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 1
Delois Thornton's lungs burned as if someone had poured battery acid down her throat.
In the chaotic darkness of her mind, a chaotic, looping dream played out. A bizarre, absurd image flashed: Bart Hawkins was on one knee, holding a diamond ring, his rough face uncharacteristically soft. She scrambled backward in the dream, her chest heaving with panic.
The scene violently fractured. Suddenly, she was chasing Julian Sloan. His crisp, clean shirt was just out of reach.
Julian turned. His eyes were flat, dead, and filled with absolute disgust. He raised his hands and shoved her hard in the chest.
Her feet slipped on the muddy bank. Gravity seized her. She plummeted backward into the freezing river.
The ice-cold water swallowed her whole. It rushed up her nose and down her throat, choking off her scream. She thrashed her arms, her fingers clawing at the empty, freezing current. Her chest convulsed. The lack of oxygen made her vision spotty.
Just as her body began to go limp, a heavy, muscular arm wrapped around her waist like a steel band.
The grip was bruising. It yanked her upward with terrifying force.
She broke the surface. The blinding spring sunlight stabbed at her closed eyelids.
Delois's eyes snapped open. She gasped, sucking in massive amounts of air. Her throat felt raw, completely shredded.
She was lying flat on her back in the muddy grass of the riverbank. Her clothes clung to her skin like a freezing second layer. Her entire body shook with violent, uncontrollable tremors. Her teeth chattered so hard her jaw ached.
Bart Hawkins was kneeling beside her. He was completely soaked. Drops of water fell from his messy, dark hair and splattered directly onto her pale face.
His jaw was clenched tight. A deep crease formed between his dark eyebrows. His eyes held a mixture of deep annoyance and a tight, hidden tension.
He didn't offer a comforting word. Instead, he raised his large, calloused hand and slapped her cheek.
It wasn't a gentle tap. It was a sharp, stinging strike meant to shock her nervous system.
The skin on her cheek burned instantly. The sharp sting yanked her scattered consciousness back into her skull.
She blinked, her vision clearing. She stared up at the familiar face. The faint, jagged scar near his eyebrow. The sharp line of his jaw. It was Bart. The boy she had fought with since childhood. Her family's sworn enemy.
Bart saw her pupils focus. The rigid tension in his broad shoulders instantly collapsed. He let out a long, harsh breath.
He pushed himself up to his feet. He shook his wet leather jacket, sending cold drops flying. He looked down at her, his expression twisting into a sneer.
"Jumping into a freezing river over a city boy volunteer," Bart said, his voice a low, mocking rumble. "Your brain is completely waterlogged, Delois."
Delois stared at him. Her mind was a blank, spinning void. She didn't remember jumping. She didn't remember the river.
She pressed her palms into the cold mud, trying to push herself up. The moment she shifted, a blinding, splitting pain exploded in the back of her head.
She gasped, her hand flying to the source of the agony. Her trembling fingers brushed against a massive, throbbing lump. They came away sticky.
Bart's eyes tracked the movement. He saw the dark red blood coating her pale fingers. The sneer vanished from his face. He cursed under his breath, a harsh, ugly sound.
Before he could move, the sound of heavy boots and panicked voices rushed toward them. A crowd of townspeople was running down the grassy slope.
Her cousin, Ann Spence, was leading the pack. Ann's face was twisted in an exaggerated mask of sheer panic.
Ann shoved her way to the front. She dropped to her knees beside Delois, letting out a high-pitched, theatrical shriek.
Ann snapped her head up and pointed a shaking finger directly at Bart.
"You pushed her!" Ann screamed, making sure every person in the crowd heard her. "I saw you! You pushed Delois into the river!"
Bart let out a dark, humorless chuckle. He shoved his wet hands deep into his jacket pockets. He didn't even blink at the accusation. He just stood there, refusing to defend himself to the gathering mob.
Delois looked at Ann's face. A massive gap in her memory made her stomach drop. She opened her mouth, her voice a raspy whisper.
"Is it... is it the Spring Fair today?" Delois asked.
Ann looked at her with wide, fake-pitying eyes.
"Delois," Ann said loudly. "The Spring Fair was six months ago."
The words hit Delois like a physical blow to the chest. Her breath stopped. Her entire body went completely rigid in the mud. Six months. She had lost six solid months of her life.
The crowd erupted into loud, cruel whispers. They pointed at her wet clothes, laughing about how she tried to kill herself because Julian rejected her.
The humiliation burned hotter than the physical pain. The world tilted violently. The faces of the crowd blurred into a sickening spin, and the darkness rushed back in to claim her.
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A looming threat forces them to face a contracted marriage or risk losing their inheritance. When they first meet, Aiden is struck by an unexpected attraction, as if it were love at first sight. Yet, his notorious reputation precedes him, and Hermione makes no effort to hide her disdain.
As their contractual marriage evolves into a battle of wills, Aiden must work to melt Hermione's icy heart, proving that he is more than what meets the eye. But can he persuade her to rise above her prejudices and bravely pursue love?
7.0
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When his dangerously seductive best friend, Kael Draven, corners her on the balcony and claims her virgin body with raw, unprotected fury, Liora discovers a pleasure she never knew existed.
