Reborn to Revenge Everyone Who Boarded That Flight Died — Novel

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Savannah Pruitt never expected that a tantrum at the airport would lead to such catastrophic consequences. Left behind as the plane she delayed plummets from the sky, she finds herself at the center of a storm, accused of being the catalyst for a tragedy that claimed over two hundred lives. As she faces the relentless interrogation from Detective Joel Lambert, it becomes clear that nothing is as it seems. With a past filled with secrets and a future hanging in the balance, Savannah must navigate the treacherous waters of blame, revenge, and a twisted love story.

Caught in a web of deceit, her fiancé Sebastian Finch appears to be more than just a concerned partner. With the shadow of suspicion looming over him, Savannah grapples with the shattering realization that the man she thought she knew might be hiding dark secrets of his own. Can she untangle the truth before it’s too late? Or will her quest for justice lead her down a path of no return?

As the investigation deepens and the stakes rise, Savannah finds herself forced to confront her own demons. In a world where alliances shift and trust is a luxury, will she seek vengeance against those who wronged her, or will she find a way to redeem herself? The clock is ticking, and the truth is waiting to be unearthed.

Reborn to Revenge Everyone Who Boarded That Flight DiedChapter 1

On the first day of the Spring Festival travel rush, the airport gate was packed with men and women, young and old, all heading home for the New Year.

But I was throwing a tantrum at the gate, rolling around on the ground, and I'd even tossed my luggage all over the floor, refusing to make way no matter what.

The passengers behind me pointed at my nose and cursed me out as a lunatic, saying I was delaying them from getting home for the New Year.

I smiled, sat down cross-legged on the floor, and unhurriedly started scrolling short videos.

Only when security forcibly hauled me away did the crowd swarm onto the plane.

An hour later, the plane broke apart midair and burst into flames.

More than two hundred passengers—none survived.

As the "troublemaker" who'd been left behind, the cops took me in for questioning.

Facing their interrogation, I kept repeating two sentences.

"This accident has nothing to do with me."

"But everyone who boarded over me has to die."

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"SAVANNAH PRUITT! Are you going to admit you were wrong or not?"

In the interrogation room, the fluorescent light stabbed at people's eyes until they hurt.