REBORN TO THE FAMILY THAT KILL ME

prologue; Alexander Vale was a self-made man who had risen from poverty to become a successful lawyer. He married into the wealthy and influential Blackwood family, who owned the country's largest business conglomerate. However, his poor background made him an outcast within the family.When a money laundering scandal rocked the company, Ami was framed and set up by his wife's family. They made it seem like he was the mastermind behind the corruption, and he was killed in a staged accident.As Ami lay dying, he regretted not standing up against the family's mistreatment. He vowed to take revenge on them, but it seemed like an impossible task.But fate had other plans. Alexander's consciousness was transported back in time to 1988, and he found himself in the body of the youngest child of the Blackwood family, a 10-year-old boy named Karan.With his memories intact, Alexander knew this was his chance for revenge. He began to gather information and build alliances, waiting for the perfect moment to strike.As Karan grew up, Alexander's influence shaped his decisions, and he became a key player in the family business. But Alexander's ultimate goal was to bring down the Jain family from within, to make them pay for what they had done to him.The question was, would Ami's thirst for revenge consume him, or would he find redemption in his new life as Karan? **** ***** ****** ******* Chapter 1; “Rule number one,” the deep voice growled, “no matter what screams, cries, or pleas for help you hear coming from that room, you never—ever—move closer to the door. That room is off-limits to every worker here.” The words settled like a verdict. The new recruit kept his back straight. His palms were damp, but he forced them to stay still at his sides. He nodded, eyes fixed on the man speaking. “Yes, sir.” “Rule number two,” the voice continued, colder now, sharper, “what happens here stays here. You don’t breathe a word about it outside these walls.” The recruit’s throat tightened. He swallowed hard, his Adam’s apple rising and falling in a nervous rhythm. “I understand.” Just as the man seemed ready to continue, the supervisor beside them cut in briskly. “And remember, all sons of the family are referred to as Alpha. The direct heirs’ grandsons are also called Beta. The women as well. Their code is zero-zero-one. You never use their names.” The recruit nodded again, more carefully this time. “Yes.” A faint smile touched the lips of the man in the suit. “I remember everything,” he said calmly. “This is the third time you’ve reminded me.” The supervisor stiffened at that—half embarrassed, half defensive. The recruit bowed his head slightly toward the suited man. He nodded once. “Good. Let’s get to work.” “Sir… Alex—” The man paused. The recruit rushed on before losing his courage. “I’ve heard a lot about you.” His voice carried both awe and something dangerously close to admiration. “Some people say you’re not just the son-in-law of the Blackwood family… but one of the Alphas yourself.” Alexander Vale adjusted his tie with slow precision. His expression remained neutral. “And what’s your name, recruit?” he asked. His voice was deep, and firm. The young man straightened immediately. “I’m—uh—Matthew, sir.” Alexander’s gaze settled on him. “Matthew,” he said, “let me remind you of rule number three.” The room suddenly felt smaller. “Discussing the Blackwood family is strictly prohibited. You do not speculate. You do not gossip. You do not repeat rumors you think you overheard.” His tone remained even. “Never forget that.” Matthew’s smile faded. He bowed his head quickly. “I apologize, sir. It won’t happen again.” “It won’t,” Alexander replied. Matthew moved toward the long table with the other recruits, shoulders tight, acutely aware of the mistake he’d nearly made. Around here, curiosity wasn’t rewarded. It was documented. A subtle vibration brushed against Alexander’s wrist. He didn’t look down immediately. When he did, it was discreet, barely a flick of his eyes. Beta 001 is nearby! His jaw tightened just slightly. So he came himself! Alexander’s gaze shifted toward the main entrance. His posture changed. He turned without a word. The recruits watched him leave, whispers forming in their throats but dying before they could take shape. They didn’t understand the hierarchy yet. They only understood this— When Alexander Vale walked with that kind of intent, something important was about to happen. Outside, a sleek black car rolled to a controlled stop. Security shifted into position instantly. Alexander reached the entrance just as the rear door opened. A man stepped out. Beta Ethan Blackwood! He carried power like it had been stitched into his skin since birth. Tailored suit. Perfect posture. But today, the polish couldn’t hide the cracks. His eyes were rimmed red. His jaw was clenched too tightly. Grief and fury warred silently across his face. Alexander inclined