Scorned Heir's Second Life: The Rebirth That Made My Brothers Weep 소설 & 이야기

This made me perk up and look back at him directly. "Hang on what did they say that makes it so categorically me? And haven't you already had a mate, Luna Grace?" His face seized in anger at my challenging tone. /Careful/ Fyre warned. "Yes, I'm sure you heard about my traitorous elder brothers’ atrocity. However, there are second-chance mates for those that deserve it. I'm not about to rule a kingdom without possibility of producing an Alpha heir."

But if she didn't give it to Jacob, who would be the best candidate? Leah's gaze fell on Jade, and Neve and Jacob both tensed up, subconsciously clenching their fists. Could this old hag be thinking of making Jade the heir? In the past, Jade would definitely have refused. After living a second life, however, she could see through many things. In her previous life, Jacob had managed to get his hands on the company through various means, but the Severins had gone bankrupt not long after. So when Leah's gaze fell on her, she didn't avoid it. Instead, she faced it bravely.

“You’re going to die soon. Your time is running out, Jason.” “You bitch!” I gave her a sharp glare. She just laughed and stepped away. “You’re really funny. Even if you try to intimidate me with your glare, it won’t do anything! Your wealth and everything you own—well, you left them to me and my son.” She paused, then looked at me with a smirk. “By the way, I’m really surprised that the smartest guy back in college never figured out that the child he adored so much wasn’t even his biological son.”

I did, only to get stabbed in the back by him. In my past life, I'd handed him the company and even given him shares. So, looking back on where that got me, I'd never repeat the same mistake in my second shot at life. "What happens in my company is none of your business, and I never forced Sephine to cheat. Maybe try using that useless brain of yours to think for once." With that, I tossed the rag in the sink and walked past him. "And by the way, you can pack up too. You're 30 and still mooching off your sister's house like a leech. How does that not embarrass you?"

I stood in the familiar grand hall of the Quirrel estate. The invited astrologer sat rigidly upright as he meticulously analyzed each woman's natal chart. I was shaking all over, as if my bones broken by that iron rod in my past life were still throbbing with pain. To my surprise, I hadn't died—I had been reborn. The astrologer's head snapped up. His face was flushed as he pointed a trembling finger at me. He said, "Her chart's extraordinary. The stars point to a rare healing energy, a fate not only to restore her husband's health but also to give him heirs who will carry on the family name.

"And his heir used the opportunity to start the slaughter." My mind spins. My throat closes up. "My pack." The words barely leave my lips. My vision blurs, hot tears pressing against my eyes. I inhale shakily. "You said… his heir?" "Yeah," he confirms, leaning back. I lift my head, my body shaking with fury. "He has two heirs," I whisper. "Tristan Sinclair and Thorne Sinclair." I step forward, voice trembling, fists clenching. "Which of these bastards started this war and destroyed my pack?"

A sound that reverberated through my body and shook me ice cold. “Keira Pierre,” he got serious again. “Do yourself a favour and keep your father’s lineage alive.” He didn’t need to say anymore than that, I understood what it meant. For the first time since I came to Blackthorn, real hot fear coursed through my body. “Who are you?” I finally mustered the voice to ask. “No one that should bother you, if you lay low.” “I used to know your father,” he said, gaze falling into shadows.

He must be furious! [Feels good! The spot's finally back where it belongs. First step in crushing that impostor's dream!] [Nice one, Horace! Dump the trashy troublemaker girl, go to the same university as the female lead, and take back everything that belongs to you. That's the real heir storyline!] I didn't say a word. Horace let out a deep breath, as if he was finally releasing all the frustration he had carried since being reborn. "Brian, I'm really sorry about this, but this admission spot was always supposed to be mine. Getting back what belongs to me feels pretty damn good. Without a top university on your record… What do you think you'll ever amount to?"

“I don't have any more wolfsbane right now, and honestly, buying it from the black market has become difficult. Father has placed a ban on it and is arresting all the sellers, so I can't get any more.” “And besides...” He straightened, a mischievous grin spreading across his face. “Poisoning him would be too boring.” He gritted his teeth, his eyes blazing with resentment. “My brother is so arrogant and annoying that I think death would be too merciful for him. To make things more interesting, I want him alive. I want him to watch me take everything away from him so he can feel ten times the pain I've felt since childhood while he took everything that ever belonged to me.” A small smile secre

Because it was just a family dinner, we kept it small and just had a casual meal together. Ian somehow caught wind of the celebration and reserved a table at the same hotel. He swaggered into my private room, ignoring everyone else. "So what if you got into a good university? You'll still end up working for someone else. "I, on the other hand, am Dad's successor. I have a pretty girlfriend, and I'll inherit Dad's company in the future." He then walked up to me and mocked, "In the end, I'm still the winner. My life has always been better than yours, you loser."