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Rebirth: What’s Left Of Me 78. The Explosion
I admit, I got a bit lost in my quest for revenge that I forgot the goal was to get Victor out of his job, not offer him a different avenue. I guess there were no loopholes in the missions after all. The shareholders' meeting Victor called was tomorrow, and all was quiet—especially for me. Literally, everything had fallen into place exactly the way I wanted it to. My dad thought I was doing great by even getting a shareholders meeting called and going after HUG, unaware of my real intentions to get back at Ayla successfully... but I couldn't enjoy it. What the hell was going to explode?! The house? The car? Me? Is there an explosive in my belly? "My stomach," I mumbled. "It's just nerves, young master. Your first shareholders' meeting is tomorrow, after all, and you've successfully managed to get around HUG," Erwin said, his voice calm, but his eyes still scanning the room for any sign of trouble. "Yeah, that's cool and all, but why has Lance Spears been so quiet? I woul
최신 업데이트 : 2025-04-02Rebirth: What’s Left Of Me 79. Sweet Victory
The ten seasoned shareholders exchanged nervous glances, their expressions shocked as they turned to look at me. I adjusted my suit jacket, stepping forward confidently. Kicking the door in a dramatic fashion to enter was definitely a good move. "My apologies for being late! Traffic sucks! I'm Jack Spencer, Part Owner of Empire," I said, letting my voice cut through the silence like a knife. Dad followed behind me, his presence almost as commanding as mine, but I could tell he was a bit embarrassed by me. But whatever. This moment, this victory, was going to be mine. Henry's expression lit up with clear relief. "Mr. Spencer!" he called, his voice shaking slightly. He must have faced a firing squad of questions because I was late. I turned my attention to Lance Spears, whose entire face had gone pale the moment he laid eyes on me. The man looked like he'd seen a ghost. "Jack Spencer?!" he stammered. "B-but last night, he was..." "That's right, Mr. Spears," I said with a smile s
최신 업데이트 : 2025-04-04Rebirth: 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. "
최신 업데이트 : 2025-04-04Rebirth: 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
최신 업데이트 : 2025-04-06Rebirth: 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
최신 업데이트 : 2025-04-06Rebirth: 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
최신 업데이트 : 2025-04-07Rebirth: 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
최신 업데이트 : 2025-04-07Rebirth: 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
최신 업데이트 : 2025-04-08
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Rebirth: What’s Left Of Me 119. 1 Year Later
Dating Damien hadn't exactly been easy. At first, Jared went full petty sabotage mode—planting fake pictures in my bag, giving Damien's number out to random strangers, doing anything he could to wedge something between us. But after about two weeks, he got bored, or maybe just tired of seeing it wasn't working, and backed off. Now he was too busy working with his mom at HUG and trying to keep Cormac from laundering too much money through McIntyre. Thankfully, we'd reached a point where we could all hang out again without drama... well, except for Jared and Damien's usual bitch-fest back and forth. Meanwhile, Jason had flown back to Italy with his dad after a tearful goodbye with my mom. He was finally starting the whole "heir to Ferrari" thing now that his dad had apparently given up on chasing women. After he left, I made a quiet visit to his mother's memorial. I apologized to her for everything and promised I'd never let Jason get hurt again. It was all I could offer. On the bus
Rebirth: What’s Left Of Me 118. The Love Interest
I looked around the bright space, blinking through the haze of gold and white. The floor didn't feel real beneath my feet—it was too soft, too quiet. The kind of silence that wraps around you like cotton, comforting and terrifying all at once. "What the hell is this?" I muttered, spinning as the door behind me clicked shut. "So you're back," a woman's voice echoed across the space. I turned, and there she stood—a figure that looked more divine than human. Her presence glowed with a radiant gold that shimmered like sunlight caught in glass. Her hair flowed like liquid fire, and her eyes were endless, filled with stars. No wings, no halo—yet she was the most godlike thing I had ever seen. "Looks like you've accomplished your goal of getting revenge on Elijah Roth," she said, her voice calm and echoing like it came from inside my own head. "How was it? Are you satisfied?" I exhaled slowly. "Yeah... thanks to you, System." But even as I said it, the words felt hollow. Like I'd said t
Rebirth: What’s Left Of Me 117. The Illusion
The fire started spreading faster than I expected. The gasoline-soaked couch lit up with a fury, the flames crackling and leaping like they'd been starved too long and finally given their feast. Eli's face twisted when he realized what I'd done—pure disbelief smeared with rage. "Until the end..." he muttered, eyes flaring. "Fuck, alright. Let's end this fucked-up relationship. You prepared so much, I'm fucking cornered." "Shut the fuck up," I said, raising my fists again. The room was already growing hot, but we ignored the fire swallowing everything around us. We clashed like animals, swinging, grappling, gasping—two beasts caged in a burning tomb. His body slammed into mine and we hit the ground hard. Eli climbed on top, hands around my neck, squeezing with everything he had. I choked, vision dimming at the edges—but my hand found the broomstick nearby. I grabbed it and broke it clean across his head. Before he could reel back, I jabbed a jagged end right into his open eye. "Fu
Rebirth: What’s Left Of Me 116. Ashes To Ashes
