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Rebirth: What’s Left Of Me 68. Arbitration
The morning after wasn't any easier. The remnants of last night's chaos still clung to me—the adrenaline, the tension, the absurdity of everything that had happened. But no matter how much I wanted to stretch out this little vacation, I knew I couldn't avoid the inevitable any longer. It was time to face my dad. Time to finally bring the mission to an end. Damien, still sprawled out on the couch, groaned as he noticed me gathering my things. "It hasn't been a week yet," he whined, looking up at me with an exaggerated pout. "Damien, I've already called my mom," I said, stuffing my clothes into my bag. "I'm heading home today. The purpose of coming here has been served. I'm all relaxed and loose." Plus, there were only a little more than twenty-four hours before my dad woke up. Jason, who had been silently watching from the doorway, smirked. "I can check if you're really loose or not," he teased. I shot him a look, crossing my arms. "You want one last big job before we go, don't y
Last Updated : 2025-03-28Rebirth: What’s Left Of Me 69. House of Cards
The room was thick with tension. The arbitrator cleared his throat and began, "If there's no objection and no more proof to be shown, we will take a short—" "No! I have more proof!" Debbie suddenly shrieked, her voice cutting through the air like a blade. She dug into her pocket and yanked out a ring, holding it high for everyone to see. "Jack's ring! I found it on the stairs, right at the spot where he pushed Dad down! How do you explain this?!" "Yes, that ring!" One of Debbie's witnesses, Wendy, rolled her eyes dramatically. "That was definitely the one he was wearing that day! It's that tacky one!" So she was the one who called my ring tacky in the hallway. I studied the ring in Debbie's hand, and at first glance, it did look like mine. But there were subtle differences, ones that made it obvious it was a fake. "I don't think that's my ring," I said plainly, raising my hand to reveal my actual ring, still in perfect condition. "I'd never lose Dad's class ring." "LIAR!!" Debb
Last Updated : 2025-03-29Rebirth: What’s Left Of Me 70. Dealing With It
Mom's scream tore through the morning silence, jolting the entire house awake. "CALL THE DOCTOR, QUICK!!" My mother's frantic voice rang out, raw with panic and hope. "HONEY!" "Ma'am, please calm down!" "He blinked just now!" "Mr. Spencer! Can you see me?!" the doctor's voice barked, sharp and urgent. I shot up from my bed and ran to the door, peeking inside with my heart hammering against my ribs. "This is a miracle! He's completely woken up from his coma!" Right on time. "He just moved his finger a bit!" Mom sobbed, her hands clutching his arm like she was afraid to let go. I exhaled, stepping away from the scene before anyone could notice me. Slipping back into my room, I collapsed onto my bed, staring at the ceiling. This was it. This was the moment of truth. Where did Dad's loyalty truly lie? Would he side with me? Or would he choose his beloved little girl? I didn't leave my room that entire day. Doctors rushed in and out of the house, their hushed voices carrying do
Last Updated : 2025-03-29Rebirth: What’s Left Of Me 71. Facing Debbie
"Name?" the receptionist asked, barely glancing up from his tablet. "Jack Spencer," I replied, trying to steady my nerves. "Name of the inmate you're visiting?" "Deborah Spencer." The receptionist's fingers danced over the screen, his expression indifferent. I tapped my foot impatiently, glancing around. The waiting area was cold and unwelcoming. The walls were a dull gray, and the fluorescent lights cast a harsh glare, emphasizing the grime and wear of the place. The air was thick with a sense of desperation and hopelessness, as if the building itself had absorbed the sorrow of its occupants. "Alright," the receptionist said finally, pointing towards a gate. "Through the gate, then left. You can go in." "Thanks," I muttered, nodding slightly as I walked past him. I entered the visiting room and took a seat, my eyes scanning the room. Most of the visitors were middle-aged men, probably fathers, brothers, or boyfriends. There were a few heavily tattooed women as well, sitting in
Last Updated : 2025-03-30Rebirth: What’s Left Of Me 72. Temporary Boss
