Reborn And Remade: The Exiled Matriarch

Chapter 2

Word Count: 633 | Released on: 13/05/2026

, his fingers gripping a sharp, jagged stone. The rough edge cut into his

his forearms. She saw t

l back against the cold stone wall and closed her eyes

ootsteps crunched o

e rotting wooden door of the stone room

usty wind from the Wilderlan

he harsh light, lifting

hair stood framed in the

is eyes. He glared at Kiana as if he wante

room. The heat of the wa

n front of Kiana,

a rough animal-skin parchment o

gan snarled, his voice vi

stone loosened. The rock slipped from his f

he sound. His eyes landed on A

flared with a searing, angry crimson light, mirroring his explosive fury. His

ooked down at the dusty anim

didn't reach for the wh

d forward and picke

r movements were so steady, so unbothered, that Broga

up and met Brogan's

na said, her voice dropping

o the open door. "I am severely injured. There are mu

t right now, without the protection of a fa

king laugh. "You're just af

She didn't have the ener

said flatly. "A pr

laughing. He

oice unwavering. "In exchange, when the three months are up, I wil

And for these three months, I swear I will not

of a modern, conditional contract

sted game she was playing, her offer of a three-month probation was their only viable path to survival in this wasteland. His

" Alfred mutt

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Reborn And Remade: The Exiled Matriarch

Amelia Rivers Fantasy

“A jagged spike of agony woke Kiana up in a filthy stone room. She had transmigrated into the body of a notorious, exiled matriarch in a brutal wasteland. Before she could even process her new reality, she saw a massive, bloodied man huddled in the corner, trembling in absolute terror. Foreign memories detonated in her brain: the original Kiana swinging a spiked whip, laughing as she tore his flesh open. He was her husband, and she was a monster who tortured her own consorts. The situation was a complete death trap. Another husband stormed in, throwing down a marriage contract and demanding to sever their ties, which would leave her to be eaten by mutated beasts. Outside, her third husband lay dying from a toxic wound while the rest of the tribe mocked her, eagerly waiting for her downfall. Scanning her own body, Kiana discovered her face was covered in ugly purple bruises. The original host hadn't just been naturally insane; she had been secretly fed a chronic poison by political enemies, destroying her beauty and driving her mad until she was exiled. As a survivor from a modern apocalypse, the sight of broken, enslaved men made her skin crawl. She refused to die in this savage wasteland as a pawn in someone else's twisted game. Kiana tossed the contract back to the furious man. "Give me three months. I will save him, and I swear I won't touch you." With her apocalyptic healing powers and a newly awakened Spatial System, she was going to rewrite the rules of this primitive world.”