Alexa witnessed her parents being brutally killed right beside her, their necks torn open and blood surrounding them. It was a devastating sight that shattered her world.
David, filled with contempt, sneered at her, remarking, "You've always been naive, Alexa. Believing that love alone could protect you. You should have known better."
Lucy's voice cut through the air like a sharp blade, while she chuckled, saying, "You thought you were so generous, so righteous, always striving to do what's right. But you were simply a fool, Alexa, and now you're facing the consequences."
Overwhelmed by the pain of betrayal and loss, Alexa felt tears welling up in her eyes. She looked up at the two individuals she had trusted the most in the world—her lover and her best friend—who had betrayed her and murdered her father.
"You both will face the consequences for this, and you will regret crossing me," Alexa declared, her voice filled with anger. She vowed to be reborn and to destroy them this time.
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Ryan observed Alexa carefully and remarked, "It's evident that you're lying, my alluring mate," leaving Alexa feeling her throat go dry.
"Why do you want to marry me and bear my child?" Ryan asked, gazing into her eyes.
"I want to seek vengeance against my... lover. He betrayed me!" Alexa responded, shocking Ryan.
"How dare you? Do you think I would marry a woman like you who already has a lover in her life? Leave this place!" Ryan shouted.
"I need your help... please!" Alexa pleaded.
"No. I will never accept you as my mate! I reject you as my mate!" Ryan declared.
Her only hope had been her mate, but even he rejected her. Now, she felt powerless to destroy her lover and best friend. Little did she know, her life was about to take unexpected twists and turns, leading her on a new journey she had never dreamed of before.

Rebirth：The Betrayed Luna's Revenge

Alexa’s arm stretched slightly, her sleepy mind slowly coming in terms with the new day that they are going to have ahead.


She snapped out of her daze, her eyes shining with something she herself couldn't put her hands on.


It took her another moment to realise she was feeling a different kind of feeling. Another deep breath and she felt it.


Her body was hurting, but she felt well rested. Like she was at peace at that moment even though red sirens were blaring in her mind, warning her of something she didn't seem to understand.


Sore. That's what she felt. Frowning, she tried to get up to check why she was feeling pain and content, only to get a hold on her tightening. That stopped her heart all at once.


A hand on her bare waist. A muscular hand if she feels correctly. The duvet slightly slipped off her body and the cold A.C., hit her on her bare cleavage and her mind still seemed fuzzy.


Chapter 82 Artwork on your body.