After Rebirth, I Ruined Them All
Betrayed by her sister. Killed by her husband.
Reborn, Sarah returns with one goal-revenge.
This time, she won't be the fool.
And with the Knox, the most dangerous man by her side...
she'll ruin them all, and take back everything that belongs to her.
Promotional line: They killed me once. This time, I'll destroy them first.
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Chapter 6
SARAH
I almost puked at Amara's pretense.
This was the highest form of betrayal she had seen?
I snorted.
I had seen worse. They were making out while I was drowning-moaning while I was dying.
What did she even know about betrayal? Anyone who saw Amara overreacting would think she truly cared about me, when it was all about her own interests. Their plans must have been ruined by me tonight. Yeah... they were supposed to make out after the engagement party, but I thought that wouldn't be able to happen because of Gerald's affected mood.
"End it with him, Sarah. Now." Amara's authoritative voice wafted into my ears, pulling me out of my thoughts.
One of my brows rose. "Huh?" I blurted out.
"Yes, Sarah. You will break up with him and accept Gerald's engagement ring. Gerald loves you. Knox doesn't. That man is a devil."
The last strand holding my patience snapped the moment she called Knox a devil. My hand moved before my mind could catch up, and the slap echoed between us. She staggered and slumped onto the floor, clutching her reddened cheek.
"You slapped me, Sarah," she cried out. "Because of that bastard? What has he done to you?" she shouted.
"If you weren't on the floor, I would have slapped you one more time for calling him a bastard," I threatened, and she gasped, her eyes widening. "Watch your mouth when you speak about my man, Amara. I don't care what you have against him, but you don't get to disrespect him," I shouted, pointing a warning finger at her.
She couldn't believe her eyes.
I also couldn't believe my hand could be so quick to hit her. Well, I was glad it did, even though it was nothing compared to the pain she caused me in my past life.
She stood up and pointed a finger at me. "You are making the wrong decision, Sarah. You chose a man over your sister. You are going insane." She took steps backward as she spoke. I guessed she was scared of another slap.
"Let me make the wrong decision, sister," I responded. "If you want him so badly, Amara... then have him. Marry him. I'm sure you both suit each other," I shot back.
Something shifted in her eyes the moment I said that, but it disappeared before I could name it. With gritted teeth, she made a "fuck you" gesture and bolted off.
I erupted into hysterical laughter as I watched her run away. She was terrified. That was enough for me for the day. My engagement party was successful.
I was still laughing when I felt a familiar grip around my waist. Before I could see who it was, he dragged me closer, my back hitting his chest. His scent hit me instantly-sharp, familiar, and grounding-and my lips subconsciously curled into a smile.
"I shouldn't say this... but watching you slap her was satisfying. I wouldn't mind seeing that again," he murmured in a breathy whisper against my neck.
A mixture of warmth and cold spread through my body. Closing my eyes, I inhaled his scent and nodded. "You were watching?"
"You didn't think I'd stay back as you told me, did you?" he replied, still holding me in place. We moved gently to the soft music drifting from the hall.
"Why?" I asked in a low voice. "You still don't trust me?"
Silence followed my question. I felt his hands grow cold, and our movement briefly halted before resuming.
"The one I have a problem with is Amara. She has your loyalty. Who knows what she might be telling you?" he mumbled.
He neither said he trusted me nor denied it, which meant he didn't. It stung, but I didn't expect his trust so easily, barely twenty-four hours after I chose him as my fiancé. My actions were suspicious, so his feelings were valid.
Turning, I faced him and placed my hands on his shoulders. "You don't need to worry about Amara, Knox. Focus on me," I assured him.
Silence followed. We moved rhythmically to the soft music, listening to each other's gentle heartbeat. The breeze blew softly, slow but steady. Everything seemed perfect in that moment. Maybe that was the reassurance I needed to remind myself that I had made the right decision.
"Sarah," my mother's voice called from behind me.
Knox and I broke apart, and I turned.
There they were... my parents, and from their expressions, I knew it was time to explain myself.
I turned to Knox and muttered, "Excuse me, Knox. I'll join you after I speak with my parents."
He nodded and gave me a reassuring smile.
"What is happening?" my mother asked as soon as we settled in the car. It was the only quiet place we could talk, since everywhere else was noisy and filled with people. Reporters could be lurking around, and being trending news was not the kind of drama my family wanted to be involved in.
