REBIRTH: Wife Is Here To Claim It All

Rebirth

~Isabella's POV~

I sat up, gasping for air.

My heart felt like it was about to burst out of my chest. My breath came in quick, shallow pants, and for a moment, I couldn't see. I felt like falling as the room spun around me, the colors blurring into different shades.

My body shivered as I felt coldness sip into my body, "No… no… no…" I whispered, shaking my head violently.

It couldn't be, It shouldn't be, right?!

I gasped as a sudden nauseous urge to vomit came, and before I knew it, I bent over, vomiting onto the floor. I cleared my throat, my body convulsed violently, I clutched my chest, as I waited for the pain, waiting for the bullet hole where Alex shot me.

But I was shocked when I felt nothing. There weren't any. I stilled, my beating erratic.

I couldn't feel it. My body wasn't racked with pain. My limbs weren't still because of the poison. My skin wasn't chilled by death.

I was alive!

I gulped as I stared at my shaking hands, and waves of disbelief crashed over me. My hands were smooth, unmarred. Not the dead, bloody hands I'd last remembered before everything had turned to blackness.

This can't be happening, this is impossible. Was it a dream? It was so real.

My heart thudded as memories bombarded me, the proposal, the wine, the papers, his sarcastic laughter, his confession, and lastly, the gunshot.

I became confused, I was supposed to be dead.

And then, without warning, the television suddenly crackled to life, and the voice

Of the announcer filled the room with today's date and time.

My blood ran cold, I stared at the lady saying the news with horror. Then I jumped out of bed with my legs shaking, but I ignored it.

With my weak legs, I staggered to the mirror, then I puffed out when I got there. I stared at myself in the mirror and my reflection stared back, my eyes were wide with quivering lips. Sweat glistening on my skin.

Oh God! Oh God! Oh, God!!—I touched it! I feel my skin again. I touched my face, with my fingers running over the unlined skin that hadn't yet known death. My breath caught as realization dropped like a storm.

I had gone back in time! A day—One day before Alex killed me.

“Haah!” A painful sob tore from my throat, and before I knew it, I had fallen to the floor. I could feel my body shaking uncontrollably.

What came from me was a deep, raw sound almost like that of a wounded animal gasping for its last breath.

I folded my arms to myself and curled into a ball under its weight, crashing down on top of me.

Why? Why had I been given another chance? Why had I been made to relive it? The betrayal, the pain, the horror?

My face was awash with tears as they streamed and soaked the cotton of my nightgown. I clenched my fists, my fingernails dug deep into the skin of my arms as one wave after another of grief tore through me.

Then slowly it stopped, it was like the pain woke me up, my breathing became steady.

I slowly raised my head, and I turned back to look at my reflection. But this time, it wasn't my red eyes that got me. It was my rage.

My fists clenched in my hands as the ache within my chest condensed into a single feeling—something dark, something angry.

I wasn't going to cry anymore. I wasn't going to let that monster win.

Alex thought he'd broke me. He thought I was weak, helpless, but he was wrong.

I have been given a second chance. And this time, I will make him pay!.

I will back everything that he robbed from me.

As I was deep into my emotions, my phone rang beside me, taking me out of my daze. I calmed my emotions and reached for it, then my fingers tightened at the sight of the name there on the screen.

Alexander!!

My eyes flashed with anger, and I felt hatred burn through my very core, like a fire in my blood.

A raging, vengeful part of me wanted to roar at him, to reveal what I knew, to damn him for the lies, the betrayals, the murders committed.

But I know I can not—not yet.

Knowing that, I took a deep breath and then toned my voice down to something normal before I picked up the call.

I gritted my teeth, but made sure I sounded okay, "Hello?"

I heard him chuckle, "Did I wake you?" His voice was silky, edged with false warmth—the same false warmth that had fooled me before.

I swallowed the gall that had risen in my throat. "No, I was just about to get up." I responded, then closed my eyes tightly.

"I am so looking forward to seeing you tonight," he purred. "It is going to be a night you will be remembering for a long time."

I wanted to laugh so badly. Yes it will! It really will be a night I will remember forever, but not in this life!

A shudder ran down my back, but I forced a laugh. "I know. I'll be there."

He laughed, his voice truly cheerful. "Good girl. I'll pick you up at seven."

My entire body trembled with disgust. I wanted to vomit all over again. I hate him.

My fists were clenched so that my fingernails dug deep into the palms of my hands as the anger filled and bubbled in the pit of my belly.

I smirked softly, Alex thought he had won. He thought I had been beaten. He thought I was nothing more than a silly little girl who had signed over her inheritance to him and died without a peep.

Well, he was wrong.

I have been given a second chance.

And I will burn the world before I let him take anything else from me again! But first I need to get out of here.'

This house … it wasn't safe. Not any longer.

Immediately I made my decision, I didn't waste any time, my movements became frenzied now as I grabbed my bag and packed it with all my valuables, money, ornaments, my passport, every item that was of any importance. Then I ran into the bathroom to shower and pulled on a basic black dress and coat.

Then I turned and left, not looking back.

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*The Hotel*

The cool night air slapped me in the face as I stepped out of the cab and into one of the five-star hotels my family owned.

The moment I entered my suite, I closed the door and leaned against it, letting out a shaky breath with sweat on the back of my clothes.

After resting for some time, I stood in front of the window. Now that I was safe, it

It was time to act.

I know I need power, I want to be able to control my faith.

My eyes grew cold, then. I smirked slightly.

I dug into my pocket, and with my fingers trembling slightly, I dialed the number of the only person who could grant me my rightful inheritance—My grandmother.

The phone rang twice before she answered.

"Isabella?" Her voice was warm, surprised. "What a lovely surprise, dear. Is everything all right?"

I swallowed hard, my throat constricted with emotion. "Granny, I want full control over the company." I said, then I heard the sound of something falling, which made me worried.

I heard her say, "… What?"

I took a deep breath and made my voice strong. "I'm ready. I want the full power of my inheritance in my hands. I do not trust it in anyone else's hands." I felt my heart become calm immediately after I said it.

Not a sound was heard from her.

Then I heard a whisper, "You're certain? That's all so sudden—"

I clenched my fist, "I'm sure," I interrupted her. "I've thought it out. And I have to take that burden off of you, too. You did enough, grandma. Now it's my turn to take the load off of you." I choked as I said that.

The phone chimed again, and then, I heard that muffled, nasty laugh.

"My little girl… I have longed so deeply to hear those words."

My breath came out in a long rush as some of the knots in my chest came undone. I felt excitement fill me, I wanted to jump and dance at this moment, but I restrained myself.

I felt satisfied thinking Alexander didn't know about this yet.

Right. Let him think he has me on a string.

“Come to the company tomorrow, darling. Let's talk more” Granny’s voice sounded, and we exchanged greetings, then ended the call.

I sat down in satisfaction after this was settled. But I knew this was not all! I needed something important, or should I say someone important?

And that person—

My hands were shaking a little as I went down the list of my contacts and stopped at his name. I hadn't deleted it. Maybe a part of me never wanted to.

I took a deep breath and hit the call button.

The phone rang once.

Twice.

Three times. I sighed in disappointment. Yes! Why would he pick my call? He has a fiancé now, and he doesn't want me anymore, but then —

"Hello."