REBIRTH OF THE PATHETIC HUSBAND
I was a disgrace to the Prestwick family—a poor, unwanted son-in-law they wished their daughter had never married. She had chosen me for my looks, but now, even that wasn’t enough. She wanted out. A divorce. To erase me from her life and marry into wealth like her family had always intended.
But I loved her. Despite the insults, the humiliation, the way they treated me like dirt beneath their feet—I refused to let go. That was my biggest mistake.
Frustrated by my defiance, my brother-in-law took matters into his own hands. He killed me, tossing my body into a cold, dark river, leaving me to sink into oblivion. I should have died. I did die.
But before I took my final breath, a man appeared before me, cloaked in shadow, his voice like a whisper from the abyss.
"What is your last wish?"
I should have begged for revenge. I should have cursed their names. But all I wanted was one more chance. One more chance to live.
And so, I was granted life again. But I was no longer the same. My soul was no longer my own. My body was no longer mine to control.
Because I had been reborn as something far more powerful.
I was no longer John Prestwick.
I was the Devil himself.
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Chapter: BLOOD AND DEAD BODIES Before Mr. White could utter another word, I moved.One moment, I was standing—the next, I was a blur, a crimson streak hurtling toward him with raw, monstrous force. My entire being was consumed with power and fury. My fists clenched with purpose, with vengeance. I leapt, my eyes locked on his—his widening in sudden realization of the death that was about to descend upon him.But just before I could strike, Doctor Trevor flashed into view, reappearing in a snap of distorted air, like reality itself had glitched. He intercepted me, grabbing my arm mid-punch.The reaction was catastrophic.A deafening shockwave burst out from the point of contact, shattering the lab’s walls and sending him skidding backward, his boots screeching across the floor as his body smashed into a pile of overturned metal cabinets and glass. Sparks burst in the air as severed wires lit up and snapped.I landed with a hard thud, fists crackling with energy
Last Updated: 2025-05-24
Chapter: Alien Fusion: A BIG MISTAKEMr. White exhaled, brushing off the shattered glass that littered the front of the car’s bonnet with a sweep of his gloved hand. Tiny shards scattered across the hood and dropped to the pavement with soft, tinkling clinks. He glanced at his palm to ensure none remained, then casually reached into his coat pocket and retrieved a silver flask. He unscrewed the cap and took a brief sip, clearing his throat with a satisfied sigh before speaking again."SCID has been spending—no—funneling billions," he said, “not millions, billions of dollars into a classified project."He began to pace slowly, his voice calm and precise."We handed our top scientists a challenge—to create a serum. But not just any serum. This one would be derived from the DNA of an alien lifeform… something discovered by one of our astronauts during a deep exploration mission to Planet Xerion-9.”He paused mid-stride and turned his head to look at me—no, study me."
Last Updated: 2025-05-23
Chapter: SCID’s Most Expensive Mutant The agents began closing in, boots crunching gravel, rifles raised, moving in formation like a pack of wolves circling their prey. Their red tactical lasers danced across the windshield, across our faces, across every inch of the vehicle. There was no space left. No gap to slip through. No hope for escape."Do something!" Cynthia barked, her voice cracking with desperation. "Anything! Or we’re cooked!"I clenched my fists, heart pounding against my ribs like a war drum. I didn’t know what to do—but I shut my eyes, trying to will something… anything… to happen. I tried to feel the same energy I felt in the lab, tried to summon that rage, that surge of power that had once taken over and destroyed everything in my path.I begged for the beast inside me to come alive.But…Nothing.Just silence. Darkness. Weakness.My shoulders slumped. My chest tightened. The beast was gone.Cynthia let out a long, trembling exhale beside me."We have no choice," she muttered. "We surrender."As soon as
