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Reborn From The Lake: My Stoic Savior

Chapter 5 

Word Count: 644    |    Released on: 30/04/2026

idn't knock. He raised his heavy boot an

with a deafening crack. The laughter inside

nvelope slipped from her fingers and

urple with rage. He glared at the makeu

know if they thought taxpayer mone

air. She widened her eyes, putting on a sickeningly sweet, innoc

it. He cut her off, pointing a

letely cleared by sunset, he would revoke every

ned pale. Those credits were their golden

his heel and marched away, his he

three girls breathed heavily,

tall shadow fell across the flo

deep in the pockets of her canvas coat. Her posture was

tched shriek, pointing a trembling fin

y. Her eyes locked onto the p

s smooth and deliberate, and picked up the lett

et merely shifted her gaze and looked at her. The look was so hea

errified by the deadn

ed into an ugly sneer. She spat out that it was

ed the letter neatly, slid it into her pocke

utive dressing down an intern, Bridget stated tha

tears to manipulate middle-aged men, cal

heer condescension in Bridget's voice short-circuit

med to compress. She pointed out that their panic ov

ss. She yelled that Bridget

t her eyes on Julieta and snapped, "Shut u

ike a physical blow. She snapped her mout

her right hand,

a hard command. She ordered Julieta to han

down over her leather purse. A flick

bed against her index finger. She smiled-a cold

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Reborn From The Lake: My Stoic Savior
Reborn From The Lake: My Stoic Savior
“Bridget, a ruthless twenty-first-century Wall Street analyst, woke up violently coughing up murky lake water in a decaying 1978 slum. She quickly realized she was trapped in the body of a naive, marginalized teenager who had just committed suicide over a boy's cruel rejection. The original girl had been mercilessly bullied by a fake rich kid named Kurtis and his cruel followers. They had publicly read her desperate love letters out loud, mocking her as a toad trying to eat swan meat, and simply watched as she threw herself into the freezing water. Now, her impoverished mother was left weeping by the bed, facing catastrophic debt and total social ruin in their small town. Everyone expected the surviving girl to wake up begging and crying for the boy who humiliated her. Instead, a cold, calculating fury took over Bridget's analytical mind. "I already died in that lake. That stupid girl is never coming back." How could anyone throw their life away for a pathetic, vain clown wearing a mass-produced fifty-dollar watch? To Bridget, those uncollected love letters weren't symbols of teenage heartbreak. They were toxic assets. They were reputation landmines left out in the open that threatened her new family's survival. Locking away the dead girl's weak emotions, Bridget forced her freezing, exhausted body out of the clinic bed. She set a hard three-month deadline to drag this family out of tier-one poverty. But first, she was marching straight to the volunteer camp to liquidate those liabilities and completely destroy the people who drove this body to death.”