Reborn To Ruin Him And Seduce His Rival Novels & Stories

Where are you? Then she saw a blur of movement up ahead. Hiding behind a thick tree, she watched what was going on. And there, in a small clearing, was Daniel standing and talking with Kael-the rogue leader of the Dark Moon pack. Sophia's stomach was roiling with anxiety at every word that fell. You sure this will work?" Daniel asked, low. "I don't want to hurt Sophia." Kael laughed, the cruel sound running chills down Sophia's spine. "We'll crush the Rivers pack with your help. They'll never see it coming."

He needs me until every asset is under Goldman Therapeutics' control. I know I have to break free from Paul. My actions right now, asking for a divorce impulsively, are only going to lead me to another tragic ending. As if fate has already locked in my death if I don’t play this carefully. Meanwhile, the universe is giving me a stage for perfect revenge now, isn’t it? I simply nod quickly. “Sorry. You’re right. I have a lot on my mind.” This time, Paul moves to my side. He cups my face with both of his hands, which feel cold. His eyes stare deeply into mine, searching for whatever remains of the naive Kaitlyn inside.

A week before the college entrance exam, my twin brother, Tristan Doyle, runs away with a delinquent. Our parents abandon their massive corporate empire and set out to search for him. I intend to join the search, but a comment abruptly flashes across my vision. "Don't go, Ryan! If you skip the exam too, your family is doomed!" With no other choice, I shoulder the pressure and walk into the exam hall alone. Yet the moment the exams end, my parents return and lock me in the basement. Ten years later, I finally escape, only to discover that Tristan has stolen my identity. He's celebrated as that year's top scorer, gets a degree from a prestigious university, and is even married to my former

“Caleb takes the fall, Marcus breaks, and you rise. I’m in.” I nodded, my smirk widening, my heart pounding with the thrill of my gambit. Marcus’s curse, his desperation, his trust in me—it was all a house of cards, and I’d burn it down. The Moonborn, Sebastian, Caleb—they were pawns in my game, and the throne would be mine.

Brandon had been ruthless, and the back of my hand was already covered in dark bruises. It hurt terribly, but the pain brought a sudden, sharp clarity to my mind. In my past life, I had been completely blinded by love, unable to see Vivian's manipulative nature or Brandon's unwavering devotion to her, which ultimately led to my tragic death. In this life, I could only wait impatiently for my admission letter to arrive. I licked my lips and started a countdown for the disasters heading their way as I watched everyone leave. It wasn't long before the admission letters arrived, and I successfully received my own admission notice.

He must be furious! [Feels good! The spot's finally back where it belongs. First step in crushing that impostor's dream!] [Nice one, Horace! Dump the trashy troublemaker girl, go to the same university as the female lead, and take back everything that belongs to you. That's the real heir storyline!] I didn't say a word. Horace let out a deep breath, as if he was finally releasing all the frustration he had carried since being reborn. "Brian, I'm really sorry about this, but this admission spot was always supposed to be mine. Getting back what belongs to me feels pretty damn good. Without a top university on your record… What do you think you'll ever amount to?"

He chuckled, dark satisfaction dripped his tone as he watched me. “Look at you shattering beautifully for me. I thought you were composed a few minutes ago,” he teased, eyes blazing as he watched me break apart. My breath hitched as the pleasure grew, sharp, flooding me with heat until my eyes fluttered shut. He pressed the button on the vibrator up one level and I shattered completely. “You won't ever be free from me. Even in your dreams, I will fuck you until you are ruined. You are mine,” he growled, voice thick with possession.

The sensuality was sharp, a sweet, erotic cruelty that defined their "New Rules." "I want her to see that I’ve rewritten the blueprints," he rasped. "I want her to see that you don't belong to the Architect. You belong to the ruin. My ruin." He kissed her then—a brutal, possessive collision that tasted of salt and the scotch still lingering on his tongue. It wasn't a kiss of comfort; it was a kiss of reclamation. He was marking her one last time before the glass shattered. Ivy met him with an equal, desperate hunger, her hands sliding down his scarred back, mapping the trauma they both shared.

If he remembered our previous life, how would I make my third move? … When I first bragged to Wesley, I said that it would take only three moves to reclaim what should have been his if he worked with me. After I died horribly in my previous life, I could never allow Harry to comfortably inherit the Grant family fortune, let alone allow him to control the Grant Corporation himself. I had people monitor the hospital. Harry had already awakened and seemed normal. The Grant family remained stable. Harry stopped demanding that the engagement be called off and postponed his wedding to Nessa.

Betrayal and danger would become our steadfast companions, lurking in the shadows as we danced on the precipice of redemption and ruin. As I contemplated my next move on the chessboard, the pieces mirrored the calculated steps we would take in unraveling my father's empire. I set aside the doubts that threatened to engulf me, summoning the courage to forge ahead. Edward, with his dangerous charm and calculated ruthlessness, became my ally in this high-stakes game of power and vengeance.