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59. Letter In The Dark
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2025-03-24 12:13:33
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Rebirth: What’s Left Of Me 60. Tea Party
For two more days, there had been no drama, no plotting, and not a single peep from Debbie. The quiet should have been comforting, but instead, it only heightened my anxiety. Debbie wasn't the type to simply give up, not after everything that had happened. She was just biding her time—I knew it. Sitting in my room, I stared out the window at the snow-blanketed garden. The winter landscape stretched out in front of me, serene and untouched. Everything was peaceful, except for one thing. Debbie. There she was, seated outside, having a tea party in full view of my window. I narrowed my eyes. How could she be so calm? She had spent the last week locked in her room, supposedly too devastated to function, and now she was having a pleasant afternoon like nothing had happened? No. This wasn't normal. She was finally moving, making her next play, and the waiting was getting to me. I turned away from the window, forcing myself to focus on my schoolwork, but my mind kept drifting. What the f
Huling Na-update : 2025-03-24Rebirth: What’s Left Of Me 61. The Fall
{TW: Family violence} The balcony overlooked the sprawling woods, now blanketed in a thick layer of pristine snow. The winter scene was breathtakingly beautiful, with the snow-covered treetops stretching out as far as the eye could see. The silence was profound, broken only by the occasional rustle of a bird or the distant creak of a tree swaying gently in the wind. The sun was beginning to set, casting a soft, golden glow over the landscape. The shadows of the trees stretched long across the snow, creating a beautiful interplay of light and dark. It was a moment of tranquility, a brief pause in the whirlwind of events that had brought me here. I heard footsteps behind me and turned. "Are you not enjoying the gathering?" Sandy asked. Right, she was still here. "It's not my scene," I admitted. I was pretty sure I'd figured out what kind of club this was. "I've been curious about what kind of man you are," Sandy said, stepping up beside me at the railing. "Why?" Here we go.
Huling Na-update : 2025-03-25Rebirth: What’s Left Of Me 62. Escape From Home
I struggled for a moment, my body tense and ready to fight, until I realized it was Erwin and Jason who had grabbed me. "Stay quiet," Erwin whispered urgently. "Are you alright?" "What are you doing here?" I asked, still trying to process everything that had just happened. "I was sent here by Damien when I was told the CCTV went out in your house," Jason answered quickly. "Hop on my back and let's go." Downstairs, chaos erupted. "AHH! MASTER SPENCER!!" someone screamed from the hallway. "SOMEONE CALL THE DOCTOR!!!" "IT WAS JACK!!!" Debbie's voice rang out, filled with feigned hysteria. "JACK PUSHED DADDY DOWN THE STAIRS!!! QUICK!!! SOMEONE HELP!!!!" Erwin shoved a packed duffel bag into Jason's hands and pushed us toward the open balcony doors. "I'll make this look like nothing! Just get out of here now, young master." I barely had time to react before Jason's firm grip pulled me forward. "Climb on," he whispered urgently. Without hesitation, I climbed onto his back. Moving sw
Huling Na-update : 2025-03-25Rebirth: What’s Left Of Me 63. Blood Sport
{TW: Illegal fights, violence} "Where is he?!" A disheveled older man burst into the room, his maid still in the process of pulling his shirt up his arm. "I'm here, Viscount," Damien said calmly, sipping his tea. After stepping off the plane following an eight-hour flight to the Netherlands, we had been driven straight to a castle—by what Damien casually mentioned were Royal guards. Apparently, we'd come unannounced. I was still trying to wrap my head around the fact that we were even in a castle. Who the fuck owned this place? "Your Highness, what brings you to such a humble place?" the Viscount asked, adjusting his glasses as he tried to smooth out his frazzled appearance. "My apologies for summoning you at such an early hour," Damien said smoothly. "This is just the area I know my friends and I will have the best time without any interference. But the accommodations aren't quite up to standard around here. And I'd hate for them to spend the night in such a lowly place. So, I
Huling Na-update : 2025-03-26Rebirth: What’s Left Of Me 64. Full Throttle
