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Reborn To Reign: Choosing The Monster Over The Prince

Chapter 4 No.4

Word Count: 621    |    Released on: 27/12/2025

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dn't just drop; it plummeted, suck

a room fracturing with noise. He dwarfed Connor, making the "Golden Prince" lo

broken glass on the floor before shifting to Jana, who had stop

e looke

he line of my jaw, his touch a shocking, paradoxical gentleness against my stinging skin. His

did t

rough the floorboards. It was a demand fo

fing out his chest in a vain a

its usual confidence, cracking slightly at the edges. "Thi

dn't deign to look at his brothe

rannon sa

n. He knew that Brannon lived by a code that the rest of them had

the words tumbling out too fast.

a silent threat digging

hand on my wrist. The

I never realized the blood wasn't his-it was the blood of the men who threat

hand away

t me,"

n the air, sharp

e went red.

non

onnor to scramble back as if burned. Brannon placed himself

nced from the stage, his voice trembli

ke the tension

ly. He looked down at me. Up close, he smelled of rain and

e?" Brannon

f I was sure about what I was about to do. He knew. Somehow, he knew

e," I wh

said. "I'm rig

by two of his own soldiers who sensed the vola

the designated mark

the crowd. Then, I shifted my gaze past them, locking eyes with the monst

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Reborn To Reign: Choosing The Monster Over The Prince
Reborn To Reign: Choosing The Monster Over The Prince
“The bullet tore through my chest, ending my life as the perfect mafia princess. My fiancé, Connor Walls, watched me bleed out on the cold tile floor while he calmly cleaned his gun. Standing beside him was my cousin Jana, the girl I trusted with my life, looking at him with adoration as I took my last breath. I died realizing that the "Golden Prince" of the Chicago Outfit was actually a monster who had beaten me behind closed doors for years. And the man I had been terrified of-his brother Brannon, the "Butcher"-was the only one who had ever truly protected me. I died full of regret, hatred, and the metallic taste of blood. But then, I gasped, my body jolting upright on a blue gym mat. My skin was smooth. My heart was beating. Connor stood above me, young and arrogant, offering me a hand. I was twenty-one again. The beatings, the betrayal, the murder-none of it had happened yet. Connor smiled, thinking I was still the naive girl he planned to break and discard. He thought I would walk into the Rite of Choice tonight and obediently become his property. He was wrong. That night, under the crystal chandeliers, the Don asked me to pledge myself to the heir. The entire room held its breath, waiting for the rehearsed "I do." I looked at Connor, then turned my gaze to the terrifying shadow in the corner. "The debt requires a union with the Walls bloodline," I said, my voice steel. "It does not specify the heir." I pointed at the monster everyone feared. "I choose Brannon Walls."”
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