Novel & Cerita Reborn To Ruin Him

I instantly felt like crying after hearing what Mom said. In my past life, I never mentioned it to Mom and Dad because I didn't want to trouble them; after all, they were already very busy with their law firm. I deeply regretted it when I saw Mom and Dad holding my body and crying so hard that they couldn't pull themselves together after I died. It was because of that that the very first thing I did after being reborn was tell Mom about what was happening at school.

He forced me to abort our baby but got another woman pregnant. I don't even know what to do. Where do I go? What do I do? “Haaaaaaaaaaa... Ahhhhhhhhhhh...!” My tears and screams echoed as I stood in the middle of the deserted road. It was silent except for the sound of the rain pouring down. I looked up at the heavens. I cursed the day I met Magnus Kalan, hoping for only one thing. If I could turn back the hands of time, I would never look at him twice. I would have achieved so much, and most importantly, my parents would still be alive.

All the pain, confusion, and fury I had carried from my past life surged forward, flooding out as tears I could no longer contain. The media snapped away, but no one knew why I was crying. Those tears were not hers to claim. They were for the dark past I had finally escaped, and for the boundless future that now lay before me. I considered myself lucky. I had not become a sacrifice for her greed, nor had I become a stepping stone for her so-called pursuit of love. Fragments of the past flickered through my mind like scattered photographs caught in the wind, and in that moment, a shaft of sunlight broke through the clouds, spilling gold across the ruins of everything I had survived.

“The same three days you got back, Kara. That can’t be a coincidence.” I stared at him, the words settling into me slow and cold, reshaping everything I thought I understood about my own rebirth, about the shape of the borrowed time I’d been given, about whether this had ever truly been mine to begin with.

"Mia, please, you don't understand—" "No, you don't understand!" Mia stepped forward, jabbing a finger toward the main house. "He is engaged! He is parading around with another woman, letting his family tie their entire future to hers, while you throw your entire life away for crumbs in the dark! Wake up, Liv! You need to forget him. Cut him off. End this sick addiction before he completely destroys you!"

I heard her say as she cleaned the crocodile tears that threatened to stream down her face. Actually, I wasn't good from the scratch. I had to be good so I tried. Desperately. It was the only weapon an abandoned child like me had to survive. I was a child with a heart so desperate to be loved by family and they went ahead to stomp all over it. Why did I have to be the butt of the joke? All this time, what did I work for? Dear Lord, now that all this has happened, I regret my life with all my being. Please have mercy on this pitiful fool and if you give me one more chance, I'll give everything I have and get my revenge. I promise.

Behind Madam Brown stood a large group of reporters, all pointing their cameras at Evelyn. Then it hit her. Evelyn’s eyes widened. Her heart nearly stopped. She remembered this scene. She could never forget it. She hadn’t died. She had been given another chance. She had been reborn. And not just anywhere. She had returned to the very first night she had spent with Alexander two years ago. Which meant… Last night hadn’t been a dream. It had really happened. Tears immediately filled Evelyn’s eyes. It was unbelievable. She was alive.

"I need you to understand something, Marcus. I've read a thousand liars across a desk, and every one of them made the same mistake you're making right now. They thought threatening the thing someone loves would make them afraid. It doesn't. It makes them dangerous." Something flickers in Marcus's expression, the first genuine uncertainty I've seen from him. "You're very bold," he says, "for a man who doesn't remember his own wedding." "I remember enough," I say. "I remember that whoever hurts this child answers to me first, and I promise you, whatever version of Rowan you expected to find in this body, I am not him. I have already died once. I am not afraid of very much anymore." The room go

The amount of trouble that you have created for me. I didn't even give Liam the opportunity to speak. “I went into a coma, didn't I?” I asked, looking directly at the woman that just spoke. “You can say that I've been reborn. And of course, I won't be the one assuring you that I've changed. You'll be seeing the change yourself.” She licked her lips, suddenly sitting up. From everything I had learned from Cole in the past, I knew that I was winning this woman over.

As spring turned to summer, rain started falling. It was eerily similar to the day I died. The detention center was damp and cold. Harry had lost a lot of weight. His hands were cuffed, and he wore a thin prison uniform as he sat across from me behind the glass. He should not have looked so miserable. His methods for consolidating the Grant family’s followers after his rebirth were ruthless. Old Master Grant was utterly disappointed in him, so much so that he refused to see him even on his deathbed.