“I feel really bad since you may want to hit the hay more than anything right now," Jason started, licking his lips as his eyes wandered out the windshield, rocking his head from side to side. "I actually have an appointment, and I'm running late. Do you mind tagging along with me? It won't be long, I promise." "An appointment?" I blinked. I hadn't really been able to relax since we got back from the arena yesterday. Sure, I had the morning to myself, but Jason had decided he couldn't wait and wanted to take me for a drive around the city all day. It had been activity after activity, and now he wanted to drag me somewhere else? "For what?" I asked. "It's important, and I'd probably get my butt kicked by Jared's people if I'm any later than now," he shrugged, his fingers drumming anxiously on the wheel. I sighed, nodding. "Sure, you're already doing so much to help me out, so I don't mind." "It won't be long, I promise," Jason assured, checking to make sure I had my seatbelt on be
Huling Na-update : 2025-03-26Rebirth: What’s Left Of Me 65. The Salamander
{TW: Illegal street racing} The sound of the megaphone shrieking an alarm set everyone off. I screamed at the top of my lungs as Jason's foot slammed on the gas pedal, and just like everyone else beside and ahead of us, we took off. The screeching of tires on pavement and the cheers from the crowd echoed in my ears as racers flew down the lot and up the ramp that led to a tunnel. Being set in the back gave us a bit of space between our ride and the other drivers, who steered clear of the car with flames painted along the sides. Jason flipped a switch on his steering wheel, and I felt the car jump slightly as it surged forward, speeding past four drivers in the same row. I flinched, my bottom falling back onto the seat as I snapped my head toward him with wide, alarmed eyes. "The hell was that?" I demanded, hugging myself and trying to shrink into the seat, suddenly wishing I had the safety of the backseat away from all of this chaos. "It's just a little extra kick to get started,"
Huling Na-update : 2025-03-27Rebirth: What’s Left Of Me 66. Opening Up
"Dronningens fødselsdag?" I asked, skepticism thick in my voice after last night's chaos. I'd have been fine if Jason had just let me out of the car before the race, but no, he had to add all that extra drama. "Is it illegal?" "No. It's the birth of Queen Mary. No way you can miss this. It's the poor people's day to party," Damien pleaded. "Is she being born now?" I asked sarcastically. "Come on, Jack, everyone is going as well, we'll just go a little earlier," Damien said. "Fine, whatever," I conceded. Damien had promised me it would be more relaxed today. What could go so terribly wrong at a festival? Nothing illegal going on there, right? According to Damien, every year the beautiful and illustrious village held a festival to honor the queen's birthday. It was a time when children traveled throughout the village with their parents, exploring the hundreds of stands filled with food, toys, snacks, and more. This year wasn't any different. The festival would start at noon, and th
Huling Na-update : 2025-03-27Rebirth: What’s Left Of Me 67. Casino
{TW: Illegal Gambling} "Remind me how you guys convinced me to come again?" I asked as we neared the imposing double-door entrance of the underground casino. Jared, striding ahead, casually tossed a small white pouch in his hand, the weight of it making a soft thudding sound against his palm. The pungent smell of expensive cologne and cigar smoke hit me like a wall, making me scrunch my nose in distaste. Things had been going so well at the festival, but we were interrupted by Jared and Jason, who had other plans. Damien was pissed about it, of course. "I heard this is the best underground gambling den in the village. Prize pools up to three hundred million," Jared replied nonchalantly, his voice filled with excitement. "Ah, yes," I muttered, eyes scanning the chandelier overhead as if I could escape the situation by glaring at the opulent surroundings. "But we've never gambled in this high-profile of a setting. I don't understand why we aren't just pickpocketing." "First time f
Huling Na-update : 2025-03-28
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Rebirth: What’s Left Of Me 88. Grandma’s Wig
