Все главы Reborn: Romance in the Apocalypse: Глава 1 - Глава 8

When I opened my eyes again, I didn't immediately realize I had been reborn. I only noticed that the pain was gone."Quit spacing out!" A sharp voice snapped me back. A rescue worker leaned out from the vehicle, looking impatient. "We can fit one more! Get in or die out there!"Closest to the door was my fiancé, Oliver. His gaze flickered between me and his first love, Lina. After a long, agonizing moment, he finally reached out a hand toward me.Oh. His expression looked as if he were choosing which limb to amputate—left or right. Was the decision really that hard? Let me help you, then.I took a step back and smiled, rejecting the unspoken price behind his so-called kindness."Save Lina first. I think she's the better choice."I was never going to let history repeat itself. Never again would I be called a "life-stealing coward," a "shameless woman doomed to a lifetime of guilt," or a "plague unworthy of even hellhole."I much preferred "vengeful goddess."Relief washed over O

No one had ever used the word "surprise" to describe me. My husband in my past life, Oliver, would always look irritated the moment he saw me, as if he were a stick of dynamite and I was the match poised to ignite him.One night, Oliver had come home drunk, reeking of alcohol, muttering Lina's name under his breath.Worried that he'd feel awful in the morning, I used the rare honey I'd been saving to sober him up. But he shoved me away without a second thought.The glass of honey water shattered against the floor. I fell hard, shards of glass piercing my skin, carving countless wounds into my flesh.Blood pooled beneath me. I groaned in pain, but Oliver just crossed his arms and watched, cold and satisfied."Does it hurt?" he asked, voice devoid of sympathy. "But no matter how much pain you're in, it's not even a fraction of what Lina felt when she died."I stared up at him, stunned, my heart aching far worse than my torn skin.When our eyes met, he didn't flinch. Instead, he sn

My family has been around for over a century. A prestigious lineage, as they say. But growing up, my parents were always busy.They never celebrated my birthday. Never showed up for parent-teacher conferences.For a while, I thought if I made trouble, they'd have no choice but to notice me. So I flunked tests on purpose, skipped class, picked fights—anything that would force the teachers to call them in. It worked. For a few fleeting moments, I got to see them.But as I got older, I stopped expecting their love. I learned to celebrate my birthdays alone. I had the housekeeper attend the parent-teacher conferences.It made me independent, but also unbearably lonely.I did everything by myself. Over time, rumors spread around school—whispers that I was some kind of wild child, a girl without parental discipline. Because of that, a gang of delinquents cornered me after school one day, demanding all my valuables. If I didn't comply, they'd beat me up.That's when I met Oliver.He stepped i

I saw Ace waiting for me in the car outside the safe house. Just as I was about to head over, Oliver suddenly caught up with me from behind.I had no intention of wasting any more time on him. "Stop pestering me. I'm going to see my boyfriend.""You're calling him your boyfriend?" Oliver's eyes burned with anger. "What does he have that I don't?"I let out a cold laugh. "For one, he's better than someone who shirks responsibility and regrets his own choices."I wanted to get away from him as quickly as possible, but unlike in my past life—where he had treated me as if I were invisible—Oliver now seemed to have endless things to say."Zayla, it's not what you think—"He grabbed my arm, his grip so tight it hurt.Ace, seeing our confrontation from the car, got out immediately. Without hesitation, he twisted Oliver's arm behind his back. Oliver's face contorted in pain, and he was forced to let go of me."Get lost. Don't touch her."Ace shielded me, leading me into the car. This one wasn'