I Was Reborn and Married the Billionaire — Novel

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In a world where family ties are as fragile as the flames that once consumed her, Talia finds herself thrust back into the chaos of her youth, armed with a second chance and a burning desire to escape. After a tragic betrayal leaves her scarred and reborn, she’s determined to sever the toxic bonds that bind her to a family that sees her as little more than a scapegoat. But when her sister, Maris, hatches a plan to marry a wealthy stranger, Talia realizes the stakes have never been higher.

As Maris pursues a life of luxury at any cost, Talia must navigate a treacherous web of deceit and ambition. Will she manage to disentangle herself from her sister’s schemes, or will history repeat itself, dragging her into the flames once again? Each decision carries weight, and the line between love and betrayal blurs as Talia confronts the truth of her past.

Caught between survival and the allure of a new beginning, Talia must confront her family's dark legacy. Can she forge a path filled with hope, or will the ghosts of her past consume her once more? In a battle for freedom, who will rise, and who will fall?

I Was Reborn and Married the BillionaireChapter 1

My nephew used to get a thrill out of blowing up cats and dogs with firecrackers. When that stopped satisfying him, he decided he wanted to throw live animals straight into manholes.

Fortunately, I stopped him in time.

But fate played a cruel joke—because it was a neighbor’s kid who eventually tossed a lit firecracker into the manhole, blowing up a luxury car parked nearby.

And instead of demanding compensation, the furious car owner fell in love with that child’s mother at first sight. They got married soon after.

When my sister heard about it, she went insane with jealousy. She tied me to a tree, stuffed lit firecrackers around me, and set them off.

“This is all your fault!” she shrieked. “If you hadn’t stopped my son, we’d be the ones living in luxury right now!”

The sparks caught on my clothes. My own family just stood there and watched as I burned alive.

When I opened my eyes again, I was back—right before my nephew threw the firecracker into the manhole.

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“Caleb,” my mother said sweetly, handing my nephew a match, “go toss this into the first manhole you see. Then run home quickly. Mom will fry crispy pork for you tonight!”