After My Murder I Returned
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Title: After My Murder I Returned
Blurb:
I died once.
Like, actually died. Knife in my ribs. Parking garage. My girlfriend, Melanie Rivers, watching while the guy she was sleeping with — Adonis Daniels — did it. All for money. Money I gave her.
So, uh, imagine my surprise when I wake up... ten years earlier.
Two weeks before I ever meet Melanie.
I remember everything. Every bad choice. Every dollar I wasted. Every call from my dad, Damien Reed, that I ignored. Every time my mom, Sophia, cried and I wasn’t there. Every time my best friend, Jonah Carter, tried to save me and I told him to stay out of it.
This time? I’m not making the same mistakes.
I put the 2M into NexPay — the startup I screwed over last time. Now I’m the youngest self-made billionaire in the country. CEO of Reed Capital Group. Forbes cover. The whole thing.
And Melanie? Adonis? Her stepdad Douglas who, uh, ordered the hit?
They’re broke. And I own their debt.
But it’s not just revenge.
It’s Damien, who’s secretly sick and I only have one chance to save him.
It’s Sophia, who I lost for seven years because I was too proud to come home.
It’s Jonah, who drank himself to death cleaning up my messes last time.
It’s... Amber Evans. An ER doctor who’s nothing like Melanie, and I have no idea how to be normal around someone who’s actually good for me.
So yeah. Second life. Second pulse.
Last time, I died for love.
This time?
I’m making them earn it.
Tags: #Rebirth #Revenge #Billionaire #FamilyDrama #SecondChance #FaceSlap #Urban #MaleLead #NoHarem
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Chapter: The DepositionChapter 10: The Deposition Day 72 started with a subpoena. Jonah called at 7:03 AM. Voice shaking. “Nate. I, um... I got served.” Nathan was already awake. Hadn’t slept after Douglas’s “parking garage” comment. “What kind of served?” “Subpoena. Witness. State v. Caldwell Capital. It’s about, um, about market manipulation. They want me to testify about my ‘meeting’ with Douglas Rivers.” Nathan’s jaw locked. “He set you up.” “I didn’t say anything. I swear. I just—” “I know.” Nathan was already grabbing his keys. “Don’t talk to anyone. Not the press. Not the DA. Not even your professor. I’m calling our lawyer.” “We don’t have a lawyer, Nate.” “We do now.” --- Reed Capital. 9 AM. Margaret Sloane. General Counsel. Sixty. Iron gray hair. Had been with Damien since the ’90s. Didn’t like Nathan. She read the subpoena twice. “This is sloppy,” she said. “Douglas is trying to drag Reed Capital into Caldwell’s mess. Make it look like we’re colluding.” “We’re not,” N
Last Updated: 2026-07-12
Chapter: The Mentor Meeting---Chapter 9: The Mentor Meeting Day 62 started with Jonah lying. Nathan: Where are you? Jonah: Library. Studying. Why? Nathan: Because your location says Penn Quarter. Near Blue Bottle. Jonah: ... Jonah: okay fine Jonah: I’m meeting him Jonah: it’s just coffee Jonah: I’ll record it like you said Nathan was already in his car. Nathan: Leave. Now. Jonah: nate chill Jonah: I’m a law student. I can handle coffee Nathan: Jonah. He’s not a mentor. He’s a predator. Get out. Three dots. Then nothing. Nathan ran a red light. --- Blue Bottle. Penn Quarter. 10:17 AM. Nathan walked in and saw them immediately. Douglas Rivers. Sixty-two. Silver hair, tailored suit, the kind of smile that had won boardrooms and ruined lives. Across from him, Jonah. Tense. Notebook open. Pen gripped like a weapon. Nathan didn’t say anything. He just walked over and sat down. Douglas didn’t flinch. “Nathan. Didn’t expect you.” “Yeah, well,” Nathan said. “I’m full of sur
Last Updated: 2026-07-12
