After Rebirth, She Picked The Right Guy
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Everyone knew Caroline loved Jacob, the frail man in a wheelchair, even giving up her chance at marrying into wealth for him.
She devoted everything to his recovery, enduring hardship and humiliation to help him stand again.
When he finally recovered, they were praised as perfect together-until danger came.
Faced with saving her or her sister, Jacob chose the latter without hesitation. Only in her final moments did Caroline realize his heart was never hers.
Reborn, she made a different choice, choosing power over love.
When Jacob later begged, she looked down coldly. "I have no interest in men who can't stand on their own."
After Rebirth, She Picked The Right Guy Chapter 1
A bullet tore through Caroline Palmer's head, and her life ended just like that.
When she opened her eyes again, she heard her mother, Amanda Palmer, speaking.
"Carrie, Vivian, both of you, come over here."
Every nerve in Caroline's body locked up.
She'd heard those exact words before.
Caroline looked up. The familiar living room came into view.
Her mother sat comfortably on the couch while two files rested on the table in front of her.
Not far from her stood Vivian Hayes, her half-sister, in a plain white dress. She looked painfully skinny, nothing like the glamorous socialite Caroline remembered.
She'd been reborn.
One year before she died.
This was the same day their mother asked her and Vivian to choose who they'd marry.
At this point in time, Vivian hadn't married Braydon Lewis. And she herself hadn't become Jacob Lloyd's wife either.
"Carrie?" Amanda looked at her with concern. "Why are you standing there like that? You've been staring into space this whole time. Hurry up and come sit down."
Keeping her emotions hidden, Caroline walked toward the couch.
The two files lay open across the coffee table.
Braydon's profile sat on the left side.
He led the Lewis family and held power in both high society and the criminal world. Born into wealth and status, he became known for making fast and brutal decisions.
The photo attached to his file showed a man with cold, sharp features. His thin lips were pressed together, while the look in his eyes carried a chilling coldness.
Beside his file was Jacob's.
He was the Lloyd family's second son. Unlike Braydon, he was known for being gentle, refined, and cultured. However, his health had been poor since childhood, and he spent most of his life in a wheelchair.
The photo showed him wearing a faint smile. His eyes looked soft enough to melt anyone's heart.
"Carrie, you should pick first," said Amanda.
Looking at those two files, Caroline felt nothing but irony.
In her previous life, her mother had also told her to choose first.
Vivian was the daughter her father had with his mistress.
For years, Vivian lived in their home like Cinderella.
Her father spoiled her out of guilt toward her and her mother, while Vivian always acted obedient no matter how she was treated. Because of that, she received every good thing first.
Even when it came to choosing a husband, she got the first choice.
Her mother had always hoped she would marry Braydon, the most powerful man in the city.
But in her previous life, she stubbornly chose Jacob instead, even though he couldn't walk.
For three years, she stayed by Jacob's side during his physical therapy. She searched everywhere for skilled doctors who could treat him.
She spent almost all the money her parents gave her. During winter, she even knelt in the snow to beg for a prescription.
As the treasured daughter of the Palmer family, she had thrown away her pride for Jacob.
Then one day, Jacob's legs recovered miraculously.
After that, everyone in Praginia envied them and called them a perfect match.
Back then, she truly thought he meant every promise he made.
Jacob held her hand and looked at her with complete sincerity. "Carrie, no matter what happens, I won't betray you."
At the time, she trusted every word.
Not long after that, the Lloyd family fell into crisis. Their funds ran dry, debts piled up, and bankruptcy was closing in on them.
Jacob looked exhausted as he said, "Carrie, Braydon is the only person who can save the Lloyd family."
For Jacob, she got on her knees before Vivian, the woman she'd once looked down on, and begged her to speak to Braydon for her.
Not long after that, Vivian and Caroline were kidnapped by Braydon's enemy.
The man pressed a gun to Caroline's temple and demanded to know which of them was Braydon's wife.
