
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 5
GENERAL
Both families and guests froze at the sight of a different groom when Sarah and Knox walked into the hall. Everyone halted their actions and stared at them with mixed expressions.
Gerald, who was just getting up to walk forward, stopped in his tracks when he saw his girlfriend and uncle.
"What!" he spurted, staggering slightly. He sank back into his seat, his jaw hanging open.
His mother and aunt rushed to him.
"What's happening, Gerald? Why is that girl with your devilish uncle? Isn't she your girlfriend?" his mother asked, her voice sharp with anger, matching her expression.
Beads of sweat covered Gerald's forehead. Their voices barely reached him. He was shocked beyond words. He was still trying to comprehend what was happening and why it was happening.
"We can't keep waiting, sister. Gerald is too shocked to talk," his aunt said exasperatedly. "Do you know what? Let's stop the engagement before it happens. We can't let Knox steal his nephew's woman," the aunt suggested, and the mother nodded in agreement.
The duo rushed forward and intercepted them before they got to the ring.
"I didn't think the mighty Knox would bring his cruelty into his family," Gerald's mother blurted out, her eyes scanning the couple with disgust. "She's your nephew's girlfriend, and this engagement party is for them," she added with an eye roll.
Knox's lips stretched into something that didn't feel like a smile. A chill ran down Gerald's mother's spine. She knew the smile wasn't as real as it looked. It was a warning.
But she couldn't stop. This concerned her reputation. A lot of her friends from the elite group were present. She wasn't ready to lose her respect and ego.
"Even if she's a shameless two-timer, I didn't think you would go ahead with her to ruin your own nephew's engagement party. Have you lost all respect for this family?" The aunt shouted; the veins in her neck popped out.
Again, Knox smiled widely, increasing their fury.
"This engagement cannot hold between you two. She belongs to your nephew," Gerald's mom asserted.
At that moment, Sarah couldn't hold her anger anymore. The way they spoke about her as if she were some sort of product that could only be claimed by her son infuriated her. However, before she could react, Knox let out a low laugh.
It wasn't exactly laughter-it sent goosebumps across their skin. They bit their lower lips to suppress the trepidation gripping them. They couldn't show their weakness yet-not until they fought for their son.
Then he leaned forward.
Their breath caught in their throats.
He faced Gerald's mother. "Only my dead parents can stop this engagement from happening today, Auntie." His eyes darkened. "But they are no more because you killed them," he added in a whisper, low enough for only her to hear.
Gerald's mother and his aunt's bodies tightened at the statement. They stared for a few seconds, then held hands and pulled aside.
"It's time for our engagement, little girl," Knox informed Sarah, who nodded.
She didn't hear what he said to them, but their reactions were enough to tell her that whatever they heard would haunt them for days.
When they got to where the Mossanaites' ring was placed, Knox pushed it aside and brought out an almond-shaped diamond ring.
Everyone in the hall gasped at it, slowly getting to their feet to get a full glimpse. Since everyone in the hall was well-to-do, it wasn't surprising that they knew the worth of the ring.
Sarah wasn't left out.
She nearly gasped in shock when she saw it. It was beyond surprising to her because she knew the brand of the ring wasn't even located in the country. How did he get it within twenty-four hours?
"When did you prepare this?" she asked, her eyes fixed on it.
"Midnight," he responded. "It was sent over by private jet," he added, making Sarah go through another round of shock.
"I didn't know you were that rich," she mumbled in a low tone, but it didn't escape Knox's ears.
"Well, I'm verrrrrryyyy rich. I don't think we can ever spend it all," he joked.
She had more questions to ask, but the host didn't give her the chance.
Knox was asked to put the ring on her finger, and he did. Afterward, they waited for the guests to congratulate them one after the other.
Then Sarah's sister, Amara, appeared. As soon as Sarah saw her, her smile faded and her mood turned sour. She rolled her eyes and let out a breath.
