All Chapters of Rebirth: What’s Left Of Me: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

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

"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

[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

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

{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