Rebirth: This Time I Choose Violence

Synopsis

Henry Lancaster, the undisputed prince of Sterling City's elite, finds me just as I am slamming some sleazy director's face into the bar counter. I snap, "You roofied my friend and still expect me to have a drink with you? Maybe you'd prefer a cocktail of your own brains mixed with that top-shelf gin." Before the city's most powerful heir, I grab a champagne bottle and damn near beat that balding creep into a coma. Henry, who has clearly shown up to play knight in shining armor, is left standing there like a useless mannequin, watching the show. Once the director is twitching on the floor and foaming at the mouth, I wipe my hands in disgust and finally turn my attention to the cool, untouchable figure frozen in the doorway. "Your saintly fiancée shoved me off a cliff. I spent three months in a hospital bed, and you couldn't be bothered to send a single text," I say, my voice dripping with ice. "So, what is it now? Does she need another blood transfusion from me?" Genuine shock crosses his handsome face. A man who has been worshipped his entire life has probably never been called out so brutally. I smirk, "Wait, you did come for me, didn't you? Ready to drag me off so I can take the fall for her again?" That seems to jolt him back to reality. He closes the distance between us in three long strides, his hand locking around my wrist like a steel cuff. "Jade. You're coming with me." I stare into his eyes, the same eyes that watched me die in another life. He has personally ripped the oxygen tube from my throat just so that he can harvest my heart for the woman he truly loves. Hatred blazes through me like wildfire. If being his lovesick puppy gets me nothing but a slab in the morgue, I'll be the goddamn villain this time.