I laid there, handcuffed to the hospital bed, with two detectives watching over me as the nurse finished wrapping up my wrist. She was friendly, but I was too anxious to fully engage with her. Three hours had passed since I arrived at the hospital, and just sitting there idle wasn't helping. "If you try some shit like that again, I'll kill you, kid," the lead detective snarled, glaring at me. "Is that a threat? I could sue for that, pig," I shot back, my voice steady but dripping with disdain. "It's a relief there's a hospital nearby with a low amount of patients," he scowled, launching into a rant about how reckless the youth of today were. "Don't you have a life to think about? I swear, you rich kids are so damn selfish." I tuned him out momentarily, my thoughts racing. The most important thing right now was my family's safety. Riley McIntyre was definitely going to go after my dad or my mom first. But as expected, I'd already calculated that possibility. I made a big fuss to ge
Rebirth: What’s Left Of Me 87. No Good Options
{TW: Self-Harm} The knock at the door was heavy and deliberate, a sound that told me this wasn't just a neighbor stopping by. When I opened it, I found two uniformed officers and a plainclothes detective staring back at me. "Jack Spencer?" the detective asked, his voice sharp. "Yes." "We need you to come down to the station for questioning. It's about the murder of Declan McIntyre," he said, watching me carefully. Behind me, Erwin froze, his grip tightening around his robe. "What the hell's going on?" he asked, his voice shaking. I turned and looked at Erwin firmly. "Stay calm. Lock the doors. No one in or out until you hear from me. Call Damien, Jason, and Jared to help me out," I said firmly. Erwin's face twisted in protest, but I was already being slapped in cuffs and led out of the house. The detective gestured toward his car, and I followed without another word. The ride to the station felt longer than it should have. Sitting in the back seat of the squad car, my pulse dr
Rebirth: What’s Left Of Me 86. Aunt Orla
[New Mission: Get A McIntyre On Your Side. Reward: Good Karma Penalty: Arrest] There the system goes with its impossible tasks again! How the hell was I supposed to do that? At least, that was what I was thinking an hour ago when I first received the mission. But because I was impulsive—and possibly an idiot—I ended up taking a car out myself, heading straight for the only person I could think of who hadn't come at me personally yet. My aunt. Women were more sympathetic in these kinds of situations so I should contact her first, right? Somehow I doubt it. I arrived at her office in one piece, which was more than I could say for the car I drove. "A few bumps" wasn't enough to describe the damage I'd done. The side mirror was barely hanging on, and the back bumper... well, technically, it was still attached. Barely. "You! You can't park there!" A guy in uniform shouted at me as I stepped out. "Is my aunt here?" I asked, trying to sound authoritative. "What? Your aunt? Why w
Rebirth: What’s Left Of Me 85. Buried Legacy
"How could you not know your own mother's background? I know mine so well I could tell you everything from her childhood up until now," Damien scolded me, his tone laced with disbelief. "Did she really not tell you she was a McIntyre?" "No, I'm absolutely clueless here," I admitted, feeling a bit ashamed. I'd never had much interest in my mom's side of the family, and now, that ignorance had come back to bite me. Apparently, the family that had disowned her was the McIntyres. Which meant I had killed my cousin... who, to be fair, had killed me first. Still pretty fucked up now that I think about it. "I looked at some of it quickly, and I can tell you right away she's from an influential family. You know McIntyre Corporations? The conglomerate? I'm sure you have, they used to have a stake in HUG." "Seriously? My mom is from that family?" I gasped. McIntyre Corp was a step below the elite, but still a top-selling brand, on par with Empire in certain aspects. "Yeah, they founded
Rebirth: What’s Left Of Me 84. The Real Culprit
"Wait!" I ordered before the cops could drag Ayla out completely. She froze, her tear-streaked face turning toward me. I stepped closer, studying the raw desperation clinging to her features. She wasn't playing anymore. There was no more fake composure, no more arrogant smirks. Just a stupid girl who realized too late that she'd lost. "Who gave you the courage to do this, Ayla?" I asked, my tone calm, almost casual. "It can't be your dad, or Hilliard, or even Debbie. Was it Eli Roth?" The second his name left my mouth, her expression snapped from fear to anger. "He's the one who told me the truth about you," she spat. "You're just a leech—" I raised a hand slightly, cutting her off. "I have something to ask you about him." That flicker of defiance wavered, and she shivered. "I don't know much about him," she murmured, the tremor in her voice betraying how deeply Eli had gotten under her skin. I studied her carefully. Ayla was spoiled and stupid—just clever enough to be dangero