I didn't understand it. I really didn't. Even after laying everything out for him—the truth about Debbie, the Roth gang, all the shit they'd pulled—Dad still refused to take action. "You stubborn bastard! I'm warning you! Don't be foolish and focus on your studies!" Dad barked, his voice laced with frustration. "What? Why?" I demanded. It made no sense. We had evidence. We had opportunity. We could take down at least some of them before they ever saw it coming. Why not take the chance? "You think I don't know what you're planning?" Dad scoffed, giving me a sharp glare. "I can already imagine you going around and starting all kinds of trouble. Just thinking about it is already raising my blood pressure!" "Then what about you?" I shot back. "Can you even work with your head banged up like that?" "That's none of your damn concern! I fell—" "You were pushed!" "But I wasn't shot in the head!" he snapped. "Mind your business and go to school, you brat!" I clenched my jaw. He was be
Last Updated : 2025-03-30Rebirth: What’s Left Of Me 73. The Reunion
"When you make your own money, you don't need permission to buy things," Mom said with a vindictive smile, her eyes gleaming as she stared down Sonny. "My son is very good at making money, so I won't tell him how to spend it." Sonny's face twitched. Her breaths came heavier, her jaw clenched so tight I thought her teeth might crack. Then, as if clinging to some last shred of power, Sonny straightened her back and forced a smirk. "The alumni reunion is this Saturday at the Johnson Hotel. Make sure to be there with your husband!" I almost laughed. So this was her plan? She wasn't just going to take the L—she wanted a rematch. She probably thought she could humiliate Mom at the reunion in front of their old classmates. Unfortunately for her, I don't think my mom is a weak person. "Don't worry, my mom will be there," I said, rolling my eyes. "Right, Mom?" "Yeah... right," she said, her tone more amused than anything. "I'll be there." Sonny grinned victoriously, like she'd just trap
Last Updated : 2025-03-31Rebirth: What’s Left Of Me 74. Bye Sonny
"SHUT UP!!! JUST BECAUSE YOU'RE PRETTY AND SKINNY DOESN'T MAKE YOU BETTER THAN ME!!! YOU'RE JUST THE CHILD OF A MISTRESS!!!!" Sonny screeched. Oh, fuck no. I grabbed Mom's wine glass and threw the wine straight into Sonny's face. She let out a primal wail, stumbling back as the expensive wine dripped down her face and onto her ridiculous dress. "Oh goodness, Jack," Mom chuckled, watching the scene unfold. "HONEY!!!!" Sonny shrieked, wiping furiously at her face. Mom remained calm, completely unfazed. "I don't mind you being jealous, Sonny. I'm used to it. But me and my son can't listen to you insulting our family anymore." "HONEY!!! LOOK WHAT HE DID TO ME!!!! THAT CRAZY BITCH HAD HER SON THROW WINE IN MY FACE!!!" Sonny ignored us completely and ran over to a well-dressed, arrogant-looking man. Oh shit. It was about to go down. I could already tell from his expensive suit and high-and-mighty expression that this guy was trouble. How do I de-escalate a situation? ...Actually,
Last Updated : 2025-03-31Rebirth: What’s Left Of Me 75. Legal War
Mom was so pleased with how the reunion turned out that she took things a step further—by the end of the night, she had already initiated a hostile takeover of Johnson Hotels nationwide. She wasn't about to let anyone steal her bragging rights. As for Andrew Sullivan? He was demoted from his position as a show of loyalty to Dad. Dad, of course, praised me for handling things so efficiently. But he still wasn't ready to show his face in public yet. He looked fine to me, but I had a feeling it had more to do with insecurity. Debbie's attack had rattled him more than he let on. That was his problem. Mine? Ayla Spears. She was responsible for introducing gang shit into my life indirectly, and I had to get her for it. Thankfully, the system agreed. [New Mission: Defend Empire Reward: Company-wide Acknowledgment Penalty: Investor Dropouts] Good shit. *** "HUG Group has hired some really good lawyers, just as expected," Henry, Dad's assistant, informed me. "They'll spare no
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Rebirth: What’s Left Of Me 98. Dock #6
