The Reborn Duchess's Ruthless Revenge

Chapter 5 No.5

Word Count: 615 | Released on: 13/03/2026

on the tarmac like a dormant dragon, its

oling up, a high-pitched whi

air, his face pale, his side heavily bandaged, bu

f hydraulic fluid, sweat, and aviation fuel. Rows of seats

t them as they passed. He looked older today. The weight of the c

ing mechanism on the floor. She sat in the jump

she shouted o

of the plane was sending spikes of pain t

he blinding desert sun. The ho

it fought for altitude. Imogen reached out a

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The Reborn Duchess's Ruthless Revenge

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.”