Reborn To Claim My Billionaire Enemy
When I woke up on the muddy bank of the freezing river, I unlocked a brutal, unfiltered preview of my actual future.
For the past six months, I had been the town's ultimate joke, chasing after a city boy who looked at me like a diseased insect. Everyone thought I jumped into the river because he rejected me.
But the nightmare didn't stop there. In the future I foresaw, my entire family was destroyed. My eldest brother was handcuffed and dragged into a squad car. My second brother died in a pool of blood on the asphalt. My parents passed away from sheer grief and humiliation, and our farm was foreclosed.
Meanwhile, Bart Hawkins—my family's sworn enemy, the boy everyone accused of pushing me, but who actually jumped in to save my life—became a billionaire tech mogul. I ended up starving to death in a damp, moldy basement, completely alone.
I finally understood that I was just a pathetic, tragic side character meant to drag my family into hell. My own sister-in-law, Felicie, had been stealing our food and money, laughing at my misery behind my back.
But right now, my mother was still alive, my brothers were safe, and the farm was ours.
When Felicie walked into my bedroom, playing the devoted sister-in-law with a bowl of clear, meatless broth while a stolen roasted chicken thigh leaked grease through her apron pocket, I didn't play along.
"What's in your pocket, Felicie?"
This time, I was going to tear that horrific future apart with my bare hands.
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Chapter 3
The sound of Gonzalo's roar sent a violent jolt of adrenaline straight into Delois's bloodstream. Her heart seized.
She shoved the heavy quilt off her legs. Her bare feet hit the cold wooden floorboards. The room spun wildly, but she ignored the nausea and threw her weight toward the bedroom door.
She yanked the brass handle and stumbled into the hallway.
Gonzalo was standing at the top of the stairs. His face was flushed dark red with pure rage. In his massive hands, he gripped the cold steel of his double-barreled shotgun.
Beside him, Connie was furiously shoving heavy brass shells into the pockets of his denim jacket. The other three brothers crowded the narrow space, Ean gripping a heavy iron pitchfork, while the youngest twins, Leo and Luke, stood shoulder-to-shoulder, their fists clenched, their jaws set in murderous lines.
Blanca had rushed out behind Delois. She threw her arms wide, trying to physically block her massive sons from going down the stairs. The men simply pressed forward, their combined weight forcing Blanca to step back.
Delois gripped the wooden doorframe to keep from collapsing. She forced air into her burning lungs.
"Stop!" Delois screamed, her voice cracking with desperation.
Every man in the hallway froze. Five pairs of eyes snapped toward her pale, sweating face.
Gonzalo's grip on the shotgun loosened slightly. A flash of deep pain crossed his eyes when he saw how weak she looked. But the anger quickly swallowed it.
"Get back in bed, Delois," Gonzalo growled, his teeth grinding together. "I'm going to break both of Bart Hawkins's legs."
Delois pushed off the doorframe. She stumbled forward and grabbed Gonzalo's thick forearm. Her fingers dug into his flannel shirt.
"He didn't push me!" Delois yelled, her chest heaving. "Bart didn't push me into the river!"
The brothers exchanged confused, doubtful glances. Connie shook his head.
"You hit your head hard, Del," Connie said gently. "You don't know what you're saying. Ann saw him do it."
Gonzalo gently but firmly peeled Delois's trembling fingers off his arm. He stepped around Blanca and started stomping down the wooden stairs.
Panic clawed at Delois's throat. If they attacked Bart now, the blood feud would escalate. It would trigger the exact chain of events that ended with Gonzalo in handcuffs and Connie dead on the asphalt.
She ignored the blinding pain in her skull. She lunged forward and wrapped both her arms tightly around Gonzalo's waist from behind.
Gonzalo stopped dead on the steps. He didn't dare move forward and risk dragging her down with him.
Delois pressed her face against his broad back.
"If you walk out that door and touch him," Delois threatened, her voice dropping to a dead, serious whisper, "I will kill myself right now. I swear to God, Gonzalo."
The sheer absolute certainty in her voice sent a chilling silence through the stairwell. The brothers stared at her, completely paralyzed by the threat.
Before anyone could speak, the deafening roar of a failing engine shattered the quiet.
A rusted, beat-up Ford pickup truck skidded onto the gravel just outside the Thornton front yard. The brakes squealed in protest.
