Rebirth Into My Second Chance

I leaned back in the seat, clenching my teeth so hard to keep the cab driver from noticing anything off about me. My nails dug into the wound on the back of my hand, using the sheer pain to keep myself somewhat alert.

"You okay, miss? You look a bit off. Need me to swing by the hospital?" The driver glanced at me through the rearview mirror, noting my silence.

"No, just a bad breakup. I told my folks I'd be heading home, and they're expecting me." I knew my expression was one of agony, fueled by the pain in my hand that sent shocks through my nerves, leaving my body feeling numb and feverish, sweat occasionally breaking out on my forehead. So, I lied about a breakup.

The driver sighed. "Young people these days drown their sorrows in booze after a breakup, but you? Heading home? You sure you got someone waiting for you?"

I frowned, slightly annoyed. "That's none of your business."

I looked around, realizing we were only half a mile from my apartment. Did the driver sense something was off?

"Isn't a breakup supposed to be followed by a good cry with someone?" As he spoke, he clicked the locks shut with a snap and glanced back at me, making me gasp in shock. "Daniel!"

outside Claude's villa, waiting to know when I'd call a cab? Luckily, I had my hand on the door handle when I felt something was wrong, so his attempt to lock me in failed. I tried to open the door, but he had already

me, slowly breaking me down. Already weak from being drugged, I felt like history

glared at me. "How do

and a ferocious

at a

in no time, yanking me up. "The Hart family sure raised a delicate young lady. Getting my hands on such tender flesh

tightened around my neck, "I plan to let you go after

of my hatred for him from my past life gave me strength. In desperation, I kneed him squarely in the

yelled in

driver's seat. But just as I was halfway there,

he pulled me back, and my head slammed against the door, dazing