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 FoundationChapter 22: The Foundation Day 365 started exactly one year after the night everything went wrong.Same ballroom, Hay-Adams. Same chandeliers, same string quartet playing too quietly, same waiters with champagne that Nathan now knew stained white dresses forever.But different.Reed Foundation Gala, Year Two. Last year, Nathan hid by bar, spilled champagne on Melanie, ran to garage, got beat up, woke up nothing. This year, his name was on invitation as CEO.Reed Foundation Annual Gala – Hosted by Nathan Reed, CEO, Reed Capital & Amber Evans, MD, Research Chair, GW HospitalSophia insisted on adding Amber's name. Amber said it was unprofessional. Sophia said it was accurate, because Amber saved Damien and now saved Nathan from wearing creative ties.Nathan stood backstage, same bathroom mirror as last year, but suit fit now, tie straight, no red stain. Jonah next to him, in suit that fit this time, public defender badge hidden but there."You good?" Jonah asked."Yeah," Nathan said.
Last Updated: 2026-08-23
Chapter: The CEOChapter 21: The CEO Word count: 1,715Day 197 started at 7:58 AM with a tie that didn't want to be tied.Non-creative tie, navy, small dots, Damien's old one. Sophia gave it to him that morning with a note: For your first day as you, not as him. – MomNathan stood in his bathroom, henley gone, suit on, tie fighting him. Jonah was FaceTiming from his law school library, whispering."YouTube it," Jonah whispered. "Windsor knot. No, half-Windsor. You don't need full Windsor, you're not the President.""I am CEO," Nathan said, struggling. "That's almost President.""You're CEO of a mid-size investment firm that your dad built and you almost lost twice. You're President of anxiety.""Thanks. Helpful."Jonah laughed, then softened. "You got this. Seriously. You fired Derek. You faced Adonis in his garage. You can tie a tie."Nathan got it. Crooked, but tied.8 AM. Boardroom, Reed Capital. Same table where he fired Derek, where he negotiated Douglas's debt, where Margaret told him about Se
Last Updated: 2026-07-25
Chapter: The DateChapter 20: The Date Day 191 started with Nathan ironing a shirt. He owned a company now. Two companies, actually, after Rivers Holdings restructuring. He had fired a CFO, ousted two CEOs, negotiated with a seventy-one-year-old widow who collected vendettas like stamps, and stood in a parking garage where he was assaulted and didn't run. But ironing a shirt for a date? That was harder. Jonah watched from the couch, eating cereal, judging. "You own an iron?" Jonah asked. "I bought one today," Nathan said. "For this." "For a coffee date that you are calling a date but she is calling a coffee that is a date?" "Yes." "And you are ironing a t-shirt?" "It's a henley. It's... it's elevated." Jonah snorted milk. "Nate. It's coffee. At Founding Farmers. Where you've had five not-dates. What's different?" Nathan stopped ironing. Looked at him. "Everything," he said. Quiet. "Last time, I did dates with flowers that cost more than rent and reservations I bought. With Mel
Last Updated: 2026-07-17
Chapter: The VetoChapter 19: The Veto Day 184 started with a text from a number Nathan thought he blocked. Melanie: Hey. We need to talk. Just you and me. No lawyers. No mommies. No Dr. Evans. You know where. – M Attached: a pin. Penn Quarter garage. Same one. Same spot where the video was filmed. Nathan showed it to Margaret. "Don't go," she said immediately. "It's textbook. Isolated location, leverage, emotional history. She owns 13% of Douglas's debt now. She can block the restructuring unless you meet her terms. This is extortion." "What terms?" Nathan asked. Margaret slid a letter across. Delivered by courier that morning, no return address, typed. I, Melanie Rivers, holder of 13% of Rivers Holdings secured notes via Second Sight Holdings LLC, hereby notify Reed Capital that I will not consent to any restructuring plan unless: 1) I am appointed CEO of Rivers Holdings, 2) I receive 50% equity in the restructured entity, 3) Nathan Reed provides a written public statement that our relationsh
Last Updated: 2026-07-17
Chapter: The USBChapter 18: The USB Day 178 started with Margaret Sloane saying the words no lawyer wants to say. "Don't watch it here," she said. Conference room, door locked, blinds closed. She had a laptop that wasn't connected to the internet, old, battery taped. On the table: Melanie's USB drive, the one she left in the box with the cheap gold necklace. "What is it?" Nathan asked. He hadn't slept. The garage video from Melanie kept replaying. "It's not what you think," Margaret said. "And it is exactly what you think. Both. I watched ten seconds. That's enough to know we need to call a criminal attorney, not just me. And we need to not have this conversation in this building." Nathan sat. "Tell me." Margaret opened the laptop. Clicked. No sound, she had muted it. Video: same parking garage. Same night. Same timestamp as before, but later. 11:47 PM. November 14th, 2024. Nathan in the frame again. But not drunk stumbling this time. On the ground. Back against concrete. Shirt torn. No
Last Updated: 2026-07-17
Chapter: The Garage, AgainChapter 17: The Garage, Again Day 170 started with Adonis in the wrong room. Amber’s research meeting. GW Hospital, 3rd floor, glass-walled conference room. She was mid-sentence about ER triage data when the door opened. Adonis Daniels. Black tee, same Tesla key in hand, smile too wide for a hospital. “Dr. Evans?” he said. “We have an appointment. Gym consultation. For staff wellness.” Amber froze. “I... I don’t have an appointment with you.” “You do now. Your admin booked it. Said you were looking for a wellness partner for the ER. Stress relief. Boxing. That kind of thing.” He looked around the room. Saw Nathan in the back row — Foundation liaison again — and smiled wider. “Mr. Reed. Didn’t know you were into wellness.” Nathan stood. Slow. “He’s not supposed to be here,” Nathan said to Amber. Quiet, for her only. “You didn’t book him.” “I know,” she whispered. Hands tight on her notes. Nathan walked to the door. Opened it wider. “Mr. Daniels. This is
Last Updated: 2026-07-16
