Reincarnated As The Crazed Heir Novels & Stories

But she wasn’t the girl Nathaniel had tried to destroy. No. That girl was dead. And in her place stood the storm he never saw coming. Everything that had happened in the last few years felt like a fever dream stitched together with pain. The fire. The betrayal. Damien pulling me back from the brink of death. The surgeries. The bandages. The new face. The therapy. And then the planning. So much planning. They thought I died... Well, let them keep thinking it. Ashen Group wasn’t just an empire—it was a weapon. My weapon. Born in the ashes of my old life. Fueled by betrayal and designed to give power back to women who had been crushed, controlled, discarded. Like me.

Although they had met me before, they had never bowed like this in regard for me. “What is wrong?” Lyra whispered and I shook my head. “You don’t have to worry.” “My grandchild, Mason!” The hoarse voice of my grandfather came up and we all turned to look back. “My heir!” He added, grinning knowingly. “Grandfather,” I whispered, glancing at my brothers who stood behind him, except my first brother, Lorenzo, his second in command. “I knew you would be here, Mason, my heir!” He repeated and then laughed loudly.

He looked like a fairytale prince, like the man I once trusted with my soul. Like he hadn’t ripped it out of my chest. My knees buckled, My father held me upright, whispering something I couldn’t hear over the pounding in my ears. And then everything began to make sense. The Moon Goddess answered me. She heard my prayer, she sent me back to take my revenge. I had just been reborn six years back, to my wedding day with Darren. To the very day I married the man who would kill me and his unborn child. To the moment I made the biggest mistake of my life.

"The Heir needs a catalyst. A heart that has been emptied is the perfect vessel for my return. And you, Rhea... you are the cradle that is finally falling." A sudden, sharp contraction tore through Rhea’s abdomen, making her arch her back and scream. The glass-like skin of her stomach was glowing so brightly it was translucent. She could see him. The Heir. He wasn't a baby anymore. He was a curled, terrifying shape of pure shadow, his fingers elongated and clawed, his head crowned with jagged obsidian horns. He was pushing. He was fighting to be free of the flesh that had held him. "I can't... I can't do this alone," she wheezed, her silver veins pulsing with a violent, violet light.

"I believe I died and came back to life five years earlier. I manipulated situations to get revenge. I let your father get kidnapped because I calculated it would serve my purposes. How is that not insane?" "Because it's true. Isabelle remembers the other timeline too. I remember parts of it. My father will testify that you had knowledge you couldn't have had." "And they'll say we're all delusional. That I manipulated all of you into believing my fantasy." She pressed her hand against the glass. "Maybe I did. Maybe none of it was real and I'm actually just crazy." "You saved my father's life." "After endangering it. That's the part you keep forgetting." Her voice cracked. "Maybe Catherine's

Mamma quickly looked toward me, her eyes brimming with a desperate plea. Cristiano sighed softly, his cold expression softening with a trace of warmth. "We'll get married as soon as Nina recovers, Patrizia. The position of Donna of the Gallo Famiglia has always been yours, after all." I remained silent for a moment before finally giving a slight nod, though I felt completely dead inside. I had died without ever getting the wedding Cristiano promised me in my past life. I wasn't going to wait around in this life, as this would be the last time I donated my blood to Nina. I would leave this place for good and begin a life of my own in three more days.

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.”

He continued with sparkling eyes : "And I promise you, everyone that chose you over me, will regret his wrong decision to the core." "Even Charlotte?" "What the f"ck do you want from that little girl?!" "That disobedient wife of mine left before I permitted it. So I'm getting her back" "Are you going crazy or something?! You can't get the dead back!" "But I can reincarnate them." "You're really gone, Jack" "Much better than leaving my dears behind!" "Do your men know about your craziness?!"

“No, my dear. I’ll rebuild it.” He began pacing. “The packs are fractured, ruled by weak Alphas who bow to human kings and corrupt councils. I will burn the old world to ashes and raise a new one from it. And you—” He stopped in front of me, close enough that I could smell the faint trace of smoke and iron on him. “You will ensure it continues.” My breath caught. “What?” “You are my heir, Scarlett,” he said quietly, like it was the simplest truth in the world. “When I fall, you will rise. When I conquer, you will reign. My blood runs through your veins, you cannot deny what you are meant to be.”

Derick muttered something about the kitchen and slipped off, dragging Ken and Ashiel with him—leaving me alone with Dad. “What’s wrong, Lu?” Dad asked, coming closer. I swallowed hard. “I… need to tell you something. Don’t get angry. It’s… a lot.” Dad gave a short laugh. “Now you’re scaring me.” I drew a shaky breath. “I was reincarnated as a boy. In my first life, I was a girl—and I had a mate. Now I’m here, and I’m mated to Damien. I’m… not fully human. My sickness—it’s gone, because Damien marked me. And…” My throat tightened. “…and I’m pregnant with his child.”