The Don’s Reborn Lover Chapter 15

The Don’s Reborn Lover Chapter 15

The viewer count in the livestream shot up, and the 

comments flooded the screen. 

[Stop hitting her… Elena’s back is covered in blood. She 

must be in so much pain…] 

[I can’t believe Elena’s dad is a domestic abuser!] 

[He’s lower than an animal. He doesn’t deserve to be 

called a father.] 

[Who is this man? Find out who he is and ruin him.] 

[Found him. Harrison Vance, vice president of Vance 

Group. He’s also a state senator. What a monster in a 

suit.] 

[I called the police. I’m literally crying while watching 

this. This is horrible…] 

I smiled at him fearlessly and said, “I’m going to make everyone see who you really are. Hit me again, and you’ll pay a brutal price.” 

It didn’t take long for the police to show up at the 

house. 

Only then did Harrison notice the phone was 

livestreaming. He collapsed to the floor, trembling like 

a coward. 

I could see my five–year–old self, my eight–year–old self, and my eighteen–year–old self thanking the twenty–eight–year–old me. 

This time, I became my own hero. 

This time, I protected myself. 

Harrison had been investigated before for whipping me 

over my grades, but he had too much power and was quickly released on bail. 

That was why I had started the livestream. 

For a sanctimonious hypocrite like him, destroying his reputation was the best punishment. 

The story spread across the internet at lightning speed and became a trending news story. The whole internet 

was cursing him out. 

From that day on, he was branded a domestic abuser. 

I filed for a protective order, and Harrison was no longer allowed to come near me. 

That was the end of my revenge against Harrison. 

Because I knew that in two years, he would drop dead 

of a sudden heart attack. 

I did not warn him to take precautions early. 

I would let death pass judgment on him. 

I had originally planned to move into the dorms. 

But Nora saw what happened to me online and took me 

home to look after me. 

I lay facedown on the bed with my shirt off while Nora dabbed medicine onto my wounds. 

It made me think of my last life, when Adrian first saw 

the cigarette burns on my body and the scars left by the lashings, and asked furiously, “Who did this to you?” 

Back then, I hated him for imprisoning me, so I baited 

him by saying I was in the BDSM scene and that those 

were play marks left by other men. 

He had gone crazy with rage. 

“I can give you what you want. From now on, you only play with me.” 

Every time we fucked, he bit over my scars until they 

were covered in fresh bite marks, replacing them with 

his own claim. 

I had brought that on myself. I had made him think I 

liked it rough. 

When Nora saw the wounds on my back, her eyes 

turned red from crying. 

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My mother had died giving birth to me, so I had never 

known what maternal love felt like. 

Nora was so gentle that, for the first time, I felt 

something like a mother’s love from her. 

Thinking about what she had been through, I wanted to 

try to help her loosen that knot in her heart. 

“I used to think Harrison Vance was untouchable, 

some unbeatable authority figure.” 

“Because I was so afraid, I hid inside my shell and 

endured his abuse.” 

“But that was wrong. The weaker and more obedient I 

was, the worse he got. Only when I fought back and 

took revenge did I realize he was even more cowardly 

than I was, and far easier to break.” 

I took Nora’s hand and said that name in front of her. 

“Earl Cline…” 

The moment she heard his name, she started 

trembling, her eyes filling with fear. 

“He’s sixty now. What’s so terrifying about him?” 

“You knead dough every day. Your hands are stronger 

than his. We can fight back. We can get even. Don’t be 

afraid. You can beat him too.” 

Crying, Nora wrote on a note: 

[I can beat him. I’m not afraid of him!] 

Her pen pressed so hard it nearly tore through the 

paper. 

Her eyes were steady and brave. 

I threw my arms around her and said excitedly, “That’s 

right. You can.“