The driver's side door was kicked open. Bart stepped out. His face was a mask of cold indifference. In his right hand, he carried a white plastic medical kit. He had driven halfway down the road before the image of Delois's pale, trembling fingers coated in dark red blood overpowered his common sense. He cursed himself for caring about a Thornton, but he couldn't just leave her bleeding from a head wound.
Gonzalo looked through the hallway window. He saw Bart standing on their property. The hesitation vanished. The rage exploded.
Gonzalo ripped himself free from Delois's grip. He dropped the shotgun on the floor and charged down the rest of the stairs like a runaway freight train. He burst through the front door.
Connie was right on his heels.
Delois let out a terrified scream and sprinted after them, her bare feet slapping against the wood.
Out in the muddy front yard, Gonzalo used his sprinting momentum to throw a devastating right hook aimed directly at Bart's jaw.
Bart's reflexes were terrifyingly fast. He jerked his head to the side. The fist grazed his ear. The medical kit slipped from his fingers, crashing to the ground and spilling white gauze rolls into the mud.
Connie tackled Bart from the left side. The three large men crashed into the wet, slippery grass, a tangle of swinging fists and grunts.
Bart was strong, but he was outnumbered. Gonzalo's heavy boot connected solidly with Bart's stomach. Bart let out a sharp grunt of pain and stumbled backward, his guard dropping for a split second.
Gonzalo pulled his arm back for a finishing blow to Bart's face.
Delois didn't think. She threw her body directly into the center of the violence. She spread her arms wide, shielding Bart's chest with her own back.
Gonzalo's eyes widened in horror. He tried to pull the punch, but the momentum was already carrying his heavy fist straight toward Delois's face.
In a fraction of a second, Bart's large hand shot out. He grabbed Delois roughly by the waist and yanked her hard against his chest.
Bart spun them around, using his own broad back as a human shield.
Gonzalo's fist slammed heavily into Bart's shoulder blade. The massive impact knocked Bart off balance. His boots slipped in the slick mud.
They fell backward. Delois crashed down right on top of Bart's solid chest. The sudden, violent stop snapped her head forward.
Her lips smashed directly, perfectly, against Bart's mouth.
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9.6
Brenda Vincent thought her biggest nightmare was catching her boyfriend cheating with her roommate on her own sofa.
But her life truly derailed after a drunken night led her into the bed of Bryon Reeves, the ruthless billionaire CEO and older brother of the student she tutored.
Trying to pay off the most dangerous man in New York with a crumpled twenty-dollar bill was her first mistake.
Fleeing the hotel, she accidentally rear-ended his custom Maybach. Bryon used the massive repair bill to blackmail her into being his fake date, parading her at a gala just to make his sister-in-law jealous.
When Brenda finally snapped and fled the humiliation, only to be rescued by his biggest corporate rival, Bryon's twisted possessiveness turned completely destructive.
"If you feel kidnapped, call the police. But your teaching license will be permanently revoked."
He didn't just threaten her. He systematically dismantled her life, using his influence to force the university to freeze her tenure and suspend her without pay.
Brenda couldn't understand why this terrifying man was going to such extreme lengths to ruin a simple tutor who just wanted to be left alone.
Now, stripped of her career, her income, and her independence, she was forced into the sprawling Reeves Manor.
Hearing the heavy mahogany door lock from the outside in her signal-jammed bedroom, Brenda's panic slowly morphed into a cold, clinical rage.
She was trapped, but she refused to be his helpless pawn.
9.3
They say you can't have it all. I'm about to prove them wrong-or destroy myself trying.
When my struggling mother married billionaire Richard Stone, I thought I was gaining a family. Instead, I found three stepbrothers who became my obsession, my downfall, and my salvation.
Dominic, the eldest, cold and commanding, who kisses me like he's claiming his kingdom and looks at me like I'm the only thing he can't control.
Julian, the charming playboy who hides a vulnerable soul beneath his perfect smile, making me feel like I'm the only woman he's ever truly seen.
Asher, the brooding artist who paints me like I'm his muse and touches me like I'm his masterpiece, seeing parts of my soul I didn't know existed.
They're forbidden. They're dangerous. They're everything I shouldn't want.
But when I discover my father didn't die by suicide that he was murdered by the very man who now calls himself my stepfather, these three powerful men becomes my unlikely allies.
First it was a forbidden attraction, now it's an arrangement that defies every rule.
The rules are simple:
I'll give each of them a chance.
