Reborn From Oblivion by Christia Muray

Chapter 412

Nathalie shot Greta a look that was equal parts smug and scornful. "I really thought you two were rock solid. But look at that, your relationship hit the skids in no time. What a pity. A player and a drama queen can't stick together forever. I wonder who's going to fall victim to your mess next?" Greta's eyes flared with anger. "Are you satisfied, Nathalie? Cameron's finally given up on me. And it's all thanks to you. If you hadn't been so obsessed with revenge, we wouldn't be here."

Nathalie just stared at her, lost for words. "Greta, actions have consequences. Why would I want revenge? You know why. Compared to what you both did to me, your current payback doesn't even scratch the surface." Greta shivered. "What do you really want?"

Nathalie's lovely face twisted into something monstrous. "I want my kidney back from you, then I want you to die slowly from kidney failure. I want you to have Cameron's child while you're wasting away from a terminal illness, and then I want to take that child's life myself so you know what it feels like to lose your own flesh and blood. I want our parents to disown you, for everyone to turn their backs on you, and for you to die alone and forgotten. I want Cameron to deceive you, to make you feel the sting of betrayal..."

Nathalie stepped closer with each word while Greta, ghostly pale, backed away. "You're crazy, Nathalie. Absolutely crazy."

Nathalie's smile grew wild and menacing. "Oh, I've lost it, alright. The second you stuck that poisoned needle into my daughter's vein, I went off the deep end."

Greta crumpled to the ground. "So, those visions from Timeless Cycle were real? How can that be?"

Timeless Cycle visions have messed with your head. They're not real; a lot of it is just make-believe... Nathalie, you

down at Greta, who was a heap on the floor. Her eyes were colder than ever. "I wish it were

stumbled away, her

bumped into Cameron, who had

froze, taking in Nathalie's pain and despair. It was like he had traveled through time and finally

sorry," he said, his

how is it that fate lets you live so

down, sobbing uncontrollably. "It's just not fair. You've done so much wrong, and yet

against the

Nathalie, I've lost