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 8
The sharp, chemical sting of antiseptic was the first thing to pierce the darkness.
Delois slowly peeled her eyelids open. The dull, rhythmic throbbing at the base of her skull made her stomach roll with nausea.
She was lying in her own bed. The heavy curtains were drawn shut, casting the room in a dim, gray light.
She turned her head slightly. Her mother, Blanca, was sitting in the worn wooden rocking chair beside the bed. Blanca's head was resting against the back of the chair, her eyes closed, deep lines of exhaustion etched into her face.
As Delois shifted her weight, the mattress creaked.
Blanca's eyes snapped open. She leaped out of the chair and hovered over the bed, her hands fluttering nervously over Delois's blankets.
"You're awake," Blanca breathed, her voice thick with unshed tears. She reached out and gently brushed a stray lock of hair away from Delois's bandaged forehead. Then, her face hardened. "You foolish, foolish girl. Why did you jump in front of your brother's fist to protect that Hawkins boy? He's a menace!"
Delois forced a weak, pale smile. She reached out from under the covers and wrapped her fingers around her mother's rough, warm hand.
"I'm sorry, Mama," Delois whispered, making her voice sound small and fragile. "I didn't think. I was just so scared when I saw the punch coming. It was just a reflex."
Blanca sighed, the anger melting away instantly. She leaned down and carefully tucked the quilt tighter around Delois's shoulders.
Before Blanca could speak again, the brass handle of the bedroom door clicked. The door swung open with a slow, deliberate creak.
Felicie, her eldest sister-in-law, stepped into the room.
Felicie carried a wooden serving tray. On it sat a ceramic bowl steaming with hot soup. Felicie's face was arranged into a mask of perfect, gentle concern. Her smile was sweet, but her eyes darted quickly around the room, assessing the situation.
"Oh, Delois, thank goodness you're awake," Felicie cooed, her voice dripping with artificial sweetness. She walked to the edge of the bed. "I brought you some hot chicken soup. You need to keep your strength up."
Felicie picked up the spoon and gently blew on the hot liquid, playing the role of the devoted, caring sister-in-law to perfection.
Blanca nodded approvingly. "That's very thoughtful of you, Felicie. Put it on the nightstand."
Delois stared at Felicie's face. The moment she looked at her sister-in-law, the horrific memories from her coma-dream slammed into her brain.
A wave of cold, physical revulsion washed over her. Her skin crawled.
This was the woman who had whispered poison in her ear, encouraging her to chase Julian. This was the woman who had systematically stolen food and money from the Thornton house to give to her own lazy brothers. This was the parasite that had bled their family dry.
Delois's eyes narrowed. The weak, confused girl vanished. Her gaze turned sharp and calculating.
She didn't reach for the bowl. Instead, she stared directly into the soup.
The liquid in the bowl was perfectly clear. A thin layer of grease floated on top, but beneath it, there was nothing but a few sad, bony chicken necks and a single, meatless chicken foot.
Delois's memory was crystal clear. Just yesterday afternoon, she had watched her father, Harding, walk into the kitchen carrying a massive, incredibly fat hen he had bought at the market.
Delois slowly lifted her gaze from the bowl and locked eyes with Felicie.
She widened her eyes, putting on a flawless act of innocent confusion.
"Mama?" Delois asked, her voice loud enough to echo in the quiet room. "I don't understand. Papa brought home that huge, fat hen yesterday. Why is there absolutely no meat in this bowl? Where are the chicken breasts? Where are the thighs?"
Felicie's sweet smile instantly froze. The wooden tray in her hands gave a violent, uncontrollable jerk, sloshing a few drops of hot broth onto the floor.
Felicie's eyes widened in panic. She refused to look at Blanca. She stared at the wall, her breathing suddenly shallow.
"Oh... well," Felicie stammered, her voice high and tight. "You know how it is, Delois. I... I boiled it for a very long time. The meat must have just... melted into the broth. Yes, it just melted off the bones."
Delois felt a cold smirk tug at the corner of her mouth. The lie was so stupid it was insulting. Meat didn't vaporize into clear water.
She threw the heavy quilt off her legs, The time for resting was over.
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Born into luxury, Hermione Watson-Pierce has always felt like merely a pawn in her parents' ruthless game of power. She learned to suppress her emotions, earning herself the title of the "Ice Queen."
Just then, Aiden Mendes bursts into her life-a charming playboy known for his reckless reputation. Aiden chooses to cope with his inner turmoil through a lavish lifestyle, using his charisma and striking looks to keep others at bay.
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
On her wedding night, Liora Vale expected passion from her wealthy husband. Instead, she got rejection and humiliation.
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.