The Don’s Reborn Lover Chapter 05

The Don’s Reborn Lover Chapter 05

My forehead rested against his shoulder, and for some reason, an unbearable sadness washed over me.

In this life, his mother’s death stood between us.

We could never love each other.

“What I said back then was…”

“I hate you. Out of everyone in the world, you’re the one I hate the most.”

Adrian pulled me into his arms so hard it hurt.

“I hate you the most too, Elena Vance.”

He buried his face in the hollow of my neck.

“You’re either going to die beside me, or let me die beside you.”

“Then I’d rather be the one who dies beside you. You can grind my bones to dust.”

I did die soon enough.

I just didn’t die by his side.

Back then, Sebastian came to save me and took me south with him.

I thought I was finally free.

But he locked me up, abused me, and starved me.

The look on Sebastian’s face when he hit me was terrifying, even crazier than our abusive father.

He grabbed my hair and smashed my head into a fish tank.

The glass shattered. Blood poured down my face and hair as I collapsed onto the broken shards.

I watched the little fish beside me twitch in their last moments, and I was just as helpless as they were.

“I finally found a way to get back at Adrian Cross!”

He was so obsessed with beating Adrian that he had gone completely mad.

“It’s you, my sweet sister.”

“He’s been crazy about you since high school.”

“If I torture you, he’ll feel it. He’ll hurt. Hahahaha!”

Sebastian filmed himself abusing me and sent the videos to Adrian, demanding three billion dollars.

Adrian scraped the money together no matter the cost. He nearly wrecked his entire operation and gave up all his territory to do it.

And the second Sebastian got the money, he turned around and handed me over to a group of street vagrants to use.

I was brutalized to death.

The man I had avoided like the plague crossed an ocean to kill every single person who had hurt me, and he cut off Sebastian’s head.

Covered in blood, Adrian gathered my corpse into his arms and covered my eyes with his hand.

He cried.

The man who hadn’t cried even after Sebastian beat him deaf was crying that hard now.

“Ahhh!”

“Ahhh!”

Adrian let out a roar that barely sounded human.

At the very end, he said, “Elena, don’t be scared. I’m here to take you home.”

The memory ended there.

After I was reborn, I successfully changed the part where Sebastian beat Adrian deaf.

The second thing I had to do was stop his mother from dying.

I went back to Adrian’s place. To get to the diner in the projects, I had to pass through a narrow alley.

Three sleazy little street punks blocked my way there.

“Damn, look at her. That body is insane. Tiny waist, pale skin…”

Their eyes crawled over me while they whistled, and all at once I was dragged back to the homeless men who had raped me in my last life.

The stench of body fluids. The savage beatings. The tearing pain…

“Hey, gorgeous. Give us your Instagram.”

As they came closer, my body slipped into a trauma response, but I forced myself to sound tough.

“No.”

A hand landed on my shoulder, fingers sliding down my back.

“Don’t be so cold, sweetheart. We just wanna be friends.”

I caught his wrist, twisted it hard, and drove my knee up into his crotch. As a politician’s daughter, I’d been taught all kinds of things, including how to protect myself.

He screamed and dropped to his knees.

A gun barrel pressed against the back of my head the very next second.

I froze and threw out my father’s name.

“I’m Mr. Vance’s daughter. My father’s a senator.”

A disgusting man grabbed me from behind, his hand greedily sliding up from my waist.

“You’re a senator’s daughter? Yeah? And I’m the president’s son.”

Before I could react, something sprayed across my face.

My body instantly went weak, like I was falling into a bottomless pit.

“In a minute, little bitch, you’ll be begging us to fuck you like a dog.”

Shit.

It was an aphrodisiac.

Before my vision went blurry, I heard screams.

And the sound of bones breaking.

I tipped backward and fell into a familiar set of arms.

The punks who had just been threatening me took one look at who it was and went sheet-white.

“M-Mr. Cross…”

Adrian stepped on one man’s hand.

“Who said you could touch her?”

His voice wasn’t loud. It was calm in a way that felt almost cruel, and it made the man shake all over.

“I-I didn’t know she was yours… sir, please…”

“I said cut the east-side shipment by twenty percent, stay away from the west docks, and keep out of the projects. Who said that?”

“Y-you did…”

“Then how dare you lay a hand on one of mine on my turf?”

Adrian pressed down harder.

The bones in the man’s hand crushed under his shoe.

The look in Adrian’s eyes was cold in a way I had never seen in the poor boy from school.

He looked like the same madman from my last life, the one who had locked me away on his estate.

Had he entered the underworld this early?

I had always known he was the youngest capo in the family, and later the youngest Don.

Adrian tossed a knife to the ground.

“You know the rules.”

Their legs gave out beneath them. Trembling, they crawled toward the knife.

Adrian carried me away, and behind us, I heard shrieks of agony.

I bit my lip.

The drug was kicking in.

My body grew hotter and hotter. Without meaning to, I pressed myself against him, my cheek rubbing against his chest.

“Adrian…”

My mind filled with the brutal, endless sex from my last life, those nights when it felt like I might actually die under him.

A door slammed open.

I didn’t even know which door Adrian had opened.

All I knew was that he had me pinned hard against the wall.

“Elena Vance, why did you come here?”

His voice was raw and hoarse.

His breath felt hot enough to melt me, and suddenly I couldn’t even tell whether I was the only one drugged.