The dock was quiet, shrouded in a cold stillness that matched the steel-gray water stretching beneath the boats. Dock #6 was lined with vessels of all sizes, their moored hulls creaking faintly with the occasional ripple of the tide. I stood alone, my breath visible in the frigid air, waiting for Orla to emerge from her hiding spot. Around me, Damien, Honey, Jared, and Jason worked to ensure no one could approach the boats, sweeping the area to block off any possible escape route she might attempt. Finally, movement caught my eye. A figure hesitantly stepped out from one of the boats, glancing around nervously. There she is. "Hey! Took you long enough, Orla!" I called, my voice cutting through the silence, snapping her attention toward me. "Did you really think you could get away so easily?" "J-Jack?!" she stammered, her face a mix of shock and dread. "How did you—" "How?" I smirked. "You're easy to find because you're you. Thanks for not listening to your husband, by the way. I
Rebirth: What’s Left Of Me 97. The Ramen Shop
"What are you doing?!" Jason yelled. "Can't you see? We're running away, motherfucker!" I shot him a grin and flipped him off over my shoulder. We rounded the corner at full speed, the sound of sirens and shouting fading behind us. Just as we were about to take another turn, Honey emerged casually from the opposite side of the building. I skidded to a stop, nearly crashing into her. "I assume it's all there?" I asked, straightening up and catching my breath. "Yup," Honey replied, unbothered. We kept moving, walking briskly toward the car. "What's all up there?" Jared asked, glancing back at the building. "Remember those drugs that were just sitting around?" Honey smirked. "They've been offloaded into that lady's apartment. Stashed everywhere, too—closets, drawers, vents. There's no quick fix for her now." Jason's eyes widened in realization. "Ohhh, no wonder you only let me fight!" "Exactly," I nodded. "If Damien got caught on camera fighting, it'd look really bad as the chie
Rebirth: What’s Left Of Me 96. Orla’s Husband
{TW: Violence} "You shitheads!" Matthew roared, his voice raw with fury. "Today's your last day in this world! Thirty minutes?! I only need five to bash your fucking heads in!" He charged at me again, throwing a flurry of punches so fast they started to lose precision. His movements were messy, driven by panic and desperation, but the sheer force behind them made them dangerous. I ducked and dodged, his fists whistling past my head, occasionally countering with sharp, punishing blows. "Don't get too cocky," I warned just before I landed a devastating uppercut that sent Matthew crashing to the ground. I stepped closer, smirking down at the groaning man. "Hey, I thought you needed five minutes. It's barely been three!" I taunted. "What a disappointment." Matthew's face twisted in fury, his teeth gritted as he forced himself up. "What, you fucker?! Disappointment?!" His glare burned into me, pure venom. "You didn't even do shit! You cowardly asshole! You're dead!" I didn't even
Rebirth: What’s Left Of Me 95. Breaking Bracelets
Jason pulled open my car door, and I took a second to adjust my t-shirt, airing myself out from the lingering heat of adrenaline. He was already in mission mode—his usual smirk replaced by a focused, grim determination. According to Paul, some of Orla's men were holed up in a nearby brownstone apartment. Seven of them in one place. If we played this right, we could take them all down in one sweep. "No way they don't know I'm coming for them," I muttered as we approached the building. "And yet, they're still cozying up to Aunt Orla like nothing's wrong." Jason's lips twitched into the faintest smirk. "Guess we'll see just how brave they are." "It won't matter. Damien's going to get the credit for calling them in anyway." I sighed. Damien had been on clean-up duty for a while now. I just couldn't bring myself to involve him in this side of things. But in a way, it worked in his favor—his tip-offs had skyrocketed his father's reputation with the police force. The Chief of Police had
Rebirth: What’s Left Of Me 94. Corporate Warfare
Jared approached me with his usual smug grin, holding up a bag in one hand. "Hey Jack! Sorry I'm late, but I thought you'd want a snack." I eyed the bag warily before snatching it out of his hand, the smell of warm beef patty hitting my nose. "Oh, you bastard! How thoughtful!" I said, already taking a bite. The flaky crust and seasoned beef were a much-needed comfort after everything that had happened in the Deans office. "How's the investigation going?" Jared's expression shifted slightly. "Nothing's really changed. Riley is in prison, and that aunt of yours is laying low, but I was able to find out some things. Whatever scared act she's pulling is fake. She's an active participant." I paused mid-bite. "Elaborate." "She's running McIntyre Baked Goods, but her nickname in the streets is 'The Shapeshifter,'" Jared explained. "She plays the part of a scared, innocent little lamb to avoid trouble, but she's your uncle's largest supporter. She's been like that before you were born. Sh