Chapter: The Follow-UpChapter 8: The Follow-Up Day 50 started with Damien complaining. “This is humiliating,” he said, walking into Johns Hopkins cardiac rehab at 7 AM. He wore a tracksuit. Navy. Stripes. Sophia bought it. “I’m the CEO of Reed Capital. I don’t do group stretching.” “Yeah, well,” Nathan said, holding the door, “the CEO of Reed Capital also passed out in his office. So now he does group stretching.” Damien grumbled. But he went in. Nathan sat in the waiting area. Coffee. Laptop. Emails from Elena Torres — NexPay was up 12% this week. Caldwell hadn’t called her back. Small wins. At 8:15, his phone buzzed. Jonah Carter: nate? Jonah: I just got a call Jonah: from Douglas Rivers Nathan’s blood went cold. Nathan: What did he want? Jonah: said he wants to “mentor” me Jonah: said he heard I got into Georgetown Law. From “mutual friends” Jonah: dude. I don’t HAVE mutual friends with that guy Nathan was already standing. Don’t answer him. Don’t call back. I’m coming over
Last Updated: 2026-07-12
Chapter: The Heart MonitorChapter 7: The Heart Monitor Day 42 started with beeping. Not an alarm. Not urgent. Just the steady, awful, beep... beep... beep of a heart monitor in a private room at George Washington Hospital. Damien Reed hated it. “This is, mmm, this is ridiculous,” he said, voice rough from the oxygen. “I’m fine. I have a call at nine.” “You had a call,” Sophia said. She hadn’t left his side in two days. Hadn’t slept. Hadn’t changed clothes. “You canceled it. Because you, um, because you almost died in your office, Damien.” “I did not—” “You did,” Nathan cut in. He was in the chair by the window. Hadn’t left either. “Amber said—” “Dr. Evans,” Sophia corrected, automatic. “Dr. Evans,” Nathan said, “said your EKG looked like, uh, like a ‘bad stock chart.’ Her words. Not mine.” Damien huffed. “She’s got a mouth on her.” “She’s got a point,” Sophia said. “And you’re listening to her. Both of you.” The door opened. Amber. Scrubs, hair up, tablet in hand, coffee that was prob
Last Updated: 2026-07-06
Chapter: The Gala GhostChapter 6: The Gala Ghost Day 37 started with Sophia. Nathan. Reed Foundation Gala – Committee Meeting. 2 PM. You’re coming. It wasn’t a question. It was a, uh, it was a mom-issued court order. Nathan stared at the text. In the other life, he skipped every committee meeting. Said “philanthropy is for people with guilty consciences” and then spent the gala budget on Melanie’s “art.” He typed back: I’ll be there. Sophia Reed: Good. Wear a tie. Not one of your, mmm, “creative” ones. He smiled. Actually smiled. Yes ma’am. --- The Hay-Adams. Again. Committee room smelled like coffee and old ladies with strong opinions about centerpieces. Sophia was at the head of the table. Damien wasn’t there — “board call,” she said, but Nathan saw the way her mouth tightened. He sat. Tried to look, like, engaged. “Item three,” said Mrs. Whitmore, seventy, pearls, botox. “The Rivers donation.” Nathan’s pen snapped. “Sorry,” he said. “Uh... what donation?” “Douglas Rivers,” W
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Chapter: The Caldwell ProblemChapter 5: The Caldwell Problem Day 28 started with an email. From: Michael Caldwell To: Elena Torres CC: Nathan Reed Subject: Coffee? Elena — Heard Reed Capital got to you first. Congrats. But, uh, I think we both know Damien’s play here. He doesn’t do tech. He does golf courses. I do tech. My fund is all in on Series B. No board seats, no micromanaging, just capital and connections. Let’s talk. Off the record. —M Nathan read it three times. Then a fourth. His coffee went cold. In the other life, Caldwell got this meeting. And he got NexPay. And Nathan got nothing except a tabloid photo of Melanie at Caldwell’s launch party, on Adonis’s arm. Not this time. He forwarded it to Damien. No subject line. Just: ? Damien replied in six minutes: My office. Now. --- Reed Ventures. 9 AM. Damien didn’t look up when Nathan walked in. “You saw it,” Damien said. Flat. “Yeah. I, uh... I saw it.” Nathan sat. “He’s moving fast.” “He always does.” Damien finally l
Last Updated: 2026-07-06
