All Chapters of Reborn For Revenge: Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

Seven months had flown by in peace and joy—a time so smooth and quiet it felt surreal. “Everyone’s setting up the food, and here I am just relaxing,” I said to Amory over the phone, settling comfortably on the couch. “Good, you deserve a break. Eat a lot of delicious things. I’ve noticed you’ve been looking a little thin lately. People might start thinking I’m working you too hard,” he teased, his voice warm and familiar.I chuckled, enjoying the moment. “Alright, I’ll eat a lot and pack some for you home too. Bye,” I said, ending the call and standing up, ready to join the others.When I reached the dining table, my jaw dropped at the spread. “Wow! Did you two actually make all of this?” I asked, marveling at the dishes Catherine and Mia had prepared. “My mom really must be a world-class teacher,” I joked as I took a seat at the table.My mom gave a proud smile. “They both put in a lot of effort. Neither of them missed a single lesson. They worked hard,” she said, casting a teasing

The quiet solitude of my room was broken by the sudden chime of the door alarm. I leaped up, thinking it was the food I had ordered. My mouth was practically watering as I hurried to the door, my phone in one hand. I punched in the unlock code with my other hand, expecting nothing more than a friendly delivery driver. With a bright smile, I flung open the door, about to thank them when the words caught in my throat. "Hi, thank you so-"Standing before me was no delivery driver. A masked figure, clad entirely in black, stood ominously in the doorway, a pair of dark gloves covering his hands. Every instinct screamed for me to shut the door, but before I could react, he moved swiftly, jamming his foot between the door and the frame, blocking me from closing it. I pushed with all the strength I could muster, but he was stronger, forcing the door open until I stumbled back, hitting the wall hard.The man standing there was dressed all in black, his face obscured by a mask, with gloves cov

Amory POV I pushed the car to its limits, the tires squealing as I rounded the last corner and finally caught sight of Fielding's car parked on the side of the road. A wave of terror washed over me as I pictured Emma trapped, at his mercy. I could feel my heart thundering in my chest as I pushed the gas pedal even harder, the scenery blurring as I closed the distance.I screeched to a stop directly in front of Fielding’s car, slamming the brakes so hard the tires scraped against the pavement, leaving black streaks on the ground. I barely had time to register anything as I jumped “Emma, stay alive. Please,” I whispered as I threw myself out of the car and sprinted toward her. I reached the vehicle just as Fielding dragged her out of the backseat, his face twisted in a dark grin. Fury surged through me, overpowering the fear, and I seized him by his collar, my grip iron-tight.Without hesitation, I drew my fist back and slammed it into his face, feeling the impact reverberate through

Emma POV A bone-chilling terror took hold of me as the sound of the truck's approach thundered in my ears, each second drawing it closer. Memories of my past life came flooding back with haunting clarity—the moment of impact, the helplessness, the world shattering around me. I could still feel the vibration of metal, the stench of burning rubber, and the crushing realization that I was about to be hit. But now, as I looked up, it was Amory standing in the truck’s path.“Amory!” I screamed, my voice cracking under the weight of desperation and dread. “The truck! Get out of the way!”The second he turned to look at me, his eyes widened in understanding. But as if time itself slowed, he hesitated just long enough for Fielding to grab hold of him, pulling him back down to the ground. I gasped, my hands instinctively wrapping around my head as I crouched low, too terrified to look but too desperate not to.When I finally forced myself to look, my heart stilled. Amory was hunched over Fiel

Fielding POV The clanking of the cell door jolted me from my thoughts. A police officer swung it open, gesturing for me to step out. I was handcuffed, and as I stepped into the hall, I saw him: my father, sitting stiffly in the visitor center. His eyes fixed on me as I entered, an expression that was as cold as it was unforgiving.For a moment, I froze, unable to take another step. But I forced myself forward, one heavy step after the other, until I reached the chair across from him. We were separated only by a small table, yet the distance felt insurmountable. He remained silent, his face a tight mask of anger and disappointment.After a painfully long silence, he finally spoke, his voice a low growl. “How could you do such a thing?” he asked, his words dripping with disdain. “I thought, maybe, after all this time, you would change. I thought you’d learn something.” His voice broke, raw and filled with an intensity that made me look away, unable to hold his gaze.He continued, his t