To survive, Vivian lied, saying Caroline was Braydon's wife.
Then Jacob arrived. The second Caroline saw him, relief crushed her chest.
She believed Jacob would tell them the truth. He'd make it clear who she really was.
Hope hit her hard enough to make her lose control. She called out his name.
"She isn't Mrs. Lewis," Jacob said while looking at the kidnapper. "The woman next to her is."
The person Jacob was protecting was Vivian.
Caroline watched him move toward Vivian without hesitation. Guilt filled his face as he lowered his voice and said, "I'm sorry, Carrie. You've always had everything. Vivian only has me."
That was it. Just one apology. Everything Caroline had done for him became worthless because of those few words.
Only before death finally came for her did she understand the truth she had refused to see.
The woman Jacob loved from the very beginning was Vivian.
He once promised he'd never fail her. What a joke that turned out to be. The fool had been her all along.
"Carrie?" Amanda's voice pulled her out of her thoughts. "Have you decided yet?"
Caroline slowly lifted her head.
Vivian stood nearby and looked at her with a timid look. "You should choose first. I'm not in a hurry."
Those were the exact words Vivian said in her previous life too.
Back then, Caroline picked Jacob. That left Braydon for Vivian.
Later on, Caroline learned the truth—Vivian had wanted Braydon from the start.
Before the selection day even came, Vivian kept feeding her all kinds of nonsense about him.
She stepped aside on purpose and let Caroline take Jacob so she could end up with the man she truly wanted.
Caroline stared at Vivian's pretty face and gave a cold laugh.
If she hadn't gone through that extra lifetime, she probably would've fallen for Vivian's innocent act.
She pressed her hand against the file sitting on the left side. "I'm choosing him."
Silence spread across the living room.
The smile on Vivian's face almost cracked apart.
Even her mother looked caught off guard. "Carrie, are you serious?"
Just the night before, Caroline had been crying over Jacob, insisting she wanted to marry him no matter what. Yet now, she was choosing Braydon.
"I've already decided." Caroline's tone stayed flat. "I'm marrying Braydon."
Shock flickered across Vivian's face before she forced herself to smile. "Why would you suddenly pick him? Weren't you saying before that Jacob was kind and thoughtful?"
"That was before," Caroline said flatly. "Jacob's health is a mess, and I don't want to spend my life looking after someone sick all day."
"Marriage isn't some game. Don't be impulsive," Vivian said with fake concern.
"I'm not being impulsive." Caroline rose from her seat and stared straight at Vivian. "You've always been so caring, haven't you? Jacob needs someone patient enough to take care of him. Honestly, the two of you sound perfect together."
The blood drained from Vivian's face. "How could you say that?"
"What?" A cold smile touched Caroline's lips. "Don't tell me you suddenly don't want him anymore. Or were you hoping I'd take Jacob so you could have Braydon for yourself?"
The words landed too hard. Vivian's expression turned completely white.
"I wasn't thinking that at all..." Vivian's eyes reddened instantly. Her voice came out shaky and hurt. "I was only worried you'd regret this later..."
"That's enough," Amanda interjected, rubbing her temple. "Carrie's already made her choice. Vivian, you'll marry Jacob."
"But I..."
Caroline lifted a brow. "But what? Didn't you just say Jacob was such a wonderful man? You should be happy."
Vivian couldn't get another word out.
A wonderful man?
Everyone in Praginia knew Jacob was mobility-impaired.
Nobody in the Lloyd family took him seriously. He was sickly and frail.
If she married him, she'd end up widowed sooner or later.
By comparison, Braydon was the city's most powerful man.
Caroline used to care only about Jacob. Why did she suddenly choose Braydon?
Still, the decision had already been made.
Vivian pressed her lips together tightly.
It didn't matter.
Even if she couldn't marry Braydon, she knew Jacob had feelings for her.
Once she married Jacob, she'd become part of the Lloyd family. No matter how anyone looked at it, her future would definitely be better than Caroline's.
