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Two headlines that had once defined her ruined world would now never be printed: “Voss Heiress: Damien’s Submissive Lapdog?” “Arabella’s Fall: The Promiscuous Whore with an Angel’s Face?” Both were gone. Burned by the crimson fire of her own will. Elara turned back toward the ballroom, a small, cold, and utterly satisfied smile playing on her lips. Misfortune—evaded. History—rewritten.

My breath hitched. That voice. Alexander. The camera shifted, revealing him seated in a dimly lit room, his face shadowed, but unmistakable. “You’ll have questions. You deserve them. But first you have to survive long enough to hear the answers. Rebirth was never just a project. It was a contingency. A way to cheat death. And we weren’t supposed to be part of it.” Static again. Kara lowered her voice. “That’s all we could recover. The rest was corrupted.”

Kimberly explained softly. Fabian proudly added, "Her grandma's a well-known psychic back home. These are the real deal." At that, another wave of admiration swept through the crowd. Out of nowhere, someone shoved me hard. I stumbled and nearly fell. When I turned, Fabian was glaring at me in disgust. "Priscilla Jensen! Stop daydreaming and get over here to tie the charms!" My fingers trembled as the truth crashed over me—I had been reborn. In my past life, it had been the same morning with sunlight glaring down on us. Kimberly had smiled sweetly as she held the delicate embroidered charms.

ANASTASIA'S POV “So where did you disappear to yesterday?” Arissa asked, one brow arched, a slow smirk tugging at her lips as I scanned through the science section of the Stormborn Library. I froze mid-reach, fingers hovering over a thick book on wolf biology. “Yeah, I’d like to know too,” Clara added, grinning with just as much mischief. I could practically FEEL my face burst into flames. I snatched the book off the shelf and began flipping through the thick pages, keeping my eyes glued on it like it was suddenly the most fascinating thing in the world. “I didn’t disappear,” I muttered weakly, still flipping.

Still completely confused, Ayleen quickly grabbed the other books on the table and began examining them. “This can’t be real! I must have borrowed all these books before.” Besides those books, she spotted a red card. She quickly grabbed it and froze as she read it. “A library card. This … was supposed to have been lost after I graduated, but why-” “Oh my gosh, so you’re here after all!” Someone walked toward her, her face slightly damp with sweat. The girl smiled and casually grabbed a water bottle—which Ayleen just realized was the one she’d used back when she was a student at Stone Hill University.

In their place remained the Archai Sword in its new form. Its appearance had changed from celestial blue and white into a deep crimson red, with faint hints of celestial blue still glowing along its edges. Void and Chaos-Moon energy pulsed through the blade. It looked sharper, clearer, and far more powerful than before. Beside it floated another artifact. The Book of Rebirth. It was the merging of the Book of Life and the Book of Death. Its cover bore both black and white, radiating a celestial and hellish glow simultaneously. The energy surrounding it felt balanced yet immense.

WARNING: THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS GRAPHIC VIOLENCE AND GORE (DISMEMBERMENT, FEEDING). As Cruella's bones kept changing positions making her vulnerable, the girls thought of it as an opportunity to run but Maeve saw it as an opportunity to get revenge. She was frightened by Cruella's sudden strength but now that she was going through whatever this is, she wanted to teach her a lesson. “Come on Maeve, let's get out of here.” One of her minions said. It's obvious the girl was fucking scared but Maeve cared less.

A big part of me was scared too. Exasperatedly, she waved her hand and the same book that Jace gifted me appeared in front of us. She waved her fingers in the air. The book opened, and the pages began to turn itself. Now she was frightening me. "Read," She gestured with her eyes at the page. I had started to feel sick to my stomach. I was trying hard not to get on my feet and ran away from her office without looking back. Forwarding, I leaned over the book. My eyes darted on the highlighted letters. When I was done with the reading, my big eyes turned to her. She wasn't kidding. It was clearly written what she told me about the reborn thing.

You can't listen to my brother all the time, let's go show the world that Rose Hawthorne has been reborn. I hesitated. I hadn't been in a club before, I was always a house girly but fuck it, I won't be a ghost from my past life. Then I remembered the therapist words. "Be whatever you weren't in your past, that's the only way true change can start." "Fine," I said, a surge of rebellion hitting me. "But if Derek finds out, I am telling him you kidnapped me."

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