"Mum, Dad... do you trust me?" I asked, studying their faces to gauge their reaction.
As expected, they remained neutral. That was typical of them. The truth was, they actually liked Knox. In fact, he had been their first choice, but I had been blinded by love and deceit and kept choosing Gerald. Since they loved me so much, they had no choice but to accept him.
Now, it seemed everything had worked out for the best. I had ended up with the first man my parents chose.
"You know we do, damsel. Talk to us. What's the problem?" my father urged. "Why him, Sarah? Why Knox instead of Gerald?"
"I don't think the one I truly love is Gerald," I replied truthfully. Or maybe it was a lie, because I had loved him until twenty-four hours ago. "I think I love Knox."
"You think?" my mother cut in. "Do you think so, or do you truly love him? Do you know jumping between both men will only bring disrespect to the family when people find out?" she added, her voice growing harsher. I saw Father tap her gently, signaling her to calm down.
"I know what I want, Mother. I was just confused for a moment because I thought he was the one who saved me from drowning."
My mind froze when I realized I had almost revealed the truth. My parents stared at me suspiciously.
"I... I mean... I was just attracted to him because he saved me. The one I truly love is Knox," I said quickly, throwing out whatever explanation I could think of and silently praying they wouldn't probe further.
"Are you sure, damsel? What if you change your mind tomorrow?" my father asked softly.
"I won't, Father. Trust me. There's no reason for me to change my mind when Knox treats me better," I said firmly.
The two of them exchanged glances, then looked back at me and nodded in unison.
"We will trust you one more time, damsel. But you know there are consequences for every action."
"I know, Dad. And I promise there won't be any regret. Just trust my decision," I urged, holding their hands and pouting.
They smiled and nodded in approval.
And that was it.
I had no concerns anymore.
This time, I wouldn't be the victim. I would be the one who destroyed everything.
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7.9
June was an ordinary architect struggling to pay rent, completely estranged from her high-society mother.
But one night, she was kidnapped and beaten in an abandoned warehouse by Gage Becker, the city's most ruthless billionaire, who demanded payback for her mother's sins.
Gage pointed a high-definition camera at June's battered face and video-called her mother, threatening to release the footage and ruin her upcoming billion-dollar wedding.
"I will never throw away a billion-dollar marriage for a useless daughter."
Her mother's cold voice echoed through the warehouse before the line went dead.
From that moment, Gage systematically destroyed June's life. She was publicly humiliated and forced to hack off her own hair with a cigar cutter. She was blacklisted from every firm in the city, evicted by her landlord, and violently mugged in a freezing New York blizzard.
Curled up in an icy tunnel waiting to die, June felt a suffocating despair. She hadn't spoken to her mother in months. Why did she have to endure this hell for a woman who didn't even care if she lived or died? Why was a monster like Gage so obsessed with driving her to the grave?
When Gage's armored Maybach pulled up, he stepped into the snow to mock her, waiting for her to finally surrender and beg for his mercy.
But the absolute humiliation snapped the last thread of June's sanity.
Instead of crying, she lunged forward with feral energy and sank her teeth directly into the devil's flesh.
8.6
Lilac Stone once wanted nothing more than being unnoticed. But everything changed the moment she met Adrian Cole, the new lecturer.
He's distant and completely off-limits. She's quiet, guarded, and unprepared for the way he sees right through her.
What begins as harmless conversations after class quickly turns into something far more dangerous-something neither of them can stop no matter how hard they try.
But then they're living in a world where rules are meant to be followed, and their connection is one line they were never supposed to cross.
Whispers turn to accusations. Secrets are exposed. Their futures are at risk.
They are merely two opposites-a lecturer and a student, a male and a female-but they are bound to destroy each other as long as they are huddled in one space at the same time.
What then can they choose: forfeit their futures and embrace their happiness, or let the latter slip while keeping their careers intact?
9.5
The first clue my life was a lie was a moan from the guest room. My husband of seven years wasn't in our bed. He was with my intern.
I discovered my husband, Brendan, was having a four-year affair with Kiya-the talented girl I was mentoring and personally paying tuition for.
The next morning, she sat at our breakfast table in his shirt while he made us pancakes. He lied to my face, promising he'd never love another, just before I learned she was pregnant with his child-a child he'd always refused to have with me.
