Vows of Vengeance: A Bride Reborn
She thought she was happily married - until she was diagnosed with terminal stomach cancer.
Then came the truth: her "devoted" husband Lucien had been poisoning her for years, all to avenge a dead lover.
On her deathbed, Calliope made a vow:
If life gave her one more chance, she'd rewrite every ending-starting with his.
Now reborn seven years earlier, she tears off the wedding dress and walks away from Lucien's lies.
To protect her family and reclaim her stolen legacy, Calliope proposes a marriage of convenience to Conrad: a cold, enigmatic firefighter with more power-and more secrets-than anyone realizes.
But Lucien is also reborn. And just as cruel.
But this time, she's not the naïve bride.
She's a tech genius. A business queen. A woman with nothing to lose.
And Conrad?
He's not just fire and steel-he's the weapon she never knew she needed.
They're not here to survive.
They're here to win.
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Chapter 12
Everyone saw how chill she was acting and started chiming in with their own words of comfort, along with a list of "great guys" she should totally meet.
Calliope smiled politely and nodded along, but inside she was more than a little fed up.
These relatives on her dad's side were the worst kind of two-faced. Living off her family while secretly hating to see them do well.
Now that her engagement had fallen through, they were all pretending to be sympathetic, but she could practically feel them laughing behind her back.
Come on, in all of Aurelian, who else could compare to someone like Lucien-perfect family background, crazy potential, the whole package.
It was just like her last life.
When she couldn't get pregnant, it was this same bunch acting like they cared, while gossiping left and right, blowing the whole thing out of proportion until it was all over social media.
They even managed to get it trending. Total humiliation. She became a joke to the entire city.
Seriously, so fake it made her sick.
After finally seeing the last of those nosy relatives out, the living room fell quiet.
Calliope's smile instantly disappeared, her eyes turning cold.
She pulled out her phone and dialed a number.
"Mr. Carson, about the clause in my grandfather's will regarding company equity-I'd like to move forward with the inheritance and notarization."
"Of course, Miss Godfrey. According to the will, if you're married, you're entitled to 40% of the company's management shares. So, may I ask..."
Calliope tightened her grip on the phone, but her voice stayed calm.
"Yes, Mr. Carson."
"I'm married."
Once she hung up, she walked back into her bedroom.
In one corner stood a waist-high safe.
The code? Her and Lucien's anniversary.
Her finger hovered over the keypad for a second, then slowly tapped in the numbers.
A soft beep, and the safe popped open.
Inside, rows of jewelry gleamed under the light, all dazzling and over-the-top expensive.
Every single piece? A gift from Lucien.
Her eyes flickered, unfocused for a second.
She reached for a velvet box on the top shelf. Inside lay a massive pink diamond engagement ring.
She used to treasure it beyond words – even wore it to sleep.
Now? It just felt blinding and heavy in her hand.
Expression blank, she tossed the ring-box and all-into the bottom of the safe, then carefully placed a marriage certificate on the top shelf.
She locked the top shelf, then hit the intercom.
"Mia, could you come up for a moment?"
Soon, the door opened, and Mia, the elderly housekeeper who had looked after her for years, walked in.
"You needed me, Ma'am?"
Calliope pointed at the open safe. "Mia, sort through everything in here and put it all up for sale online."
"Sell it?!" Mia looked stunned, staring at her like she'd just spoken nonsense. "Ma'am, no... these were your favorites..."
She couldn't believe it. How could she bear to part with these?
Calliope just repeated herself. "Yes. Sell them. All proceeds go to the same charity fund as before, the rural-area kids' scholarship program."
That fund was set up by her mother when she was young. Over the decades, tens of thousands of kids had gotten out of the mountains because of it.
Calliope had been donating parts of her pocket money to it for as long as she could remember.
Panicked, Mia hurried to the safe and carefully picked up a velvet box, opening it to reveal a necklace, shining like a river of stars.
"Ma'am... have you forgotten? That necklace, Galaxy Love... Mr. Sterling gave it to you on your 18th birthday."
"He said you were the only star in his sky, the one that lit up his whole universe."
Mia choked a little as she spoke.
She couldn't wrap her head around it. Mr. Sterling had always treated Miss Godfrey like treasure. Why would he suddenly back out of the engagement?
She couldn't believe it. There had to be some huge misunderstanding. This couldn't be the whole story.
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7.2
Genevieve woke up choking on her own blood, a fatal gash tearing through her abdomen. The memories of a primitive world crashed into her mind—she had transmigrated into the body of a sadistic beastman Mistress.
But the five powerful beastmen "mates" standing over her hadn't come to her rescue. They had come to watch their tormentor die.
"We should just leave her," Kameron sneered coldly. "The scavengers will clean up the mess."
Gilberto spat in disgust, while Angelo, a silver-scaled snake-man, trembled in pure terror at the sight of her. The original owner had whipped them, humiliated them, and driven another mate to suicide. Now, they were letting her bleed out in the mud, their eyes filled with undisguised loathing and satisfaction.
She was a top-tier apocalyptic survival expert, yet here she was, paying the ultimate price for a stranger's monstrous sins. It was a bitter, unacceptable irony to die helplessly in the dirt while her supposed protectors waited for her corpse to rot.
She refused to accept this ending.
Forcing a chaotic surge of energy through their shared Biological Link, she brought all five men to their knees in agonizing pain, commanding them to carry her back. In the dark cave, without a single scream, she plunged her bare hands into a fire and brutally cauterized her own gaping wound with searing ash. As the beastmen stared in horrified awe at the unbreakable soul now occupying the tyrant's body, Genevieve wiped the blood from her face and began to rewrite her fate.
