Reborn to Protect My Twins

Reborn to Protect My Twins

Gavin

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The first cries of my son, then my daughter, filled the delivery room. Twins. Mark would have been so proud. A nurse laid them on my chest, tiny and perfect. Then the world tilted. A memory, sharp and brutal, slammed into me. Another life. This exact moment. Giving birth. Aethel Corp. The Thorne family. Damian Thorne. His cold eyes. Cassandra Vance, his mistress, her fake tears. My baby chosen. Then fire, screaming. My child, gone. And Damian' s hands on me, ending it all. "No," I whispered, clutching my newborns. It wasn't a dream. It was real. It happened. And it was happening again. My heart hammered as Damian Thorne walked in, Cassandra Vance on his arm. They were here. Just like before. I fell to my knees, renouncing any claim, begging him to let us leave, to sever all ties to the Thorne family. He forced me to the Serenity Pines retreat, a gilded cage. Cassandra' s 'therapy dog' lunged straight for my twins, its teeth snapping, and Damian blamed me. Later, Cassandra framed me, claiming I cursed her child, convincing Damian I was a source of dark energy. "Take her children!" he ordered, intent on a "cleansing ritual" for my newborns. I fought and clawed, begging him to take me instead, to leave my babies alone. He wouldn't listen. They dragged me out, tying me to a lone tree in a brewing storm. He left me exposed, alone, to die, just like before. I stared at the hidden burner phone, a fragile lifeline. Genevieve Thorne. The Empress Dowager. My only hope. Could she act fast enough?

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The first cries of my son, then my daughter, filled the delivery room.

Twins. Mark would have been so proud.

A nurse laid them on my chest, tiny and perfect.

Then the world tilted.

A memory, sharp and brutal, slammed into me.

Another life. This exact moment. Giving birth.

Aethel Corp. The Thorne family. Damian Thorne. His cold eyes. Cassandra Vance, his mistress, her fake tears.

My baby chosen. Then fire, screaming. My child, gone. And Damian' s hands on me, ending it all.

"No," I whispered, clutching my newborns.

It wasn't a dream. It was real. It happened.

And it was happening again.

My heart hammered as Damian Thorne walked in, Cassandra Vance on his arm.

They were here. Just like before.

I fell to my knees, renouncing any claim, begging him to let us leave, to sever all ties to the Thorne family.

He forced me to the Serenity Pines retreat, a gilded cage.

Cassandra' s 'therapy dog' lunged straight for my twins, its teeth snapping, and Damian blamed me.

Later, Cassandra framed me, claiming I cursed her child, convincing Damian I was a source of dark energy.

"Take her children!" he ordered, intent on a "cleansing ritual" for my newborns.

I fought and clawed, begging him to take me instead, to leave my babies alone.

He wouldn't listen.

They dragged me out, tying me to a lone tree in a brewing storm.

He left me exposed, alone, to die, just like before.

I stared at the hidden burner phone, a fragile lifeline.

Genevieve Thorne. The Empress Dowager. My only hope.

Could she act fast enough?

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