The Reborn Duchess's Ruthless Revenge

Chapter 4 No.4

Word Count: 664 | Released on: 13/03/2026

e gaps in the canvas tent, sharp and bright, i

opened

obbing ache in his side that radiated down to

elt heavy, like it was made of l

n the mattress, her hand clutching his. She looked wrecked. Her face was str

nd. His fingers were w

t up so fast the chair scra

. Her eyes widened, scanning hi

asped. It h

cefully. She buried her face in her hands a

y. It's my fault. You almost died because

cry. He tried to sit up, but the pai

ng over him but afraid to touch him.

ulian whisp

r eyes frantically. "When we get back, I'll break the eng

nce of strength he had. He grabbed t

but it was enough to brin

gritty, "I will rip this IV out of my arm and chase y

ence. Julian Harris was a gentleman. H

" she s

yes. "I mean, I did. But when I ran out there... I wasn't think

to catch h

issed Stone, he was heading for the

breath

on't you dare tell me you're not worth it. You are the

d. She leaned down and kissed his

," she whispered

t smile touching his lips. "I know a

admitted. "Can I

She grabbed a cup with a straw and h

austed but content. He watched her. She was fussing with his

oge

mentioned before

ooked at him, her e

said. "When we're no

his eyes. "But the a

an," she whispered

her hand on his head anchoring

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REGINA SIMONDS Fantasy

“I stood in the Royal Hall, clutching a glass of warm champagne while watching Senator Levine laugh. To the crowd, he was a pillar of the community; to me, he was the parasite who had already destroyed my life once. In my past life, this gala was the night the monarchy began to bleed. Levine successfully planted his cameras, the Vance empire funded a coup, and the kingdom I loved was sold off to the highest bidder. I lived through the consequences of my silence. I watched my sister, Seraphina, die in childbirth because the medical supplies were intercepted by traitors. I watched the man I loved, Duke Elliot, stripped of his titles and branded a criminal. I spent my final days in a damp, freezing cell, listening to the executioner sharpen his blade while the people cheered for our demise. The injustice burned in my throat like lye. I died wondering how I could have been so naive, how I could have let these monsters walk among us while I played the part of a perfect, quiet wife. Why did the gods let the wicked prosper while my family's blood watered the palace gardens? What would I have given for just one chance to strike first? Then, the world shifted. I opened my eyes to find myself back at the gala, the scent of sandalwood and rain surrounding me as Elliot rested a possessive hand on my back. I wasn't just a Duchess anymore; I was a ghost from a future that would never happen, and I was ready to erase every name on my list.”