7.2
Clifton, the god of esports, was secretly battling a career-ending wrist injury to protect his team.
A year ago, he kissed his duo partner, Justice, only to be met with violent disgust. Justice shoved him away and dry-heaved in the rain, looking at him like a monster.
Humiliated by the straight man's raw revulsion, Clifton cut him out of his life.
But now, Justice suddenly appeared at Clifton's club as a rookie tryout.
Instead of an ambitious climber, Justice played the perfect, pathetic victim. He cowered, trembled, and acted terrified whenever Clifton was near.
He even signed a bloodsucking contract with a toxic teammate, sparking rumors he was brought in to replace Clifton as captain.
During a scrimmage, Clifton hesitated to shoot because he remembered Justice had just severely burned his hand.
Justice showed no mercy. He ruthlessly gunned Clifton down, humiliating the captain in front of the entire coaching staff.
Clifton was consumed by blinding rage and betrayal.
If Justice was so disgusted by him, why did he fake his devotion for six months just to use him?
Why was he acting like helpless prey now, after trampling all over Clifton's pride?
Determined to rip off the liar's disguise, Clifton dragged Justice into a live stream in front of sixty thousand viewers.
"He's asking if you are in love with me."
Clifton smiled cruelly, waiting for the public execution. But just as the trap snapped shut, a choked, terrified gasp came through the headset.
7.8
On my fifth wedding anniversary, I wasn't arranging flowers; I was staging my own death.
My husband, Graham, treated me like a prized accessory, but the antique watch on his nightstand revealed the brutal truth.
It was engraved "Forever, Elia"-proof that his heart belonged to his business partner, not me.
So I vanished into the ocean, letting the world believe I had drowned.
For two years, I lived as "Anna," finding peace in a small coastal town and rediscovering my art.
But the past has a way of clawing its way back.
Elia tracked me down, storming into my pottery studio with a weapon, screaming that my "death" had ruined Graham.
She lunged, and I took the blow to protect a child.
That' s when the door burst open.
Graham stood there, frozen, staring at his "late" wife bleeding on the floor.
He fell to his knees, sobbing, begging to destroy his empire just to have me back.
I looked at the man I once worshipped and felt nothing but cold indifference.
"I loved the man you pretended to be," I told him.
"But that man never existed."
7.5
For seven years, I hid my identity as a wealthy heiress to be with my boyfriend, Ewing. I followed him across the country and made myself small so he could feel big.
On Thanksgiving, he ditched our celebration for his first love, Bree, who supposedly had a "burst pipe."
Later, she posted an intimate selfie with him, calling him her "hero."
Then she sent me a video of him at a bar, laughing with his friends.
"She's just being dramatic," he slurred, smirking at the camera. "A new necklace and she'll forget all about it. She's easy."
Easy. Seven years of my life, my love, my sacrifice-all reduced to that one word. I realized I was never his partner. I was just a placeholder.
I didn't cry. I packed my bags, booked a one-way flight to New York, and sent him one final text before blocking his number.
"Don't bother coming home. I'm getting married."
7.2
I went to the bank to set up a trust fund for my twins, only to have the manager look at me with pity.
"Mrs. Dunlap, the trust requires the *biological* mother's signature."
I froze. I *was* their mother. Or so I thought.
That day, I learned my husband, the most powerful Mafia Don on the coast, had used his ex-lover’s frozen eggs.
For six years, I wasn't his wife. I was just the incubator.
When his "true love," Iliana, returned from exile, my life disintegrated.
My children, poisoned by her lies, pushed me down the stairs and called me "just the nanny."
Gavyn didn't help me up. He stepped over my bleeding body to take his "real family" out for ice cream.
But the ultimate betrayal happened on a windswept cliff.
Staged by Iliana, we were both tied up, allegedly rigged to explode.
Forced to choose who to save, Gavyn didn't hesitate.
He cut Iliana loose.
"You did this to yourself, Alex," he said, driving away with the children, leaving me to die.
He thought he was leaving behind a corpse.
He didn't know I had skimmed ten million dollars from the household accounts.
"Cut me loose," I told the hitman, transferring the money. "And tell him the ocean took me."
Two years later, the Don is on his knees in my garden, begging for a second chance.
Too bad he has to get through my new fiancé first—the head of the rival cartel.
8.6
"Her blood type is a match. It’s the only option."
I froze outside the conference room door, the quarterly reports digging into my ribs.
I knew that voice. It was Ben, my husband’s best friend and doctor. But the next voice, cold and devoid of warmth, shattered my world.
"Then we do it," my husband Ethan said. "Chloe cannot wait any longer. If Ava is the match, then Ava is the solution."
For the past month, Ethan had been obsessed with my health, insisting on daily "vitamins" and endless checkups. He called it love.
Standing in that hallway, I realized he was actually shopping for spare parts.
"She is your wife, Ethan," Ben argued weakly. "You can't just harvest her like a crop."
"She became my wife because she was useful," Ethan replied, his indifference cutting deeper than any scalpel. "Now, she can be useful for this."
The realization hit me with the force of a physical blow. The nausea I’d been feeling wasn't stress.
I was pregnant.
And those "vitamins" he fed me every morning? They weren't supplements. They were poisons designed to ensure I remained a viable donor.
He was killing his own child to save his mistress.
To him, I wasn't a partner. I was livestock. An asset to be liquidated for parts.
I didn't burst into the room. I didn't scream.
I walked away in silence, my hand hovering over my stomach.
He wanted my kidney? He wanted to carve me up?
I decided right then. I wouldn't just leave.
I would terminate the pregnancy, fake my death, and burn his entire world to the ground.