REBORN TO RUIN THEM ALL

Chapter One — The Night I Died

The rain wouldn't stop.

It hammered against the windows of the mansion while I stood in the middle of the ballroom, staring at the people I had once called family.

My hands were trembling.

Not because I was afraid.

Because I finally understood.

They had planned everything.

My fiancé, Adrian, stood beside my stepsister, Elena. His arm was wrapped around her waist, and neither of them looked ashamed.

My father sat calmly in the first row.

My stepmother was smiling.

And on the large screen behind them was a video that was supposed to destroy me.

My name was written across it in bold letters.

THIEF.

LIAR.

MURDERER.

The room erupted in whispers.

"How could she do something like that?"

"I always knew she was pretending to be innocent."

"Her own sister exposed her."

I looked at Elena.

She lowered her head, pretending to cry.

Then she looked at me.

For just one second, the tears disappeared.

A smile replaced them.

A victorious smile.

My heart sank.

"Why?" I whispered.

Adrian stepped forward.

"Don't pretend you don't know."

"I don't."

"You stole money from the company."

"No, I didn't."

"You forged documents."

"I didn't."

"And you tried to hurt Elena."

My eyes widened.

"What?"

Elena immediately covered her face.

"I never wanted to tell everyone," she sobbed. "She's my sister. I still love her."

I almost laughed.

Love?

After everything she had done?

I turned toward my father.

"Dad."

He didn't look at me.

"Say something."

His jaw tightened.

"You've embarrassed this family enough."

Those words hurt more than anything else.

I had spent years trying to make him proud.

Years studying, working, and protecting the family business while Elena enjoyed everything without lifting a finger.

And this was what I received.

I looked around the room.

Every person I had trusted was there.

My father.

My stepmother.

My fiancé.

My sister.

My friends.

They were all watching me fall.

Then Adrian walked toward me.

He stopped inches away.

"I gave you a chance to confess."

"I have nothing to confess."

His expression hardened.

"Then you're making this difficult."

Before I could respond, two security guards grabbed my arms.

"Let me go!"

Nobody moved.

I struggled desperately.

"Dad!"

He turned away.

"Please!"

Still nothing.

They dragged me through the ballroom.

As I passed Elena, she leaned close enough for only me to hear.

"You should have died years ago."

I froze.

She smiled.

"Now nobody can stop me from taking everything."

My blood ran cold.

So that was it.

She hadn't wanted my apology.

She hadn't wanted my forgiveness.

She wanted my life.

And my entire family had helped her.

Hours later, I found myself standing on the rooftop of the abandoned building where they had taken me.

Rain soaked through my clothes.

My phone was gone.

My money was gone.

My reputation was destroyed.

And there was nowhere to run.

The rooftop door opened.

Adrian stepped outside.

I stared at him.

"You?"

He slowly approached.

"I didn't want it to end this way."

I laughed bitterly.

"You chose them."

"I chose the winning side."

Those words silenced me.

He looked almost uncomfortable.

Then he handed me a document.

"Sign this."

I stared at it.

It was a transfer agreement.

My remaining shares.

My house.

Everything I still owned.

They wanted it all.

"You planned this from the beginning."

He didn't answer.

I looked at him one last time.

"Was any of it real?"

His eyes shifted away.

That was my answer.

A bitter smile appeared on my lips.

"Then I hope you enjoy what you stole."

He frowned.

"What does that mean?"

I stepped backward.

"You'll understand eventually."

Thunder cracked across the sky.

Then—

A hand shoved me from behind.

My eyes widened.

I turned.

Elena stood there.

She was smiling.

"Goodbye, sister."

The world disappeared beneath my feet.

Darkness.

Silence.

Then pain.

But strangely, the pain didn't last.

Instead, I heard a voice.

A woman's voice.

Soft.

Distant.

"Do you want another chance?"

I opened my eyes.

"What?"

"You were betrayed."

Images flashed before me.

My father turning away.

Adrian's cold expression.

Elena's smile.

The rooftop.

My death.

My hands clenched.

"Give me another chance."

"And what will you do differently?"

I didn't hesitate.

"I won't trust them."

The voice went silent.

I swallowed.

"I won't forgive them."

The darkness around me began to c***k like glass.

"And I won't let them survive the consequences of what they did to me."

A strange warmth spread through my body.

The voice whispered one final sentence.

"Then wake up."

I gasped.

My eyes flew open.

Sunlight poured through white curtains.

I sat upright.

My breathing was frantic.

I touched my chest.

Alive.

I looked around the room.

The pink curtains.

The old wooden desk.

The photograph beside my bed.

My childhood room.

My hands began to shake.

"No..."

I jumped out of bed and ran toward the mirror.

A young woman stared back at me.

Younger.

Healthier.

Alive.

I grabbed the edge of the mirror.

This was impossible.

Then I saw the date on the calendar.

June 12, 2021.

Five years before my death.

My heart stopped.

I remembered everything.

Every betrayal.

Every lie.

Every person who had destroyed me.

And now...

I had five years to prepare.

A knock came from the door.

I froze.

"Sweetheart?" my stepmother called.

My blood ran cold.

That voice.

I knew it.

She was one of them.

I slowly turned toward the door.

"Come in."

The door opened.

My stepmother walked inside with a warm smile.

"Good morning, darling."

I stared at her.

She hadn't changed.

But I had.

She walked toward me.

"Your father wants you downstairs. Elena is waiting for you."

Elena.

My fingers curled into fists.

Five years ago, I would have smiled.

I would have followed her downstairs.

I would have trusted them.

But today?

I smiled back.

"Of course."

My stepmother left.

The moment the door closed, my smile vanished.

I walked toward the mirror again.

"Five years."

I whispered.

"That's all I need."

I picked up my phone.

There were dozens of messages.

One name immediately caught my attention.

Adrian.

My former fiancé.

The man who had betrayed me.

A message appeared on the screen.

Adrian: Good morning. I need to talk to you about something important.

I stared at it.

Then I smiled.

This time, there was no innocence in my eyes.

"Don't worry, Adrian."

I typed my reply.

I'll see you tonight.

But before I could send it, another message appeared.

From an unknown number.

Unknown: You remember how you died, don't you?

My smile disappeared.

Another message arrived.

Unknown: Because I was there.

I stared at the screen.

My heart began pounding.

A third message appeared.

Unknown: And if you want to know who really killed you, don't trust the person standing beside you.

I slowly looked toward my bedroom door.

Someone was standing outside.

The door handle began to turn.

And I realized—

My second life had already begun.