Reborn To Save My Broken Lover
I was dying in a cold hospital bed, listening to the monitor count down my final seconds.
As a ghost, I watched my own funeral. My popular friends and wealthy family soon moved on, but one person stayed.
Cas Riley. The invisible outcast from the back of my history class.
He brought a white rose to my grave every single day, withering away until he collapsed on the frozen ground, dying of a broken heart for a girl who barely knew his name.
Opening my eyes again, the hospital smell was gone. I was reborn back in my high school classroom.
I immediately tracked him down, only to witness the brutal hell he was trapped in.
He was humiliated by a cruel foreman for pennies, violently slapped by his uncle over his sick mother's medical money, and forced into bloody street fights.
He was starving, covered in bruises, and completely alone.
When I tried to buy him medicine and step into his life to protect him, he violently pushed me away in the pouring rain.
"Stay out of my life! To protect you, I have to fight, and when I fight, I lose everything!"
He wasn't rejecting me out of hate. He was terrified that his dark, violent reality would drag me down with him.
Standing soaked in the rain, my resolve hardened like steel.
Gentle kindness wasn't going to save him from this hell.
To protect the boy who died for me, I had to become ruthless enough to tear down his entire rotten world and build him a new one.
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Chapter 6
He came to school the next day.
Genesis's breath caught in her throat when he walked into history class. He looked awful. The red mark on his cheek from his uncle's hand had bloomed into a dark, ugly bruise. He moved like every muscle in his body ached.
He ignored the stares and whispers, slumped into his seat in the back, and immediately put his head down on his desk.
Genesis felt a fragile mix of relief and dread. He was here. He hadn't given up completely. But his presence also made him a target.
As if on cue, Mrs. Gable swept into the room, her eyes immediately landing on the figure in the back corner. Her lips thinned into a razor line.
She walked down the aisle, her heels clicking ominously on the floor, and stopped right in front of his desk. She slapped a textbook down on the wood, the sharp crack making Cas flinch and lift his head.
"Well, well. Look what the cat dragged in," she said, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "Mr. Riley. So good of you to grace us with your presence."
Cas just stared at her, his face a blank canvas.
Mrs. Gable crossed her arms, enjoying her audience. "You've missed an entire week of school, Riley. What's the plan? Falling behind seems to be a habit."
A wave of cruel snickers rippled through the classroom. Everyone knew the Rileys had no business, no money, nothing.
Genesis glared at the laughing students, a hot fury building in her chest.
The teacher wasn't finished. She leaned in, her voice dropping to a stage whisper that everyone could hear. "Some students have family legacies to uphold, Mr. Riley. Others seem determined to squander what little they have. Which one are you?"
The words were a stiletto, slid cleanly and quietly between his ribs.
Cas's body went ramrod straight. The blank look in his eyes was replaced by something dangerous. Genesis saw his hands clench into fists under the desk, his knuckles turning white. She was terrified he was going to explode, to do something that would get him expelled, to prove them all right about him.
She couldn't let that happen.
She stood up.
"Mrs. Gable."
Her voice wasn't loud, but it cut through the tense silence of the room like a knife.
Every head turned toward her. Cas looked at her, his eyes wide with disbelief.
Mrs. Gable looked genuinely shocked. "Miss Greene, this does not concern you. Sit down."
"I think it does," Genesis said, her gaze unwavering. "As a teacher, I don't believe it's appropriate for you to publicly humiliate a student about their family situation."
The color drained from Mrs. Gable's face, replaced by a blotchy, angry red. "I am disciplining a problem student! This is not a debate! You, and you, Riley. My office. Now."
Cas looked at Genesis one more time, a flicker of something unreadable in his eyes, before he pushed his chair back and walked out of the room.
Genesis followed without a moment's hesitation.
"Gen, don't," Chelsea hissed, grabbing her arm. "She'll make trouble for you!"
Genesis just shook her head and pulled her arm free.
In the cramped, stuffy office, Mrs. Gable unleashed her fury. She paced back and forth, calling Cas a delinquent, a disgrace to the school, a lost cause. She threatened suspension, expulsion, a permanent mark on his record.
And through it all, Cas just stood there, silent. A stone statue in the eye of a hurricane. He wasn't numb, Genesis realized. He was just... done. Done fighting, done explaining, done caring what people like her thought.
