Novel & Cerita The Comeback Novel

Nancy came up to my workstation, lifted a USB holding the code, and fixed me with a threatening look. The firewall alarms kept shrilling, but her voice was colder than the noise. "Whether the money can be recovered or not, someone has to take the fall. Sign the liability agreement. This USB drive contains photos of your parents, right? They are elite hackers. If I release their photos to the public…" She stopped short on purpose, flashing a menacing smile. I clenched my fists as I met her gaze coldly. My parents were once elite hackers who took on more than a few jobs that put them at odds with powerful tycoons. For years, they lived under assumed names and were constantly hunted.

"But Sophia is a woman too, isn't she?" "Sophia is different. She's an online influencer, and she's always sharing her life as a wealthy wife. She's sophisticated and elegant… Ugh, what's the point in telling you this? You wouldn't get it. Just give the shares back to Dad." I glanced at the new gold bracelet I had bought and smiled to myself. It really was true that money knew quality. The bracelet looked stunning, and I was sure Alice would love it, too. "I sold the shares. You can find whoever who bought them to buy them back."

In life, no matter how much we want something to happen, if the time is not right we cannot force it to happen. Just like Sydney and I fell in love. I really wanted to fight her back then, but I still didn't have the ability to do that. When you love, you will be really hurt. Because you don’t really love if you don’t feel pain. Above all, no matter how much we have been hurt, we must not forget that life will be easier if we know how to forgive those who have hurt us—in the past or in the present. — So, my story entitled My Ex-Boyfriend's Comeback is now over. So, I just want to thank you all!

Poison center. I knew prison would be hell—and life after might be even worse. Still, I believed her. Five years. I went in a reckless kid. I came out thirty. The second I stepped out of the prison gates, sunlight slammed into me. Blinding. I could barely keep my eyes open. I lifted a hand to block the glare. Through the haze, I saw Selene Quinn. She looked even better than five years ago. The old innocence was gone, the softness too. In its place—sharp edges. The kind you get from surviving the business world.

And just when she thought he was going to keep his promise of doing forever with her, He offered her money as compensation for the five years she had loved, cared for, and stood by him. “How cruel,” Emma seethed inwardly. “Because I can’t be with a cripple,” “So, what changed? Why did you come back to take my husband away?” “Your husband?” Lora chuckled. “It didn’t seem that way when he walked out of your so-called wedding to meet me.”

Outside the window, neon lights flickered, and the city pulsed with life. I stood on the terrace of a luxurious hotel, overlooking this sleepless metropolis. This was my 23rd birthday party. I had been reborn. Not only was I alive and well, but I had returned to ten years ago. This was the year the Grant Corporation had just completed a major international acquisition and successfully gone public. This was the year I had yet to become Victor’s wife. “Isn’t it enough to give anyone a headache?” A snide voice came from behind me.

"The hashtag." #BloomAfterBeingCutDown was trending worldwide. "People are sharing their own comeback stories," Raven explained. "Divorces, career changes, overcoming illness, starting over after trauma. Your speech didn't just go viral—it started a movement." Before I could process this, my phone rang. It was Elena, the Lilies creative director. "Ayra?" Her voice sounded frazzled. "We need to talk." "Is everything okay?" "Can you come down for a quick breakfast in the breakfast room? There's been... a development."

If anything, Uncle Ben had been my rock inside the madness and chaos, but even he hadn’t been strong enough to keep me rooted here. But I guess dying and having your younger niece as your only living family, gave you a big enough reason to come back home just for one last time. I at least owed it to him to come back, it was the least I could do for him, making sure that his house and business would be taken care of. There were vultures enough around that wanted nothing more but to grab the business that had taken him blood sweat and tears to build, and sell it to the highest bidder just for their own profit. Not that I had any idea how to run a business, I just hoped his will would give me s

"I'll make Silverlune Pack stronger than ever." He smiled—real trust in his eyes. "Of course." Then that teasing smirk. "Wildgrove Pack's new Alpha heard you were back. Made the trip to see you." I blinked. "Who? Why would they—?" He just nodded toward the receiving room. I walked over and pushed the door open. Tall. Broad shoulders. Dark green cloak, Wildgrove Pack's totem stitched across it. He turned. Amber eyes, that familiar spark. "So... you're finally coming home?"

The burns were faint but visible, etching a story of pain and survival. Ezekiel reached out, his hand trembling slightly as it hovered near her face. “Who did this to you?” he asked, his voice breaking. “Who made you endure this?” When she still didn’t respond, Ezekiel’s hand found its way to her cheek. The contact was electric, stirring something deep within both of them. For a moment, she didn’t pull away, allowing the warmth of his touch to seep through her defenses. “Come back to me,” Ezekiel pleaded, his voice raw with emotion. “I don’t care what you’ve done or what you’ve become. None of it matters. Just come back.”