Novel & Cerita Rejected Poisoned Reborn I Ll Ruin Them All

He looked at her with pure, unadulterated disgust. "She’s a corpse," Dante spat, his grip on me tightening until it was painful. "She has no resistance. There’s no pleasure in owning something that doesn't know how to fight back." Julian stepped back, his silver eyes flashing with a new, dangerous calculation. "You’re making a mistake, Dante. The 'poison' in her blood is reaching critical mass. She’s going to trigger a neural collapse that will take the whole city with her. The replacement was your only chance at a stable reign."

The word "RENEGOTIATE" didn't just sit on the surface of the coin; it breathed. The violet script throbbed with a low-frequency hum that resonated in the fillings of my teeth and the marrow of my bones. I stared at it, my heart hammering a frantic rhythm against the quiet of the ruins. The "True Zero" was supposed to be the end—the final, clean break from a world of values and assignments. But the machine, it seemed, was like a persistent ghost, refusing to cross the threshold into the afterlife.

Fear filled her eyes, yet her face twisted into something almost grotesque. She said, "Mirella, you don't actually know this, but when I was with Roland, he constantly said you were boring and planned to kill you after you gave birth. Even the poison I gave you regularly was Roland's doing. Otherwise, how could I have gotten such expensive poison!"

But no matter how hard I tried, I still couldn't remember who that woman was. Out of the corner of my eye, I caught Frederick's triumphant smile. I hated it. I hated the fact that even after being reborn, I was still going to die at his hands. I couldn't accept it. But it was already too late. My mother raised her whip high. Just as it was about to strike my face, a gunshot rang out from the doorway. "Who gave you the right to lay a hand on my man?"

I remembered that on the day we took that photo, he promised we'd go to the same university and that we'd be together forever. But promises and people would always change, and nothing turned out the way either of us thought it would. I looked at the photo for a long time, then slipped it between the pages of a book I knew I'd never open again. All those days of tears and fights and falling apart just faded into the past, and eventually, so did everything else.

She picked up her phone again, examining Zack’s profile. “Besides, if we’re going to be seen getting into that man’s car, I’d rather look like a super model, not a zombie ” I glanced at her. “You’re unbelievable “

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

“Thank you for all your hard work, Kate. Your drug is going to be named Monica’s Cure.” My world collapses. This betrayal feels sharper than any blade. “Rest in peace, Kate,” Monica adds. My eyes widen when I see the gas pressure indicator on the lab wall shooting into the red. I reach the door, coughing violently and still trying to pound on it from the inside. “Paul! There’s a gas leak! Open the door!” I scream hysterically. But Paul and Monica simply walk away, leaving me choking and slowly losing consciousness. Then a painful whistling sound is heard, as if the Angel of Death is swinging his scythe.

"Who gave you the nerve to insult me with this garbage?" Damian's voice wasn't loud, but it landed like a sledgehammer in the silent ballroom. Jason's outstretched hand froze midair, the smile on his face vanishing completely. "M-Mr. Blackwood... what do you mean by that?" he stammered, cold sweat beading across his forehead. "Our team spent several sleepless nights putting the Southside proposal together..." "Several sleepless nights..." Damian let out a cold laugh. "...just to fabricate all this?"

A single photograph clipped to the corner. The photograph was of a grave. Fresh earth. White flowers. A headstone with my name on it, and two dates. The letters were too sharp, and the grass around them was a different green, as if somebody had put them there on a screen. But the second date was right. It was the one I remembered, three years from now. I had never told anyone that date. My hand shook, and Adrian took the paper from me gently. He read the line printed beneath the photograph. His jaw went tight.