - River Cane, the alpha of the Red Breeder pack. My heart raced, and for a moment, I wondered if my rebirth had been some cruel trick orchestrated by my tormentors. But the look in River's eyes was different, a mixture of surprise and uncertainty. He seemed to be as shocked as I was. "Annalise?" he uttered my name with a hint of disbelief. I nodded slowly, unable to find my voice. Memories of our bitter rivalry flooded back, and I couldn't forget how we had

I thought that after his treatment, Russell would face legal consequences. But he found me again in a quiet alley, holding Frida hostage with a knife pressed to her throat. Blood trickled down. He looked crazed, with matted hair and bloodshot eyes. He muttered to himself. "I had a dream. You were the one ruined, hated by everyone. I saved you, and they called me a hero. Frida became my girlfriend. I climbed the ranks, married her, and took her company. Everything was perfect. You stole it from me!"

“They leave it behind. Like it means nothing. Like everything they were just… peels away. Gone.” “You’re not making sense,” I whispered. He looked up at me. “A man can be reborn, Selena. A king—can be reborn. But only if the old version dies first.” His fingers twisted the napkin like he was wringing out a throat He took a bite of steak. Bloody. Raw. Chewed slow. “And you,” he said with his mouth full, “you brought evil into my house. You poisoned me my staffs. Now they are after me”

I asked, forcing her attention back to me. “I want you to understand your position clearly.” She stepped closer, close enough that I could smell her expensive perfume, cold as winter. “You can pursue this inheritance. You can drag my family’s name through court. But I have survived far more capable adversaries than a secretary with delusions of justice.” “Is that a threat?” “It’s a fact.” Her voice never wavered. “Ask yourself how you survived your first life. Then ask yourself whether this one ends any differently, if you continue down this path.”

It would do far worse damage to his name than being dumped on his wedding day. People would take Alice's side and judge him for being a dishonest partner. A small smile tugged at the corner of my lips, and I loosened my grip on my bag strap. It seemed the universe was working in my favor. It would not be long before I finally got my full revenge on Dominic. Beyond that, I felt I was getting closer to finding out who had shot me in my past life. "You must be happy now that you think you have managed to step on my son's toes," a thick, calm voice said from the shadows.

Not the Luca standing beside him—but an alternate, corrupted version, fused with the Master’s dark energy, eyes glowing crimson. The Master smiled. “Meet your true test, Saintwalker. Your bond… against itself.” Riven’s mind screamed, the storm’s fury matching the chaos within. Every heartbeat, every pulse, every ounce of energy coiled into a single, impossible choice: fight the corrupted Luca… or risk losing everything else.

The pain of the rejection was etched on my chest, and what I really hated right now was being toyed with by someone again. His gaze intensely pierced me. "No. I want your fire. Your hatred. Your body. Your soul. Your loyalty." He leaned closer, his husky voice shuddered me. "Everything you are, Euphyllia Ivara Ruinart." I inhaled sharply, looking at him in disbelief. The garden that was used to be blatant because of the crickets had revolved into being too quiet and too suffocating. What the hell was he saying? Was he in his right mind right now?

I fought the urge to clench my fists, I didn't want to give him the satisfaction of seeing he had gotten to me. He continued to speak. "You want to redeem yourself for being unable to save them. You were weak and that hasn't changed because you are still ruled by emotion. You will fail. The same way your parents failed. You will fall and I will stand above your dead body the way I did your father's. For daring to stand against me, Vitalio Bianchi, I will destroy you." I stood slowly. When I reached my full height I regarded the old man before me clinging to the last vestiges of his power. Clinging to a lost era. To a dream.

“You want to provoke him.” “I want to expose him.” Eshnu stopped walking. “Think about it. The mighty heir of Sabre Pack losing control over a weak immortal female.” Lucien folded his arms. “And what do I gain from this?” Eshnu grinned. “Chaos.” “That benefits you, not me.” “Not entirely.” Eshnu lowered his voice. “Once Hevian loses control, the Alpha King will see him as unstable.” Lucien remained silent. Eshnu stepped closer. “And when the heir falls… who do you think the dissatisfied nobles will turn to?”