Rebirth: What’s Left Of Me 83. Ayla’s Loss
{TW: violence} The ripping sound of fabric filled the air as two brutes tore my hoodie straight down the middle. My muscles tensed, and before they could react, I exploded into motion. The guy who had torn my hoodie barely had time to register what was happening before my fist crashed into his face. His head snapped back violently, his body staggering from the sheer force. The moment his grip loosened, I twisted, grabbing the second thug's arm and using his own weight against him. With a sharp pivot, I flipped him over my shoulder. His back hit the ground hard, the breath knocked out of him with a wheezing gasp. I followed through, slamming my knee into his gut before rolling back onto my feet. My knuckles throbbed from the impact, but my adrenaline had me feeling completely in control. Just as I was about to make another move, the host at the entrance suddenly spoke, his tone mocking yet tense. "What, is there an issue?" The two thugs hesitated, clearly listening to orders th
Rebirth: What’s Left Of Me 82. Theatrics
I arrived at the Johnson Hotel in regular clothes—a hoodie and mismatched sweatpants. A strategic choice. If someone filmed tonight, I just wanted to look like a guy who wasn't into labels. It better be fucking worth it. These ugly-ass Crocs on my feet were pushing the limits of my patience. I'll be burning them right after this. The fifth floor was quieter than I expected. The restaurant looked only slightly busy, but something was off. I tried to walk idly past, but three different people made direct eye contact with me in a way that was too deliberate. This must be the place. "I believe there's a reservation under the name of Spears," I said casually. The host behind the podium looked like the type who never belonged in high-class places but somehow forced himself in. He had gold teeth that flashed when he smiled—too wide, too eager, too forced. "Good evening, Mr. Spencer." His voice had an edge to it. "She's waiting for you inside. Please, follow me." As we walked through
Rebirth: What’s Left Of Me 81. The Next Threat
I woke up on the couch, groggy and disoriented. It took forever to convince my mom and dad not to push me into a relationship after Damien had kissed me so passionately in front of them. Dad's justification? "If you're going to be gay, you should be gay with him." Mom, of course, had agreed wholeheartedly. Somehow, though, I managed to get them to promise to put off that conversation until graduation. [New Mission: Finish Off Your Rival Award: Secret Intel Penalty: Strength Depletion] Fuck my life. I couldn't afford to lose my strength right now, but I also couldn't just kill Ayla, right? ...Was that what the system was suggesting? Kill her? It's the easiest option. Or was it setting me up for failure again, just to scold me later? I should kill her. My phone rang loudly in my hand. "Hello?" I croaked. A sharp, demanding voice answered. "Make some time to talk to me tonight." I frowned, still groggy. "Who the fuck is this?" "You don't recognize my voice?" She sounded
Rebirth: What’s Left Of Me 80. New Years
Christmas went by quickly, and I used the opportunity to get some much-needed rest rather than hunting for presents. Still, Mom made me get up to take tacky Christmas photos in matching pajamas. And for once, I actually got presents that year. Not some random car part or whatever cheap junk my past parents picked up after blowing all the holiday money on drugs. It was a nice change. And zero mention of Debbie. Then came New Year's. For some reason, we had to go to Damien's house just because we were invited. My dad, of course, was very eager to go, even praising me for getting us all invited. When we arrived, we were greeted by the butler, who took all of our coats. "Hello, Leigh, Eva," Damien's dad greeted smoothly. "Thank you for inviting us," Mom said, her usual polite charm in full effect. "I had no choice at this point." Damien's dad chuckled, his voice smooth but amused. "My boy just likes yours so much, it would feel cruel to take a holiday without him." I went red. "
