Novel & Cerita Reborn To Ruin Him

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

"Callum, you bastard! You were the one who was greedy, and you approached me first! You wanted to keep everything for yourself!" Under everyone's watchful eyes, the two of them lunged at each other like rabid dogs, tearing at one another's clothes and making absolute fools of themselves. My enemies from my past life were putting on a ridiculous farce right in front of me in this life. Watching this play out, the suffocating resentment that had built up in my chest finally found an outlet. The handcuffs around my wrists were unlocked. I rolled my sore wrists and walked over to Dad—who was already drowning in tears—and pulled him into a tight embrace. "I'm so sorry for worrying you, Dad."

I kicked him in the knee, sending him crashing to the ground, then pinned him hard against the greasy floor. I snatched a steak knife from the table. Amidst his screams, I snatched back the communicator. "Listen close, Tony. This? This is for my mother." "If you ever show your face around me again, I'll break your other hand, then cut off that filthy tongue of yours and feed it to the dogs." Under his terrified stare, I dropped the knife and walked out into the pouring rain. From that day on, that man and I were done. Late that night, the rain poured harder, like it wanted to drown this sinful city.

"I know I was wrong, Isabella. Please give me another chance. I'll rise again and spend the rest of my life making it up to you. Let's go back to how things were." The letters made me laugh. We couldn't go back, not when the young man who once knelt in the rain and begged me to save him had died the moment he chose betrayal and greed. I slowly tore the letter to pieces, as if tearing apart that absurd past. "I don't take U-turns in life, especially not when the path leads me back to a trash heap," I whispered to the pale light creeping across the window. "My throne was forged from ruins, but the only one who can sit on it is the self reborn from the ashes."

I said softly. “Yes.” He said. His eyes moved toward Aurelia’s crib across the room. “And fear spreads faster than loyalty ever does.” I watched his expression carefully and then noticed the grief beneath it; he was not grieving for the man his father was, but for the damage left behind afterwards. “You are not him,” I said quietly. Ruin’s gaze returned to mine. “I know.” Simple words, but months ago he would not have answered that quickly. Back then, guilt and violence defined too much of his identity. He believed survival required becoming dangerous enough to destroy threats before they reached him, but now he understood strength differently: not domination but responsibility, protection,

Dax said, standing over him, the gavel glowing with a soft, peaceful white light. Silas looked up, his scarred face twisted in a final, pathetic grin. "You think... you've won? You've just... deleted the only history you had. You're... nothing now. Just ghosts... in an empty world." "No," I said, walking up to stand beside Dax. I took his hand, our fingers interlacing, the sapphire heat between us stronger than any pre-programmed link. "We're the authors." Silas de-rezzed into a pile of gray ash, his consciousness finally purged from the High-Band. The obsidian monolith behind him began to dissolve, the dark clouds of the civil war parting to reveal the golden sun of the Reborn World once mo

She whispered to her reflection: “If they want me… they’re not ready for what happens next.” Because Sheraphina wasn’t the same fragile girl she’d been before rebirth. She had survived death once. She wouldn’t bow to the shadows now.

Was this a chance or an opportunity from God? A chance to make things right? Good. As I watched my friends and family interact happily, my mind already made up, the pain from loosing my child and dying while Edgar fucked over my corpse etched deeply in my mind. This time I wasn't that naive human he thought I was, no, I am going to make him regret ever crossing parts with him. And unluckily for him, I came back with the exact memories that will be his ruin.

To Damien. The day he found out, it felt as though something had been hollowed out of his chest. She was too pure for the likes of them. He knew what the Blackwoods did to beautiful things: they either broke them or twisted them until they were unrecognizable. They had done it to his mother. He hated them for it. But he knew his place. He wasn't one of them. He had dropped the name that ridiculed his mother’s memory, choosing Vale—her name—instead. He refused to carry the brand of the man who had destroyed her.

I stopped the car but did not open the gate fully. “You have two minutes. Inside the living room only.” He followed me in. The moment the door closed behind us he dropped to his knees on the floor in front of me. “I’m sorry. I’m so fucking sorry. I lost my mind. I never wanted to hurt you like that. I’ll do anything. Just don’t destroy me completely.” Tears ran down his face. He reached for my legs and pressed his mouth against my knee through the fabric of my trousers. His hands slid up the backs of my thighs, desperate and shaking.