After all, Braydon's name might carry power across all of Praginia, but everyone knew how terrifying he was.
People in their social circle often talked about him behind closed doors. They said Braydon was ruthless. The kind of man who could destroy someone without changing his expression.
If he ever decided to deal with a person, that person probably wouldn't even know what killed them.
Caroline took one look at Vivian's face and immediately guessed what she was thinking.
A mocking smile tugged at her lips.
Vivian actually thought marrying Jacob would give her a better life?
What a joke.
Being with Jacob would only drag Vivian into something far worse.
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After Rebirth, She Picked The Right Guy of Contents
Chapter 1 Ch. 1Chapter 2 Ch. 2Chapter 3 Ch. 3Chapter 4 Ch. 4Chapter 5 Ch. 5Chapter 6 Ch. 6
Chapter 7 Ch. 7
Chapter 8 Ch. 8
Chapter 9 Ch. 9
Chapter 10 Ch. 10
Chapter 11 Ch. 11
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8.4
I worked three double shifts at the garage just to buy a velvet-boxed cake for my wealthy girlfriend, Arleen.
But when I pushed open the VIP room door, I saw her lover kissing her bare leg.
She didn't push him away. Instead, she laughed and swirled her martini.
"I only forgot Finn because I knew he would stay. He is a poor boy from Queens who follows me around like a loyal dog."
Later that night, her lover intentionally crashed a Porsche to scare me, sending a piece of jagged metal into my skull.
Lying in a growing pool of my own blood, I watched Arleen crawl out of the wreckage.
She didn't even look at me. She threw herself at her uninjured lover, screaming for a medic.
"He just got scraped by a piece of plastic. He is faking it. Deal with Jaquez first!"
When I woke up, I wasn't free. Arleen had locked me in a private hospital wing with 24-hour security, planning to isolate me and keep me as her broken, captive toy forever.
My blind, pathetic devotion finally froze into absolute disgust.
I looked at the heart monitor next to my bed and grabbed an IV needle.
I severed the sensor wire to trigger a flatline, slipped out the fire stairs while the nurses panicked, and burned my identity to ashes.
This time, I was going to disappear to London, build my own empire, and watch hers burn.
9.2
She loved him until she lost herself.
Now, behind locked doors and shattered glass, she must learn to breathe again.
When she first met Lloyd, he was magnetic and intoxicating. The kind of man who turned every head when he entered a room, who spoke in promises sweet enough to taste. With him, she felt chosen, cherished, and safe.
But safety was an illusion, and love became a weapon.
And slowly, piece by piece, he dismantled her until nothing of the woman she once was remained.
Now institutionalized after a breakdown, she begins to piece together the brutal truth of what really happened in the shadows of their love story. Memories sting like open wounds: the manipulation disguised as tenderness, the apologies that blurred into threats, the desperate hope that tomorrow he'd be the man she fell for again.
Yet beneath the grief and the shame, a quiet rebellion stirs, a vow to reclaim her voice, her freedom, and her life. Because this is not just a story of how she fell apart. It is a story of how she rises.
Haunting, raw, and achingly intimate, Boys like him peels back the glittering mask of a toxic love affair to reveal the kind of darkness that hides in plain sight, and the unbreakable strength it takes to escape it.
7.6
When the Pollard family kicked Alyssa out into the freezing rain, Walter threw a ten-thousand-dollar check into a dirty puddle.
"Take it and get out. Don't ever come back," he sneered.
Her adoptive mother and stepsister stood on the mansion's porch, mocking her as a worthless country girl who tarnished their wealthy name. They laughed, claiming she wouldn't even be able to afford community college and would be begging on the streets in a week.
They looked at her cheap clothes and worn backpack with absolute disgust.
They were completely unaware that for the past five years, Alyssa was the secret mastermind who had built their failing gallery into a multi-million-dollar investment empire.