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Chapter: The Beast WithinThe tires screeched violently as Cynthia floored the gas, and the car bolted forward like a bullet down the pitch-black road. Streetlights blurred past in streaks of yellow and white, the night sky above us clouded and heavy, offering no moonlight—just the eerie hum of rotors overhead and the thunderous roar of pursuit behind.I turned and looked into the rearview mirror.Six black SCID SUVs were barreling after us—beasts on wheels—each one lit up in a dizzying mix of red and blue. Their sirens howled like wolves in the night, gaining on us with terrifying precision.“They’re closing in,” I muttered.“I can see that,” Cynthia snapped, her hands gripping the steering wheel like a lifeline.Then came the first burst of gunfire.A rapid spray of bullets tore through the quiet night—tat-tat-tat-tat-tat!—and the back windshield exploded into a web of shattered glass. I ducked immediately, shards raining down on my back and lap l
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Chapter: The Chase “Where are we headed?” I asked, keeping my voice calm, though my fingers itched near my belt—instinctively checking for a weapon I no longer carried. Something was definitely wrong, and I felt like Cynthia was about to betray me. Cynthia didn’t take her eyes off the road after I asked that question. “Calm the fuck down and stop thinking I'm going to betray you, 'cause if I wanted to do that, you'd have been a lab rat since yesterday," she said firmly, her tone serious. “We are only heading to my private apartment. We’ll be safe there for now.” I almost asked for the reason why we are heading to her apartment—not out of distrust, but because everything was moving too fast, and I needed context. But I stopped myself. In a situation like this, questions could be dangerous. The truth about me had nearly been torn open. If I hadn’t silenced Doctor Trevor when I did, the entire SCID would’ve known I wasn’t John Henderson… not really. They would
Last Updated: 2025-05-19
Chapter: Betrayer?Without wasting another second, we slipped out of the lab and into the dimly lit hallway beyond. The flickering emergency lights still pulsed red every few seconds, painting the steel walls in a rhythm that made everything feel like we were trapped inside a heartbeat.Cynthia walked fast, purposeful—her boots echoing against the floor like steady drumbeats. I followed close behind, still feeling the faint buzz of energy running through my veins. The adrenaline from earlier had faded, but something new was settling in its place—clarity. A dangerous kind of awareness. Every sound felt louder, sharper. Every step calculated.“We’ll take the east corridor,” Cynthia said in a hushed voice. “There’s a shortcut through the bio-storage wing. Fewer cameras. Fewer people.”I nodded silently, scanning every corner as we moved. The base was huge—levels beneath the earth, miles of reinforced hallways, walls thick enough to survive a bombing. The SCID didn’t play games
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Chapter: My Father's Enemies The grin didn’t fade as I turned away from the mirror, my mind racing. Fun. That was one way to put it. Insane was another. I ran my fingers over the expensive watch, the weight of it foreign against my skin. The bruises on my knuckles, the ache in my ribs, the ghost of Dylan’s boot against my side—those felt real. But this? The palatial estate, the staff treating me like royalty, the ten million dollars sitting in my account? It was like stepping into someone else’s life. And maybe that wasn’t a bad thing. I took a deep breath, inhaling the subtle scent of cedar and wealth, then crossed the room to the massive walk-in closet. Rows of suits in deep charcoals and midnight blues hung perfectly pressed, their designer labels whispering a price tag I didn’t even want to guess at. The shelves held rows of polished Italian leather shoes, and the glass display cases glinted with cufflinks, tie bars, and watches worth more than my old bartender’s salary in a year. I ran my fingers
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Chapter: Chapter 6: Now A Lancaster My fingers trembled around the phone, my breath coming in short, disbelieving gasps. Ten million dollars. Ten million dollars. The number burned itself into my mind, searing away the pain, the humiliation, the despair. "Who… who are you?" I managed, my voice hoarse but no longer weak. There was something new in it now—something raw, electric. Hope. The man chuckled, a rich, warm sound. "My name is Vincent Cole, Master David. I’ve been searching for you for a very long time." Vincent Cole. The name meant nothing to me, but the way he said it—like it should have carried weight—made my pulse quicken. "You’re telling me," I said slowly, forcing my thoughts into some semblance of order, "that I’m the heir of Andrew Lancaster. The billionaire Andrew Lancaster." "Not just the heir," Vincent corrected, his voice dropping into something almost reverent. "His only heir. His son." The world tilted. Son. The word hit me like a freight train. My father—if he even was my father—had
