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!"

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 activated

remembered everything Daniel had done to me, slowly breaking me down. Already weak

at me. "How do

pulled over, his gaze filled with disbelief and a ferocious intent to choke the life out of

I was at a

time, yanking me up. "The Hart family sure raised a delicate young lady. Getting my

neck, "I plan to let you go after you satisfy me, but now

Perhaps the full extent of my hatred for him from my past life gave me

in

advantage of his weakness at the moment, I scrambled toward the driver's seat. But just

thud, he pulled me back, and my head slammed against