his head slightly. “Beta!” Ethan didn’t respond immediately. His gaze swept the surroundings, sharp and suspicious. Workers along the corridor lowered their heads as he passed. Alpha Kael Blackwood wasn’t just a name. He was a living fortress—untouchable, calculating, the kind of man people whispered about even when he wasn’t in the room. And now he was lying in a hospital bed, fragile in a way no one had imagined. Ethan, his eldest grandson, walked through the corridors like he owned them. The Blackwood legacy was massive. Their founder, Victor Blackwood, had started with a single warehouse by the docks. He had no money, no connections—just grit, instinct, and a refusal to lose. By the time the city noticed him, he had already taken control of the port, then logistics, then construction. Shipping turned into energy, energy turned into tech, tech turned into media. Today, the Blackwood Group spanned continents, moved billions, and held silent stakes in industries nobody could trace. Victor had adored Ethan, his grandson and named him his heir. He had seen in him what he’d seen in no one else—a combination of ruthlessness and charm. Ethan had been groomed for this his entire life: numbers, acquisitions, hostile takeovers before most kids could drive. Victor had called him his “sharpest weapon,” and Ethan had tried to live up to it. Alexander Vale walked just behind him, half a step, calculating, watching. The office door closed with a muted click, and silence swallowed the room. Ethan reached the head of the table. “I don’t want the media catching wind of this,” he said, low, voice tight. “Not now. Not with my grandfather in the hospital.” Alexander stayed by the door, quiet. Ethan’s eyes flicked to him. The arrogance slipped. “Alexander,” he said, voice dropping to almost a whisper. The title Beta disappeared. “You’re not just my brother-in-law. You’re the only one I can trust to handle this.” Alexander Vale rubbed the bridge of his nose, letting out a low exhale. His expression was somber, careful not to show the storm behind his eyes. “I understand what you’re saying, Ethan. But I’ll be honest—this isn’t something I can fix alone. The prosecutor behind this, Patricia Kate… she’s ruthless. She won’t stop until she brings us down.” Ethan slammed a fist on the polished table. The sound echoed like a gunshot. “I know that, Alexander! I know. But I need you to try. Use whatever you have—connections, leverage, resources. I don’t care how you do it. My father’s legacy is on the line. Our family’s name. Everything we’ve built.” Alexander leaned back slightly, rubbing his temples. “I’ll do what I can… but I’m not promising anything. This is a ticking bomb, Ethan. I don’t know how long we can keep it quiet before it blows.” Ethan’s gaze sharpened, piercing. “Then let’s make sure it doesn’t get the chance.” Alexander started to rise. “If you’ll excuse me—” “Wait!” Ethan’s sudden outburst froze him mid-step. Alexander turned. “What now?” “The company,” Ethan said, his voice dropping into a deliberate, calculating rhythm. “It’s a paper company. Singapore-based. The amount in question… over five hundred million dollars.” Alexander’s eyes widened slightly, interest piqued. He stayed seated, with his fingers steepled on the table. “Go on.” Ethan leaned forward, voice even, cold. “I’m willing to let you have it, Alexander. All of it. Every cent. If you can make sure it disappears. No ties to the Blackwoods. No trace. Gone as if it never existed.” Alexander’s mind raced. Five hundred million. The kind of sum that could change everything, rewrite his life completely. But at what cost? His eyes locked on Ethan. “What’s the catch?” Ethan’s smile was sharp, almost cruel, a flash of ice in his otherwise calm demeanor. “You have to make it disappear. Completely. No trails, no connections, nothing. Can I trust you to do that?” Alexander’s jaw tightened. He weighed every angle. One wrong move, and the Blackwood name, his wife’s trust, even his life, could be collateral. Ethan leaned in, hand gripping Alexander’s firmly. “I know how you’ve been treated in this family,” he said quietly, almost whispering. “I know how Maya—your wife—takes you for granted. How you’ve always cleaned up after us, covered for our mistakes, and never gotten the recognition you deserve.” Alexander’s eyes flickered with something he rarely let show: a flash of bitterness, a mix of anger and longing. Ethan didn’t let him respond. “Do this, Alexander, and the money is yours. Real power. Real freedom. You can finally stand on your own, outside the Blackwood shadow. When I become chairman… you’ll have the respect, the position, the authority you’ve earned.” The room was silent, the weight of Ethan’s words pressing down. Alexander’s gaze searched Ethan’s face for lies, deceit, anything that would warn him off. All he saw was determination. A desperation mirrored in his own chest. Finally, he exhaled, slow, deliberate. “I…”