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 7
The Ford pickup jerked to a halt in the wide gravel driveway of the Hawkins house.
Jessi killed the engine and yanked the keys from the ignition. She turned in her seat, her eyes locking onto Bart with a hard, uncompromising glare.
"Listen to me, Bart," Jessi commanded, her voice sharp. "You are never to go near that Thornton property again. You hear me? I won't have my son dragged through the mud by that family."
Bart kept his eyes fixed on the dashboard. His jaw muscles flexed.
"And to put an end to this nonsense," Jessi continued, her tone shifting to forced brightness, "I talked to Mrs. Higgins this morning. She's arranged a date for you with the Miller girl from the next town over. Her father owns the big dairy farm. You're meeting her on Saturday."
The word "date" hit Bart's ears, and a wave of pure, suffocating irritation washed over him.
He shoved the passenger door open with enough force to make the hinges groan.
"I'm not going," Bart ground out, his voice thick with suppressed anger. "I'm not interested in the Miller girl, or any girl you set up."
He stepped out of the truck and slammed the door shut before Jessi could scream a reply. He shoved his hands deep into his pockets and walked away, his long strides eating up the distance toward the edge of town.
Fifteen minutes later, Bart pushed through the heavy, grease-stained doors of Old Joe's Auto Repair.
The air inside was thick with the smell of motor oil, exhaust fumes, and cheap tobacco. It was his sanctuary.
His two best friends, Spider and Grit, were leaning over the open hood of a beat-up Chevy, their hands covered in black grease.
They looked up as Bart walked in. Seeing the dark, murderous cloud hanging over his head, they exchanged a quick, knowing look.
Spider wiped his hands on a dirty rag and tossed a cold, sweating bottle of beer from a nearby cooler to Bart.
Bart caught it effortlessly.
Grit leaned against the Chevy's fender, a wicked grin spreading across his face.
"So," Grit started, his voice dripping with amusement. "The whole town is buzzing, Hawkins. They say you had the Thornton girl pinned down on her own front lawn. Giving her a real good kissing."
Bart popped the metal cap off the bottle with his teeth and spit it onto the concrete floor. He tipped his head back and downed half the freezing liquid in one long swallow, letting the cold burn his throat.
He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand and let out a harsh, cold laugh.
"It was a damn accident," Bart sneered, his voice loud and dismissive. "I tripped. You think I'd willingly put my mouth on that crazy bitch? I'd rather kiss a stray dog."
Spider and Grit burst into loud, obnoxious laughter. They bought the lie completely.
"Man, I don't blame you," Spider chuckled, picking up a wrench. "She's completely lost her mind. Throwing herself in the river because Julian Sloan wouldn't give her the time of day. Pathetic."
"Yeah," Grit chimed in, shaking his head. "She's got a pretty face, I'll give her that. But there's absolutely nothing going on upstairs. Just a brainless, desperate little tease."
The words hit Bart's ears, and something inside him violently snapped.
A sudden, blinding surge of rage flooded his veins. His grip on the glass beer bottle tightened until his knuckles turned bone-white. The muscles in his forearms coiled like steel springs.
Without a word of warning, Bart raised his arm and slammed the bottom of the glass bottle down onto the metal workbench.
BANG!
The sound was deafening in the garage. The glass didn't shatter, but the force sent a spray of foam and beer shooting into the air.
Spider and Grit jumped back, their laughter dying instantly in their throats. They stared at Bart in absolute shock.
Bart's eyes were pitch black, burning with a terrifying, lethal intensity. He took a slow step toward them.
"Shut your damn mouths," Bart said. His voice wasn't a yell. It was a low, deadly whisper that carried more threat than a scream. "If I hear either of you say another word about her, I'll break your jaws. She might be an idiot, but she's not a tease, and she's none of your business."
The garage was dead silent. The only sound was the drip of spilled beer hitting the concrete.
Spider and Grit swallowed hard, nodding slowly. They had never seen Bart defend anyone like this. Let alone a Thornton.
Bart realized he was breathing heavily. He saw the shock in his friends' eyes and realized he had just completely exposed himself.
He cursed violently under his breath. He turned his back on them, grabbed a heavy wrench off the table, and walked toward the darkest corner of the garage. He slid under a rusted chassis and began violently yanking on a stuck bolt, desperate to use the physical pain in his muscles to drown out the terrifying truth in his heart.
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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.
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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?
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7.9
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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.