The two people I trusted most in the world had conspired to destroy me. The pain wasn't something I could live with; it was an annihilation of my entire world.
So I made a call to a neuroscientist about his experimental, irreversible procedure. I didn't want revenge. I wanted to erase every memory of my husband and become his first test subject.
9.7
Gemma expected the tearing agony of the bullet wound that had just ended her life.
Instead, her trembling fingers met the cool, smooth friction of heavy silk.
She stared into the mirror. Her face was flawless, completely devoid of the jagged scar that had marred her cheek for the last five years.
It was exactly ten years ago. The day of her engagement party to the ruthless billionaire, Brion Hubbard.
In her past life, her "best friend" Katelyn convinced her to run away with a scheming scumbag.
Katelyn claimed Brion was a heartless tyrant who would ruin her. Gemma had foolishly believed those fake tears.
That choice led to her family's bankruptcy, her brutal disfigurement, and ultimately, a fatal bomb explosion.
The only person who tried to save her was Brion, his blood-soaked body shielding hers from the blast.
She even realized too late that the strawberry cream cakes she always made for him were full of dairy.
He wasn't leaving to cheat on her. He was locking himself in a medical bay, fighting fatal allergic shock, just to accept a tiny scrap of her affection.
Gemma had been so incredibly blind. Why did she trust the venomous snakes who destroyed her, while hating the man who died for her?
Hearing Katelyn frantically knocking on the dressing room door, urging her to run away again, a towering hatred surged through Gemma's veins.
This time, she wasn't going to run.
She was going to expose the traitors, take back her family's wealth, and claim the tyrant for herself.
8.9
My family's company went bankrupt, and my biological father was lying in the ICU, kept alive by machines that cost tens of thousands a day.
I thought it was just a tragic business failure, until I caught my mother in bed with my stepfather.
They had secretly transferred all our assets months ago, deliberately bankrupting the company and leaving my father to die.
To pay the hospital bills, my stepfather forced me to a private club, trying to sell me to a sleazy investor.
When I refused, he slapped me across the face, and my mother just looked at me with cold, dead eyes.
"Be realistic, Jaelynn. A woman's body is a tool. Use it to get what you need."
Later, right before my father's emergency surgery, my stepfather signed a Do Not Resuscitate order and froze the medical accounts.
"If you don't get on your knees and spread your legs for him, I will tell the hospital to pull your father's plug."
Standing in the freezing rain, covered in mud and blood, I stared at the astronomical hospital bill in my hand.
My own family had plotted to murder my father and sell me to the highest bidder. The betrayal shattered every ounce of sanity I had left.
I didn't cry or beg them anymore.
Instead, I pulled out a water-stained, gold-embossed business card.
It belonged to Dolph Valentine, the most ruthless billionaire in New York and my ex-fiancé's uncle.
If they wanted to destroy my life, I was going to sell my soul to the biggest monster of them all and drag them straight to hell.
8.0
Madeline slammed the prenuptial agreement onto the table, forcing Danielle to sign herself away as a "blood bag" bride.
To secure her mother's safety, Danielle was sold to the ruthless, comatose billionaire Deforest Stuart. She kept her head down, perfectly playing the role of a terrified, broken mute.
But on her wedding night, Deforest's sister set a vicious trap, dragging Danielle to a hotel to be ruined by a sleazy investor.
Danielle was prepared to escape, but the hotel door was suddenly smashed open by a massive figure.
It wasn't the investor. It was her comatose husband, Deforest, temporarily awakened by a violent, drug-induced rage.
In the pitch-black room, he pinned her down, mistaking her scent for a ghost from his past, and violently claimed her.
She fled before dawn, only to be blinded by camera flashes.
His sister dragged her back to the Stuart manor, ripping her collar open under the chandelier to expose the dark hickeys on her neck.
"Throw this shameless whore out into the street!" the matriarch ordered.
Danielle's eyes grew cold. If they kicked her out now, her years of planning to tear this rotten family apart would be completely destroyed.
No one believed that the monster who assaulted her was the very man lying perfectly still in the medical wing.
Playing the frantic mute, Danielle dragged the family to his bedroom.
Right as the guards reached for her, she launched herself onto the bed, crushing her weight directly onto Deforest's chest.
A second later, the "comatose" tyrant's eyes snapped open with murderous rage, and her real game of revenge finally began.