I'll take everything they offer.
And in the end, I'll have to make the hardest decision of my life:
Choose one of them. Choose all of them. Or choose myself.
8.2
Karmen lived suffocating under a tight chest binder and a grotesque silicone scar, forced to disguise herself as her degenerate twin brother, Kem. Her only job was to maintain a fake corporate engagement with the ruthless billionaire Earl Calderon.
But her abusive father suddenly escalated his demands. He ordered her to steal Earl's revolutionary AI patents, threatening to cut off her mother's life-saving medical trust and abandon the real Kem in a locked Swiss psych ward if she failed.
The task was a death sentence. Earl absolutely despised "Kem." He treated her like a repulsive parasite, constantly threatening to break her neck. When he accidentally caught her without her wig, he mistook her for a deranged cross-dresser, forcing her to glue the dirty fake scar back onto her raw, inflamed face in sheer disgust. At home, her father hurled glass ashtrays at her, violently yanking her collar.
"Do whatever you have to do in that bedroom, Kem. I don't care how disgusting it is. Just get the signature."
Trapped between a fiancé who loathed her very existence and a father ready to sacrifice their family for greed, Karmen endured the agonizing physical pain of her disguise. She was exhausted, terrified, and running out of time as her brother's life hung by a thread.
But they all underestimated her. When the Calderon matriarch forced Earl to link his ultra-secure private phone with "Kem" to fake their romance, she unwittingly handed over the master key. Karmen wasn't just a helpless victim; she was the elite hacker Nyx, and she was going to tear their empire apart from the inside.
9.2
Nica caught her boyfriend, Chris, and her best friend, Ella, in a shocking betrayal. Chris was kissing Ella while caressing her close, and Ella only smirked at Nica as if she had won. Nica got pissed off and swore she would not let their betrayal go unpunished. What happens next? Read the story and find out for yourself.
7.9
In my past life, I was the naive surrogate who fell desperately in love with Karson King, an untouchable Wall Street billionaire.
I thought my blind devotion would earn me a place in his family. Instead, his cruel mother forced me to sign away my parental rights to my three-year-old daughter.
I was locked in a dark, freezing basement. I watched helplessly as his arrogant relatives tormented my child, pushing her down a flight of marble stairs and shattering her tiny arm.
When we finally died in a horrific car crash, my face covered in blood amidst the shattered glass, Karson didn't shed a single tear. To him, my death was just the convenient erasure of a cheap mistake.
I sacrificed my dignity for his approval, but they treated us worse than stray dogs. Why did my innocent daughter have to pay the ultimate price for their ruthless arrogance?
Opening my eyes again, the harsh glare of a massive crystal chandelier pierced my vision. I was back in the grand foyer of the King estate, exactly five years ago.
"Sign it. You are nothing but a gold digger."
My soon-to-be mother-in-law slammed the thick legal contract onto the marble table, demanding I give up my daughter.
This time, the paralyzing fear evaporated, replaced by absolute, icy clarity.
I didn't cower. I picked up the pen, looked right at the billionaire who despised me, and prepared to manipulate his entire empire.
9.4
Dorene survived a terrifying night with a bleeding, dangerous intruder in her hotel penthouse, only to receive a far more devastating blow the next morning.
A black and gold envelope arrived. It was an engagement invitation. Her boyfriend of seven years, Kadyn, was marrying her sweet, innocent best friend, Dolly.
Refusing to hide, Dorene crashed the gala in a blood-red gown. But Dolly was ready. Grabbing Dorene's wrists, Dolly purposely threw herself backward into a tower of champagne glasses, shrieking about her stomach and her unborn baby.
"If anything happens to Dolly or my child, I swear to God, I will destroy you!"
Kadyn roared, holding the weeping Dolly in the broken glass. He didn't ask a single question. He branded Dorene a jealous monster. To completely break her dignity, he publicly handed her over to the city's most notorious, sleazy playboy just to appease Dolly's fake tears.
"Give him a shot," Kadyn told her coldly.
Seven years of love were ground into the marble floor. She was framed, publicly humiliated, and discarded like trash by the two people she trusted most.
Dorene didn't shed a single tear. She gave them a smile of pure, freezing mockery and walked out of the gilded cage into the freezing Manhattan night. She didn't know that as she left, the lethal, blood-stained man from her penthouse was watching from the shadows, ready to help her burn their world to the ground.