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 15
Someone immediately snapped at Olivia:
[Why are you freaking out, Olivia? This is between Calliope and Angelina, why are you butting in like it's your business?]
[Yeah, seriously. Maybe Calliope actually wanted to give it to her. Stop trying to stir the pot.]
Olivia was so angry she could explode. [Me? Stir the pot? You people are blind and brainless. I'm not wasting another breath on a bunch of bootlickers!]
Calliope shot Olivia a private message: [Olivia, leave the group. There's no point talking to them.]
Right after that, she herself tapped "Leave Group Chat" without hesitation.
A voice message from Olivia popped up: [Ughhh I'm so pissed! How can Angelina be so shameless?! That figure took you countless all-nighters to make! And now she has the nerve to say you gave it to her as a gift? With a blessing? What a joke!]
Listening to her bestie vent on her behalf, the ice in Calliope's heart slightly melted.
[You're right. She doesn't deserve it,] she replied calmly.
[If I made it myself, I've got every right to take it back.]
Calliope walked over to her desk and flipped open her laptop.
Her fingers danced over the keyboard at lightning speed, and soon, she hit enter with a sharp tap.
A pop-up instantly appeared on the screen:
[Self-Destruct Program for Core Chip Initiated. Completion in 10 seconds.]
As the screen dimmed, she finally felt her tense nerves begin to ease.
She did it.
Destroying something she once treasured so much-turns out, it wasn't that hard after all.
Then Olivia called, her voice anxious: "Cally! Are you okay? Don't let those two scumbags mess with your head! They're so not worth it, not even a little bit!"
Calliope's lips curved into a faint smile.
Having a friend like this-what a blessing.
"I'm fine, Olivia. It's all in the past now."
"That's great! So great!" Olivia sounded super relieved on the other end. "Alright, forget about those two drama queens for now. Let's talk about something real-Calliope, did you really go and get the marriage certificate with my cousin today?"
Calliope leaned back in her chair, closed her eyes, letting the cool night breeze from the window brush past her.
"Yeah, we did."
"Oh my God! Calliope, that's incredible! So, what do you think of him? My cousin didn't freak you out or anything, right?"
Unconsciously, an image of Conrad popped into her head. Tall, broad-shouldered, lean waist and long legs. A bit icy and commanding, but strangely thoughtful too.
"He's alright." She paused. "I just didn't expect him to be a firefighter."
"A firefighter?" Olivia was caught off guard for a second, but quickly bounced back. "Oh-right! Yeah! He's a firefighter! Isn't that awesome? Saving lives and all that! Totally dependable, super manly, right?"
Calliope raised a brow.
There was something weird about Olivia's reaction.
"I never said there's anything wrong with being a firefighter. It just threw me off a bit. I mean, he's your cousin."
The Fletchers made their fortune in international trade, a well-known, wealthy family in Aurelian. Most of her cousins were CEOs or heads of departments before even hitting thirty. Someone like Conrad, risking his life at the front lines every day for barely-there pay? He was kinda the odd one out.
"Come on, what's there to be shocked about!" Olivia gave a nervous laugh. "Hey-don't take it the wrong way, okay?"
"My cousin-he's not what you might be thinking. Like, I swear I'm not trying to trick you or anything just because he's a firefighter. As if I'd do you dirty like that."
"I promise you, he's really amazing! Just give it some time-you'll see. Trust me, you're not gonna regret this!"
She was rambling so fast, she was almost tripping over her own words.
Calliope chuckled. "You introduced us. Of course I trust you. And yeah, he does seem pretty good."
"Yes! That's all I needed to hear! As long as you think he's a good guy, then everything's great. The rest doesn't matter."
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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.