Reborn From The Lake: My Stoic Savior

Chapter 7

Word Count: 617 | Released on: 30/04/2026

oards. Her perfectly styled hair was a tangl

. Her tone was a vicious screech as

r at Bridget, threatening to tell everyone in town tha

s mother at the factory and make sure the

. She just stood there, letting the ven

ng, Bridget lowered her head. A low,

r, that it made the hair on Julieta's arms s

er head. Her eyes were dead, looking a

en them, using her height to

ous whisper. She dropped a single, he

If Julieta spoke one more word about her, Br

, directly to the volunteer dispatch agency and the principal of Julieta's high school. She asked Julieta

e didn't understand the legal mechanics, bu

for being a parasite who hid behind boys, ent

rough the last shre

her fists so hard her manicured nails dug in

ted scream. She shoved Tanya ou

he chair and bolted out the door,

d look. They hugged the walls and scur

lence. Bridget was alone with t

The adrenaline crashed. A violen

eezed her eyes shut, waiting for the spinning roo

ed. She reached into her pocket and to

e letters, the hypocrite Ku

s vanished, replaced by cold determi

e. She squinted, scanning the

ribution tents. It was the highes

Her pace was slow, conserving energy, b

ed metal storage shed, she heard it. A

metal siding. She stared at the back of the boy who w

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Reborn From The Lake: My Stoic Savior

Janna Lemay Romance

“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.”