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Fred explained. This time, he knows he has thrown his parents into a more confusing state. “How?” David asked. This is getting more complicated than he thought. “She changed her identity and her facial looks,” Fred said, sighing softly.

When he was escorted out, he shouted at me with misplaced bravado, "Don't think this is over! Once I'm out, I'll marry Marin! She's having my son!" His mother wept and clung to him. "Don't worry, Jensen! I'll take care of Marin and our family's precious heir!" But the way Marin avoided Jensen's touch, eyes full of disgust, told me everything. Jensen had lost nearly all his money and was now facing jail time—Marin wasn't going to stay loyal for long. After that day, I moved in with my parents, raising my daughter with them and finding a kind family to adopt the baby I had switched. Life became calm again.

As I watched him walk away, I thought back to our days together in this quiet house. Fabian didn’t seem like the ruthless businessman the outside world described. Beneath his cool exterior, there was a steadiness, a kind of quiet gentleness. Three months later, my body had fully healed. Even the shadow of depression had lifted. With Fabian’s help, I was given a new identity: “A secretary supporting her ailing mother, struggling to earn the money for her expensive treatments.” I planned to use this new identity to return to Brandon’s side and retrieve my mother’s ashes.

The mentor and the others were all cheering, their faces lit with excitement, as if I had just come back from some kind of victory. The mentor walked over with a warm smile and stopped in front of me. "What kind of identity do you want to return with?" I froze for a second, then asked without thinking, "I can't be Samuel anymore?" He shook his head, a hint of regret in his expression. "No. You've already died. That's a fixed rule. You can live again under a new identity, but you won't have to start from birth." I went quiet. Something heavy settled in my chest, a kind of sadness I couldn't really put into words.

Though I already knew a few things about it, I better understand the present world even more and what I had to do to survive it. "What's your name? You're third type reborn, I suppose you are aware of who you are and what you are in you're past life right?" "Yes, I am Rik Van Der Werf." I gently smiled, "You can call me Vander." I lied. I made up my mind not to reveal my true identity. After all, I've been reborn, so why should I use my real name? Right now, I am no longer Damon Fritzwalt.

"I have no such daughter, I hereby sever all ties with Viona from thenceforth she is no longer one of the Levites, nor is she a Noblemen" ________ End of flashback ________ 'My return to the human world' This time prepared and ready, no more bullshit from any bastards or bitches. I have changed my fate. I have to live my own life now.

again. "Relax, it's not an engagement ring." He laughed out loud. "These are your and your parents' new ID cards. From now on, you don't need to worry about your fake ID being discovered, Miss Rebecca Swan." He put three ID cards in my hand. "Thank you so much." I hugged Alex excitedly. I was finally resurrected hahaha, although with a different name. I covered my mouth and suppressed my tears of joy. Starting over was definitely a good choice.

And now, he controlled what had once been ours. Stephen and I had to change, not just our lives, but our very identities. Helena was a master at crafting disguises, and she had transformed us. Gone was my golden hair and blue eyes. Now I had the appearance of a quiet, black-haired girl from the East, with dark eyes and an air of quiet anonymity. Stephen, too, had been altered, his features disguised to resemble mine—delicate, softer, more unassuming. Helena had always had brown hair, but now it shimmered golden, and she had changed her mannerisms so entirely that even I could barely recognize her.

Information was being exchanged between councils, packs, and even creatures from other realms. Yes—other realms. My father talked about beings I'd never even heard of. Honestly, the whole thing sounded insane. But one part of me was… excited. Happy, even. Because I wasn't returning with the same face. I left for the human world months ago and paid a ridiculous amount of money to completely change my appearance. It was expensive. Painfully expensive. But now that my face was healed, settled, and perfect? Worth it. I needed a new identity anyway. I couldn't return as Clara—the disgrace, the murderer, the Luna-wannabe everyone despised.

Subject relinquishes all claims to previous assets and identities. I was signing away Blackwood Industries. The company my grandfather built, my father grew, and I'd transformed into a billion-dollar empire. Gone. My penthouse. My cars. My accounts. My name. Everything that made me Adrian Blackwood would cease to exist the moment I signed this paper. I'd become whoever the FBI decided I should be. John Smith in some suburb in Kansas. Michael Jones in a small town in Oregon. A ghost of who I used to be. "Where do I sign?"