"The mood spoiler is here," she murmured.
And just as Amara got there, she seized Sarah's hand and dragged her out of the hall. Knox tried to intervene, but Sarah gestured, "I can handle it," to him.
"What are you doing, Amara? I can work, you know," Sarah muttered as they got outside.
Amara didn't stop dragging her until they got to the garden. It was dimly lit, silent, and peaceful.
"Why did you pull-?"
"Shut your filthy mouth, Sarah," Amara snapped, causing Sarah to swallow her words. Her eyes reddened, and her veins throbbed with anger. From her shaky hands, Sarah could tell that Amara was extremely exasperated, and that only excited her. She wanted more-more frustration, more anger, more hate.
"Amara, what did I do? Why are you angry?" she feigned ignorance.
"Today is my engagement, sister. Aren't you supposed to be happy for me? Or are you angry that I might get married before you?" Sarah felt the urge to laugh after saying that, but she suppressed it by digging her nails into her skin.
"Stop acting all innocent, Sarah. Yes, today is your engagement, but it's supposed to be with Gerald, not his uncle," she flared, pointing toward the entrance. "You fucking cheated on Gerald. Choosing his uncle over him?" She scoffed. "That's the highest form of betrayal I've ever come across," she shouted.
Sarah rolled her eyes, her patience thinning.
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8.0
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9.1
Waking up with a cold, scaly hand wrapped around my throat wasn't the worst part.
The worst part was realizing I'd transmigrated into the body of Terra Mason—the most despised woman in the entire Enclave. She drugged high-level beast-men and forced them into life-binding bio-contracts. She locked an aquatic warrior in a dry basement until his organs failed. She treated the most lethal males in the city like broken toys.
Zev, the Level 6 serpent who's currently choking me, would rather blow up his own heart than spend another day as my slave. His affection metric? Negative ninety. His trust? Zero.
Then my system activates: the Kore AI. It gives me exactly 500 credits, a medical nano-gel, and a recipe for neutralizing the radioactive poison in mutant meat. Real food. In this world, that's worth more than gold.
I save Rhys, the dying aquatic male everyone left for dead. I season a slab of purple mutant steak until Sam, a battle-scarred grizzly shifter, groans at the taste—and his trust points finally tick above zero. When my backstabbing ex-best friend tries to steal my males and destroy me, I don't scream or throw a tantrum like the old Terra. I dismantle her with the truth.
But earning their trust means more than grilling meat. A scorpion swarm ambushes us at midnight. Sam throws himself between me and a stinger the size of my arm. As he stands over the corpse, fur receding from his claws, he stares at me and whispers, "You were testing me."
Yes. I was. Because in this world, the weak don't survive. And I refuse to be weak again.
Four beast-men. Four contracts. One system. And a whole lot of steak. Let this dystopian wasteland know—I'm not the monster they remember. I'm worse. I'm the one who's going to feed them until they'd kill for me.

8.2
For three years, nineteen-year-old Ella Campbell rotted in a freezing psychiatric isolation room.
Her billionaire family didn't visit her once, only pulling her out today to force her to publicly apologize to Ashlyn, the perfect sister who had framed her.
At Ashlyn's glamorous engagement gala, Ella was treated worse than a stray dog and forced to watch her childhood sweetheart propose to her sister.
When Ella showed no jealousy, her brother Ivan dragged her onto a dark balcony and nearly choked her to death.
Her mother didn't even check if Ella was breathing, merely ordering a makeup artist to paint thick concealer over the dark purple handprints on Ella's neck so the family's stock price wouldn't drop.
Standing under the blinding stage lights in a shapeless gray dress, facing three hundred mocking Wall Street executives, Ella was supposed to be the broken, obedient psycho the Campbells needed.
"I am deeply sorry for the pain I caused."
She was supposed to end the apology there and bow to her abusers, but Ella didn't shed a single tear.