Rebirth: What’s Left Of Me 93. Cheater Allegations
Three fucking days of silence! No test results, nothing from the Roth gang or the McIntyre family, no system missions—just the same monotonous grind of school. I hated to admit it, but I was bored. Really bored. My mind wandered endlessly, trying to imagine the possibilities for what could happen next. But no, nothing. No updates, no action, just me stuck in this mundane loop of school and home. And then the voice over the intercom broke through my thoughts. "Jack Spencer to the principal's office. Now, please." Maybe this was the system finally rewarding me. Maybe I had improved more than anyone else at this school—no unexcused absences, a few tardies, and some detentions. I grabbed my bag and walked out of class as quickly as I could, hoping this was some good news. The hallways felt unusually quiet as I made my way to the office, the echoes of my footsteps punctuating the tense silence. "Go right in," the receptionist said, barely sparing me a glance as she typed away at her
Rebirth: What’s Left Of Me 92. Midterms
The aftermath of everything was truly uneventful. The attorney general denied his involvement in everything the livestream had exposed, but he somehow managed to keep his position. All mentions of me being a suspect were overshadowed by Riley McIntyre's arrest and the scrutiny directed at the Attorney General's office. I was grounded, naturally. My mom was furious with me for not letting the whole McIntyre thing go and for continuing to dig into her past. Apparently, my obsession with fighting the McIntyre family made her think I wasn't putting enough focus on my schoolwork. So, no going out again until school started. Which, of course, sucked. Not just because I was stuck in the house, but because midterms were here. And I hadn't studied for a damn thing. Not a page. I hadn't had the time with everything that was going on, and frankly, I hadn't cared much. "This academy prides itself on excelling in all aspects of its curriculum!" the examiner announced as he passed out thick
Rebirth: What’s Left Of Me 91. The Final Play
The screen flickered as the livestream began, showing an empty bedroom. The room was all too familiar. It was my house. Confusion clouded my thoughts as I watched the chat flood with comments. "Why the hell is this on my feed?" "What's going on here?" "Clickbait much?" I couldn't help but wonder what kind of sick game this was. But then the door suddenly burst open. Riley McIntyre stormed in, his face twisted with fury. His arm wasn't in a cast, which caught me off guard, but his rage was unmistakable. *************** "Eva Spencer! I finally found—" Riley started, his voice cracking as he scanned the empty room. His frustration was palpable. "What the fuck? Where'd that bitch go? Again with the bull—" "I knew you'd come," came a calm, cold voice from the doorway. Damien stepped into view, his gaze sharp and unwavering as he locked eyes with Riley. *************** My mom gasped beside me. "What's he doing?" I quickly shushed her, not wanting to make a sound. My focus was comp
Rebirth: What’s Left Of Me 90. Calculated Risk
{TW: Violence} The fight began the moment I stepped into the room. Riley's shocked expression quickly turned into a snarl, but before I could get to him, the man in the suit stepped in, trying to block my path. "Hey!" he yelled, throwing a wild punch that connected with the side of my face. The impact made me stumble, but I powered through, shoving him aside as hard as I could. Riley had barely risen from his chair when I swung my fist. My punch landed cleanly on the side of his head, sending him sprawling out of the chair. The man may have been big, but he was old, and it was clear he hadn't kept up with his regimen. His face twisted in pain as he hit the floor. The man in the suit gasped and screamed at me. "If you joke around about the law, do you expect me to do nothing?!" "You fucker!" Riley growled, scrambling back to his feet. I didn't give him the chance to recover and brought my foot down hard, aiming for him again. Riley dodged and, in one swift motion, grabbed the cha