{TW: violence} Eli jumped to his feet, his face twisted with desperation and rage as he lunged forward again. "FUCK!!! YOU'RE DOING ALL THIS BECAUSE OF ONE LITTLE BOUNTY ON YOUR HEAD?! JUST BECAUSE I CALLED YOU A FAG?!!!" He swung wildly, fists flying in every direction. He was panicking. Even still, one of his punches landed hard on my cheek. "FINE THEN!!! I APOLOGIZE!!! JUST LET THIS SHIT GO NOW!" Eli snapped. I kicked his knee, making him stumble. "I'M BEING FUCKING SINCERE!!!" he yelled, breathless, spit flying from his mouth as the fight devolved into something brutal and ugly. Then, with a sharp upper swing, I felt something slice from my cheek to my forehead—blood immediately clouded one of my eyes. I staggered back, vision blurry. Another blow slammed into my face. Then another. My ribs caught a few good hits before I dropped to a knee, trying to gather myself, focus. "What's wrong, Jack?" Eli sneered, looming over me. "After all that effort you put into living like a
Rebirth: What’s Left Of Me 115. Full Circle
{TW: Violence} The entire passenger side of the car was crushed, and all the airbags on my side had deployed. It felt like I had been tossed violently against something soft yet hard at the same time. I let out the breath I'd been holding and kicked my door open, staggering out of the wreckage. A few gags followed, but fortunately, I hadn't eaten anything all day, so nothing came up. Holy shit, I almost killed myself! I made a mental note—never again. I wasn't cut out for driving in situations like this. I glanced into the backseat. Eli was knocked out cold, blood dripping from his forehead where he'd slammed into the window. Too bad for him, he was still breathing. I wasn't done with him yet. I pried open the passenger door and dragged him out by the back of his shirt, pulling him into the forest. The eerie darkness around me gave me the jitters, but I ignored it. I had bigger things to focus on right now. "Stupid asshole," I muttered, dragging him further. "I fucking got you. F
Rebirth: What’s Left Of Me 114. The Hunt Begins
A week had passed, and no one had found Declan's body. Things were moving fast, and without speaking to my dad first, I took the initiative and bought everything related to McIntyre Corporations. It was a massive undertaking. We had to fire the entire board and replace them with our own people. The financial webs were deep, tracing money from offshore accounts, and the intel I'd gathered? It was a goldmine of blackmail material, exposing nearly every business owner, politician, and high-ranking official in the city. My dad didn't hesitate for a second. He immediately used this treasure trove to his advantage. He worked quickly, killing the news of Declan Sr.'s disappearance so that no one outside our circle would know what happened. My mom, of course, was confused. The official story was that Declan had fled to avoid the scandal, but I later realized something: My dad hadn't lied to her—he just didn't want to ruin her newfound peace. She had taken a liking to Jason, and Dad didn't wa
Rebirth: What’s Left Of Me 113. Caught
I couldn't get the system's words out of my head. "You'll soon be too preoccupied to think about it." What the hell did that mean? What could possibly take my mind off the weight of what I'd done in my past life—of Gianna, of Jason, of everything unraveling? [Mission Accomplished! You will receive secret intel!] I froze. That... that would do it. What the actual fuck was going on? I hadn't even made a move toward atonement yet, and the mission was already marked as complete? How? Why? My phone buzzed, Jason's name lighting up the screen. It was nearly 2 a.m. A part of me didn't want to answer—I was exhausted from the party and from... well, everything. But I picked up. "Hello—" "Jack?" Jason's voice was breathless, panicked, and definitely crying. "I—I need you... to come over! I need you to come over now!" He was gasping like he couldn't breathe. "What's up? Is it your dad?" "No! No! No, no—" "Tell me what happened!" I snapped, heart racing. "No! I—I can't actually say—"
Rebirth: What’s Left Of Me 112. Guilty Conscience
{TW: Suicide attempt} The memory came back like a bullet to the skull—sudden, searing, and impossible to ignore. I was seventeen. A parking garage bathed in that awful yellow-white light, nearly abandoned except for the low hum of flickering fluorescent tubes above me. The scent of oil and cold concrete filled the air. My footsteps were quiet, deliberate, echoing through the still space as I closed in on her. Gianna Lionetti. A cloth gripped tightly in my hand, soaked in chloroform. She didn't even have time to scream. I grabbed her from behind, pressing the cloth to her mouth and nose with a vice grip. She fought hard. Nails like razors dug into my wrist, her limbs thrashing with the kind of panic only people on the edge of death can summon. It took a full minute and a half—ninety long seconds of struggle—before her body finally sagged, unconscious in my arms. I eased her down like a sleepwalker, like she was fragile glass. Then, almost robotically, I opened the passenger door,
Rebirth: What’s Left Of Me 111. Surprise Party
I sat stiffly on the edge of the velvet couch, hands clenched loosely in my lap as camera flashes exploded from every angle. The drawing room was filled to the brim with reporters—some with cameras, some already holding up mics with eager hands, all of them watching me like a hawk about to strike. This was actually kind of terrifying. The last time I'd been in front of this many cameras was... well, it wasn't exactly a shining moment. I was being perp-walked in my last life, paraded in handcuffs while people shouted for my head. The bright lights, the judgmental stares—it all felt a little too familiar. A woman in the front row leaned forward, mic close. "How did you manage to get such incredible scores?" I blinked at her. "Studying like a normal person. It's not like there was much else to do besides that and work." Click. Click. Flash. "Your first appearance on TV left people with a bad impression of you. What do you think about that?" another reporter asked. I rolled my eyes