"My only regret is that I didn't insist on waiting for the police to arrive that night. I deeply regret that I didn't demand a full, legal toxicology report to prove to everyone exactly what happened."
As the ballroom erupted into suspicious whispers and her paralyzed twin brother finally saw the violent bruises hidden beneath her makeup, Ella's counterattack against the Campbell family officially began.

9.1
My husband, Dante Moretti, the feared Underboss, signed the divorce papers I slipped him without a glance. Too busy texting his true love, Sofia, he was blind to the annulment decree ending everything. The Reaper couldn't see the death of his own marriage.
For three years, I was Elena, his silent wife, the "Caged Canary," cleaning his messes while meticulously planning my escape from our loveless world.
He dismissed me for Sofia's every whim, publicly shaming me after a past love letter was read, then abandoning me again for her fake crisis.
That night, he violently shoved me against a wall, leaving me bleeding and concussed, rushing instead to protect Sofia. Discarded and injured, my invisible love became a weapon against me.
His crushing blindness, the cold realization I was a mere placeholder, fueled a profound injustice. How could he be so lethal, yet oblivious to his wife, favoring the one who betrayed him?
With chilling resolve, I uploaded Sofia's confession, initiated a massive financial transfer dismantling his empire, and staged my own death. Under a new identity, I fled to San Francisco, ready to build my power, far from his bloody, deceitful world.

9.5
Alina was the eldest daughter of the prestigious Padilla family, but everyone mocked her as a defective dud who couldn't cast a single spell.
The moment she woke up, her father and younger sister Karina barged into her room, demanding she sign a transfer agreement to the Aethelgard Order-the most brutal faction on the continent.
It wasn't just a transfer; it was a legal disownment. In her past life, Alina didn't realize Karina was also reborn. She had dropped to her knees and begged to stay. Her reward? Her magic was violently drained from her veins by her own family. Her fiancé drove a blade through her chest, and her sister stood over her bleeding body, smiling. She had ruined her hands making potions for them, only to be discarded like trash.
The phantom pain of her chest being ripped open still burned behind her ribs. Looking at the hypocritical family waiting for her tears, she felt nothing but exhausting disgust. Why should she ever be their stepping stone again?
"For the honor of the family, you leave today."
Her father sneered as she calmly bit her thumb and pressed her bloody fingerprint onto the contract. This time, Alina didn't cry. She packed a single bag and walked out the door, heading straight for the deadly Aethelgard Order to show them what a true monster looked like.

8.6
Book Two of the Betrayed Luna to Alpha Queen Series
Can be read as a standalone or after Book One
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"They were supposed to hate me. All four of them. But the Moon Goddess doesn't make mistakes, she just has a twisted sense of humor."
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"Let me die free rather than live as his possession."
Those were Lyralei Ravenwood's last words before she jumped off Widow's Cliff, choosing death over marriage to a monster hiding behind a charming smile.
She should have died.
Instead, she wakes in the camp of the Four Great Alphas..the most powerful, dangerous men in the ancient werewolf world. Men who look at her with resentment. Men who make it clear she's not welcome.
The Moon Goddess sent her to unite them against a rising darkness.
But they don't want unity. They don't want her.
Lyra didn't ask to be sent anywhere. She just wanted to escape a cage.
Now she's trapped with four hostile Alphas who see her as an obligation rather than a person. Who resent every breath she takes. Who make it clear that prophecy or not, she will never command their loyalty.
But something is awakening between them. Something ancient and undeniable.
The Primordial Mate Bond-a force that links one soul to multiple Alphas, pulling them together whether they want it or not.
As shadow wolves attack and an ancient evil rises, Lyra must navigate not just war, but the far more dangerous battlefield of four hearts that were determined to hate her.
Because feelings without trust are torture.
CONTENT WARNING: This book contains mature themes including explicit sexual content, violence, death of major characters, psychological trauma, and morally complex situations. Recommended for readers 18+