Now addicted to Kael's brutal touch and filthy promises, the once-innocent bride becomes his secret slut, sneaking creampies in limos, riding him at galas, and begging to be bred while her husband sleeps nearby.
Kael won't stop until he destroys Silas and fills Liora's womb with his child.
She was supposed to be the perfect wife... now she's the shameless breeding whore who belongs only to him.
9.2
Averie spent hours preparing a perfect third-anniversary dinner for her billionaire husband, Jarett Sharp.
Instead of celebrating, she received an anonymous photo of him intimately holding another woman.
When Jarett finally arrived, he didn't even look guilty.
"Candida. It's okay. Don't be scared. I'm on my way."
He simply took a call from his mistress, shoved Averie aside, and walked right back out the door.
That same night, Averie's father suffered a massive heart attack.
The hospital demanded a half-million-dollar deposit before they would operate.
But when Averie frantically tried to use the emergency medical trust card Jarett had given her, it was declined.
Jarett had deliberately frozen her access to the funds just hours earlier.
While she begged his assistant on the phone, Jarett refused to be disturbed, busy wrapping his expensive coat around his mistress in the hospital garden.
Averie collapsed in the hallway, realizing the man she loved was deliberately letting her father die.
In the end, a childhood friend stepped in to pay the bill and save her father's life, while her billionaire husband later pinned her to their bed, throwing a check at her and reminding her he had bought her for three million dollars.
Averie didn't shed a single tear.
She slowly ripped his check into pieces, left her massive diamond ring on the dresser, and walked out into the cold New York night with nothing but her old suitcase.
She pulled out her phone and dialed her old ballet professor.
She wasn't just going to leave Jarett Sharp. She was going to destroy him.
9.7
Eliana Rivera is the firstborn daughter of business tycoon Cassian Rivera. When her father's company falls into debt, he marries her off to the arrogant and ruthless billionaire, Alexander Grayson, as part of a business contract and under the threat of blackmail.
Alexander, the billionaire CEO, never planned to marry, but the pressure of blackmail forces him into a union with a woman he barely knows. Although Eliana doesn't see Alexander as her ideal partner, she agrees to the marriage out of a sense of duty.
Once engaged, however, he barely acknowledges her presence and harbours disdain for her because of her father's actions and their relationship. But as they navigate their newfound relationship, the unexpected desire for each other's touch ignites-a twist neither of them planned, leading them toward an unforeseen love.
9.5
Elsie was the Sutton family's perfect puppet, a sickly heiress locked away in a pristine manor and treated like fragile porcelain. Her only purpose was to be a pawn in her mother's corporate games.
Without warning, her mother ordered her to marry Duke Blake, a ruthless, cold-blooded billionaire known for destroying his rivals. Worse, her mother immediately handed over total control of Elsie's life to him, declaring she couldn't even step outside the gates without his explicit permission.
Desperate, Elsie met him and asked if she would be expected to perform wifely duties, praying for a marriage in name only.
"I have a very high sex drive."
He stated it bluntly, shattering her illusions. Yet, when he drove her into the city days later, a sudden swerve sent her tumbling directly into his lap. Instead of the desire he claimed to possess, his body went completely rigid. He violently shoved her away, slamming her hard against the passenger seat. His face was pale, his knuckles white, and he stared straight ahead with a look of absolute, terrifying revulsion.
Humiliation and sharp pain coiled in her chest. She couldn't understand. Why did he demand absolute control over her and boast about his desires, only to treat her accidental touch like a repulsive disease? Why did this all-powerful man secretly smell of hospital antiseptics? What exactly was the Sutton family forcing her to marry?
But she was no longer willing to be a lamb led to the slaughter. Thinking of the provocative black lace hidden behind her wardrobe's false wall, Elsie smiled coldly. She was going to find the fatal flaw in this ruthless billionaire's code, and use it to completely shatter her cage.
7.9
Justice was dragged back from the slums by her biological father, only to be sold off to the billionaire Aguirre family. Her purpose was simple: marry their comatose heir to secure a three-hundred-million-dollar lifeline for his company.
Her stepmother and stepsister sneered at her cheap canvas shoes, treating her like a contagious disease.
"A high school dropout from the slums marrying a billionaire? It's a miracle your trashy bloodline is getting anywhere near the estate," her stepsister Emery mocked.
At the sprawling estate, the "comatose" heir, Auguste, was secretly conscious. Disgusted by his new bride, he orchestrated her enrollment at an elite prep school, hoping the ruthless rich kids would break her. On her very first day, Emery ambushed her, loudly broadcasting Justice's "dropout" status to the entire classroom and turning her into an instant social pariah. The teachers tried to humiliate her with impossible calculus, and the students treated her like garbage.
They all thought she was just a pathetic, uneducated pawn they could easily crush and discard. They had no idea that her "dropout" file was a manufactured ghost, or that the Aguirre family's top intelligence network had just hit a military-grade firewall trying to look into her past.
Justice didn't panic. She flawlessly solved the university-level equation on the board, then walked into the cafeteria and looked right at Emery.
"She has no Barnes blood. She is a squatter living in my father's house."
With three casual sentences, Justice completely incinerated her stepsister's elite life. The billionaire heir wanted to play games? She was about to show them all what a real monster looked like.