Reborn: His Betrayal, My Fortune

eath the sleeve of my dress. It was a birthright, a curse, a power

hiding her unblemished skin, fooled everyone. She faked prophetic abilities, a cruel mimicry of my own, and our

, estranged brother, Liam Blackwood. I had spent my life sacrificing my prophetic energy to help L

the bracelet I wore to hide my true mark.

e twisted w

of it. Just t

fingers closing

sions are real. They are purer

dark

ame clinking of champagne glasses, the same day my

possessively around Bethany. She looked radiant, basking in th

of my brilliant daughter, Bethany, to the he

husiastic, applau

mphant little smirk on her lips. She was the prophet, the chosen one. I was

also pleased to announce the engagement of my

tood still, my expression a carefully blank mask. I felt the familiar burn of humiliation,

to continue, the grand doors

rcloud of fury. He ignored everyone, his eye

I reject this

ept through the crow

nger. "What is the meaning of this

s gaze fixed on Bethany with a disturbing intensity. It was the same look of obses

clared, his voice ringing with arr

t onto a nearby table. It was a blank equity deed, a powe

ent stake in Blackwood Industries, no questions asked

any looked shocked, then a slow, pleased smile spread across her

to me. His eyes we

ned back to Bethany, his expression softening into that same deluded adoration. "Bet

ger at me, the a

t life, I would have been shattered. I would have

felt was a cold

lm. He watched me approach, a smirk playing on

right in f

d steady. "You think you know wh

eplaced by a flicker

d you say

g down. "You' re throwing away a diamond for a p

embered the last time I had defied him, right before he killed me. The memory was a twisted,

he hissed, his voice a low threat. "Bethany' s a

, cold smile

truth," I

lked away. This time, I wouldn' t beg for his affec

im. And I would take everyth