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Chapter: Chapter 5: The Life-changing Phone call I pushed open the bar’s creaky door and stepped inside, immediately hit by the familiar scent of alcohol, sweat, and stale smoke. The place was already busy, dimly lit with the usual crowd of regulars hunched over their drinks. Back to reality. I sighed, rolling my shoulders before making my way behind the counter. “Look who finally decided to show up,” a gruff voice called. I turned to see Mark, my manager, wiping down a glass with his ever-present scowl. He was a burly guy in his late forties with a permanent five o’clock shadow and a personality that swung between grumpy and mildly tolerable. “You’re two minutes late,” he added. I sighed. “Traffic.” Mark grunted but didn’t push it further. He didn’t actually care as long as I did my job. I grabbed an apron and tied it around my waist, my mind still replaying everything that had happened today. Jenny, her car, her laughter, the way she looked at me… I shook my head. I needed to focus. The night dragged on like it
Last Updated: 2025-03-25
Chapter: Chapter 4: A Strange ConnectionWe continued eating, the atmosphere between us surprisingly light despite how unusual this situation felt. Jenny had this way of making things seem normal—even though nothing about this was normal. “So, tell me about yourself,” she said, twirling her fork between her fingers. “What do you like to do when you're not fighting in lecture halls?” I smirked. “You make it sound like I do that often.” She raised an eyebrow. “Don’t you?” I sighed dramatically. “Alright, maybe I’ve gotten into a few… misunderstandings.” She chuckled. “That’s a diplomatic way to put it.” I shrugged. “Well, when you don’t have much in life, you tend to fight to keep what little you do have.” Her eyes flickered with something unreadable, but she didn’t press. Instead, she took a sip of her drink and asked, “Okay, what about hobbies? Do you have any?” “Hobbies?” I repeated, thinking for a moment. “Uh… I guess I like reading. And fixing things. You know, like repairing old gadgets, computers, stuff
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Chapter: Chapter 3: A Rare FeelingProfessor Jenny and I made our way back to the lecture hall, and I could feel every single pair of eyes on us. The whispers started immediately—hushed murmurs, stolen glances, judgmental smirks. Some students nudged each other, others discreetly pulled out their phones, probably to record whatever was happening. I didn’t care. I kept my head straight, matching Ms. Jenny’s pace as she walked beside me, completely unfazed by the attention. If anything, she exuded an air of quiet authority, her presence commanding the room before she even said a word. We entered the lecture hall, and the moment we did, the whispers intensified. I ignored them. My focus shifted to my book, still lying on the floor where Dylan had crushed it. I walked over and bent down, picking it up. The cover was bent, the pages slightly torn, but I didn’t care. I ran a hand over the creases before tucking it under my arm and making my way to my seat at the far end of the hall. Ms. Jenny, on the other hand, st
Last Updated: 2025-03-25
Chapter: Chapter 2: Professor Jenny I walked into the lecture hall, heading straight for the farthest row. It was where I always sat—out of sight, out of mind. The perfect place to keep my head down and focus. Dropping my bag onto the desk, I pulled out my battered notebook and the thick textbook I carried everywhere. The cover was creased, the pages dog-eared from months of use. I had barely slept, my body running on nothing but sheer willpower and caffeine, but I couldn’t afford to fall behind. The lecturer hadn’t arrived yet, and the room buzzed with conversation, the voices of privileged students filling the space like an unbearable hum. Their designer clothes, their expensive perfumes, their casual arrogance—it was a world I didn’t belong to. I tuned it all out and focused on my book. Until a hand suddenly snatched it away. I looked up, my jaw tightening. Stella. She stood before me, twirling my book between her fingers, a smirk playing on her perfectly glossed lips. “Hey there, ex-boyfriend.” I exh
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