Every key investment, every fortune they made, came from the anonymous notes she had slipped into their unread books. They genuinely believed they were business geniuses, while treating the true architect of their wealth like a stray dog.
Looking at their smug, arrogant faces, Alyssa didn't feel a shred of sadness, only a cold, sharp irony.
They actually believed they had raised her.
She stepped close, whispered the master code to Walter's most secret offshore account, and watched the blood completely drain from his face.
"I raised you," she said, turning her back on the mansion without hesitation.
Walking into the storm, she pulled out a heavily encrypted phone and gave a single, cold order.
"Initiate a full hostile takeover of the Pollard Group."
It was time to end this little game and step into her true life—as the world's most elusive medical genius, and the long-lost billionaire heiress of the Summers dynasty.
9.1
He postponed putting my name on the deed 18 times.
Each time, his mentee Ciera had an “emergency.” Each time, he ran to her.
I watched him give her his prized Montblanc pen—the one he wouldn’t even let me borrow. I saw her post their late nights on Instagram. I ate anniversary dinners alone while he “mentored” her.
Then he bought me a necklace—identical to the one she just flaunted online.
That was when I stopped feeling anything.
I didn’t cry. I didn’t fight. I simply packed two suitcases, resigned from our firm, and booked a one-way ticket to London.
He thinks I’m coming back in a week.
He has no idea I’m gone for good.
Nineteen broken promises. One silent goodbye. And a new life waiting across the ocean.
8.7
Ada was eight months pregnant, sitting peacefully in her husband's Manhattan estate, looking at a baby nursery catalog.
Suddenly, her husband's mistress, Jacklyn, walked in, threw an ultrasound photo on the table, and locked the door.
Before Ada could process the betrayal, Jacklyn dragged her to the top of the marble staircase and threw herself backward just as Desmond walked through the front doors.
"She pushed me, Desmond! She tried to kill our baby!"
Desmond looked at Ada with absolute hatred.
He ignored Ada's breaking water and her agonizing screams for help, leaving her to miscarry on the freezing floor while he rushed Jacklyn to the hospital.
He sent Ada to a brutal federal prison for three years, where she was tortured and left with a body covered in horrific scars, mourning the baby she was told died at birth.
When Ada was finally released, Desmond destroyed her cousin's company to force her back to his estate as a lowly maid.
But when Ada saw Jacklyn's three-year-old son, her world stopped.
Right in the center of the little boy's palm was a faint crescent moon birthmark.
It was the exact same mark Ada had kissed on her own lifeless baby's tiny hand before the doctors took his body away.
How did her dead child become Jacklyn's little prince?
Looking at the woman who stole her life and the husband who threw her in hell, Ada clenched her scarred hands and swore she would tear their world apart to get her son back.
8.7
For seven years, I was Alpha Zane’s Chosen Mate, suppressing my warrior instincts to be the docile, supportive partner he demanded.
On our seventh anniversary, while I waited by a candlelit table, I accidentally overheard his mind-link with another woman.
"Seven years is a habit, my dear, not love. She's docile, she'll understand."
He told Seraphina, his new political ally, laughing as he dismissed my entire existence.
I didn't scream or cry. I scraped the anniversary cake into the trash, drafted a formal rejection letter, and walked out of the packhouse.
But Zane didn't even notice my departure. He was so consumed by his new lover that my rejection letter was treated as garbage and tossed into the incinerator.
He paraded Seraphina around the pack, even handing my hard-earned strategic command over to her—a woman who knew absolutely nothing about war.
When my loyal subordinates protested, he violently suppressed them, declaring my absence a "childish tantrum" and framing me as the bitter obstacle to his destined romance.
He honestly thought I was just hiding in my room, waiting to beg for his charity and accept a humiliating demotion.
He had no idea that I had already crossed the border into enemy territory.
Tonight, I am attending his grand celebration.
Not as the heartbroken mate he discarded, but as the newly appointed Gamma of his deadliest rival, the Sterling Pack.
