The Reborn Duchess's Ruthless Revenge

Chapter 6 No.6

Word Count: 622 | Released on: 13/03/2026

the library of Powers Manor. The room was silen

in her hands. The Cap

lack ink: VANCE SHIPPING EMPIRE

manicured fingernail. A cold, sa

the southern coast, killing the wildlife and ruining the local economy. They had covered it up, paid off the

this

reports three months early. She had shor

lked in, carrying two cups of c

ate the canary," he said, leani

aid, folding the paper. "I just made

m. "The Vance heir had a hunting accident this morning. S

blink. "Karma

calling it now?" E

. She stood up, smoothing her skirt. "Is the car

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in childbirth. Stone hadn't been there. He had been delayed at th

e lied. "Just exc

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ll him. She couldn't say, My s

e to the airfield was tense. Isolde kept chec

A phantom pain. Her intuition-the strange, soma

und," Iso

the rearview mirror

ed. Her voice cracked. "Go

plane..." E

ching her chest. "She's early. S

e intercom button. "Change of plan

s screeching as it pulled a

her phone and dial

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led aga

hissed. "Pick

wide with panic. "If we're la

y on his own phone. "I'm sending a helicopter to

ty blurred past. She prayed to a God s

begged. I gave you Va

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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.”