She took a deep breath. It was up to her.
She couldn't tell the truth. She couldn't talk about the construction site, or his aunt and uncle, or the man with the brick. That would strip him of the last bit of dignity he had.
She had to lie.
A bold, crazy, perfect lie began to form in her mind.
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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.
8.6
"What do you think people would say if they found out you don't have a dick?" Christian asked, his voice low and dripping with seduction. His hand pressed firmly against my crotch, fingers exploring the flat, unfamiliar emptiness there. A devilish smirk curved his lips. "Or if they discovered these voluptuous breasts you've been hiding so well?"
A strangled moan slipped from my throat as his hand slid under my shirt, his fingers brushing over my hardened nipples, teasing them with slow, deliberate strokes.
"Which do you think they'd call you?" he murmured, eyes gleaming. "A boy with tits... or a dickless little fraud?"
I stared into his hungry blue eyes, words failing me.
"The term you're looking for is 'girl,'" came Xavier's smooth voice from the bathroom doorway. He stepped inside, closing the door behind him with a soft click, his gaze raking over me with open interest. "So tell me, little girl... what the hell is someone like you doing in an all-boys dorm?"
Christian's smirk widened. "She wants to be devoured by boys like us." His fingers gave my nipple one last firm pinch before he leaned in closer, breath hot against my ear. "And I'll be more than happy to give her a taste."
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.
8.3
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8.3
Elianila, an AI Architect, is part of an elite team tasked with designing a global system meant to prevent threats, manage disasters, and distribute resources to vulnerable regions. After five years of tireless work with her colleagues, she uncovers disturbing anomalies, code-named, X-variables, that flag individuals according to criteria she never programmed.
As Elianila digs deeper to understand what the X-variables measure and where their origin, she finds herself in direct conflict with the authorities. Soon, the System marks her and her daughter as threats - targets to be eliminated.
With a small band of colleagues and dissidents, Elianila goes on the run, hiding in places beyond the Systems reach. As they evade surveillance, they race against time to warn others, expose the truth, and fight back against the omnipresent authority of the System.
7.3
Clara came home from a fourteen-hour board meeting to the sound of a piercing scream in the playroom.
When she rushed in, she found her husband, Chadwick, kneeling on the floor in a panic.
But he wasn't looking at their five-year-old son, Leo, who had a massive bleeding welt on his forehead.
Instead, Chadwick was trembling as he held the nanny's daughter, Autumn, who barely had a microscopic scratch.
"She needs ice. And antibacterial ointment," Chadwick snapped, carrying the nanny's daughter away and leaving his bleeding son behind.
From that moment, the nightmare only escalated.
Chadwick ordered Clara to cook a three-hour meal for the nanny's kid, threw away Leo's favorite toys because Autumn sneezed, and even secretly took the nanny and her daughter on Leo's promised Disney trip.
The final humiliation came at the Met Gala.
Right before their sponsor speech, Chadwick received a frantic call from the nanny claiming Autumn was having a panic attack.
He abandoned Clara in front of hundreds of flashing cameras, sprinting out of the ballroom.
Clara stood completely alone, the humiliation eating through her veins like acid.
She couldn't understand how a father could call the nanny's kid his "little princess" while watching his own son cry.
Why was he treating his own flesh and blood like garbage just to play savior to another woman's child?
Suddenly, the blinding camera flashes were blocked by a massive shadow.
Erasmo Chase, the heir to New York's largest financial dynasty, stepped out of the darkness and shielded her.
"A man like that is unworthy of your grief, Ms. Best," he whispered, pressing a silk handkerchief into her trembling hand.
Looking at the sharp profile of the powerful man beside her, Clara's shock hardened into a lethal, cold fury.
She was going to dump her family's shares, crash the board, and make Chadwick lose absolutely everything.
9.2
He married her to control her.
To break her.
To own her.
Seraphina let him believe it.
She plays the quiet wife-
soft voice, lowered eyes, perfect obedience.
But behind every smile...
is a plan he was never meant to survive.
Because this marriage was never about love.
Not even power.
It was revenge.
And when Lucien finally uncovers the truth-
when he realizes who she really is...
he won't be fighting to keep her.
He'll be begging to escape her.