All Chapters of Vengeance of The Reborn Heir: Chapter 1
- Chapter 10
46 chapters
The Second Chance
Year 3025, Thalara, United Kingdom of Thandor, Planet Arken"Ronan, how many times do I have to say it?""There’s no way I, Calista Sable, will ever fall for you—let alone marry you!"At New Era City Plaza, the heart of Thalara’s capital, a large crowd had gathered, drawn by the spectacle.There stood a breathtakingly beautiful young woman, no older than her early twenties.Her tall, graceful figure, long silver-blonde hair, and porcelain skin made her appear ethereal.In front of her was Ronan Crowne, heir to the ancient and mighty House Crowne.He was so handsome with dark hair and strong build, but at this moment, his expression was distant. “I’m tired of your pathetic little performances. You really think showering me with gifts and pouring your heart out will change how I feel?”“How many times is this now? Two hundred and fourteen? Are you desperate, or just addicted to humiliating yourself?”Gasps and whispers rippled through the crowd.“Did she say 214?!”“Damn… Calista’s so m
Severed Ties
The rush of memories still echoed in Ronan's mind—grief, rage, humiliation.It all clashed inside his skull like thunder, threatening to swallow him whole.And then—her voice cut through it."Ronan, are you even listening to me?" Calista cried.“Don’t stand there acting like you’re dazed. I’m talking to you.”"Don’t you dare pretend you’re lost in thought. You and I are done! I’ve told you this before—I don’t acknowledge this so-called engagement!" she snapped."Your precious House Crowne thought they could push it on me just because of your status. You think throwing your family name around makes you entitled to me? Disgusting.""You’re nothing but a shadow that keeps following me. But not anymore—this ends now.”“I agree.”Calista blinked, caught off guard. “What?”“I said… I agree,” Ronan repeated. “This engagement ends here.”For a long moment, silence reigned.Calista's lips parted, but no sound came. She can’t believe it.“This feels like a gift from the heavens,” he said softly,
The Oath and The Golden Finger
“Words mean nothing, Ronan. Prove it. Swear—before the Will of Arken—that you’ll end this for good.”A ripple of shock swept through the plaza.“She’s demanding an oath?”“Does she realize what that means for House Sable?”“If House Crowne cuts them off, they’re finished!”Some spectators laughed, eager to see how the Sables would survive, or whether Calista would regret this boldness. But the young woman ignored every murmur. Her focus never left Ronan.“Swear it here, in front of everyone,” she said.“Break this engagement, strip my family of your shelter, and let me be free. If you do that, I’ll finally believe you.”Her arrogance stunned the crowd.“Very well,” he answered calmly.He lifted his right hand, palm facing the sky. “I, Ronan Crowne, vow before the heavens and the Will of Arken: I will never love Calista Sable, will annul our engagement tomorrow, and will bear no regret.”“Should I break this oath, let my cultivation collapse and my soul be scattered.”A hush fell, then
A Clean Cut
“What do you mean, ‘return everything’?” Calista snapped, whirling back to face Ronan.She hugged the lacquered weapon case to her chest and slipped her left hand behind her back.That dagger was no trinket; House Sable intended to present it at the upcoming Martial Arts Guild trials. Calista herself might not need it, but Lucien certainly did.And the bracelet, artificed by a Martial Saint, could conjure a three‑minute invincible shield. Priceless, irreplaceable. The thought of surrendering either piece made her stomach knot.“Didn’t you just declare you want no ties with House Crowne?” Ronan asked.“If so, why cling to Crowne property? Cut the bond, Calista. That means returning everything that bond delivered.”She opened her mouth, but he cut her off.“You have no right to negotiate.”Calista’s retort died in her throat. The logic was iron; even the spectators murmured agreement.“She can’t have it both ways.”“Wants the perks but none of the responsibility—how convenient.”“Even a
The First Ripple of Fate
“Look at you, Crowne! Trying to claw back a gift you flaunted in public. Have you no shame?”“My question is simple. Will you return them, or not?” Ronan asked Calista, ignoring Lucien completely.Calista’s lips tightened. She said nothing.The onlookers erupted with sharper whispers.“She said she didn’t want him, didn’t want his family… but still clutching their gifts?”“Forced him to take an oath and now cries foul when asked for the dowry back?”“What a farce. And that Cross guy… he’s just here to snatch the leftovers.”Color flushed Calista’s porcelain cheeks. Her hands trembled. Then, she ripped the violet-gold bracelet from her wrist, snatched the dagger box from her arm, and hurled both toward Ronan.“Fine!” she spat. “Take them! I never wanted your pathetic gifts anyway!”Lucien reached out to stop her, but too late.Ronan caught both items in one motion, his stance firm, expression unshaken. His voice was cool, composed.“Much appreciated. Now, feel free to leave.”“And tell
Morning Storm at House Sable
The next morning, at exactly 9 a.m., the main hall of House Sable’s estate was filled with direct descendants of the clan.At the center was Benedric Sable—the current patriarch and Calista’s father.Everyone present instinctively lowered their heads in deference.Calista stood beside him, red-eyed and pale. Lucien Cross stood next to her.Last night, Calista had returned home radiant, proudly announcing that the engagement with Ronan Crowne was officially over.She’d expected praise, but instead, Benedric’s face turned black.Without a word, he struck his daughter across the face.Now, as he glanced at her tear-streaked face and then at Lucien, Benedric’s scowl deepened.“Who told you to act on your own?” he growled.“Do you have any idea what you’ve done?”Benedric’s head throbbed.No one understood better than he did just how fragile House Sable’s current situation was.Yet now, his daughter had forced Ronan Crowne to end the engagement.She had practically made an enemy of House Cr
A Dangerous Disrespect
“A Grandmaster Rank 7... peak stage. That’s your entire backing, isn’t it?”No one had ever dared speak to Benedric in that tone, especially not a junior.His fury surged.“How dare you!”Without warning, a violent wave of spiritual pressure burst from Benedric’s body, rolling through the hall like a tidal wave, targeting at Ronan.The marble floor cracked under the weight of his aura.Decorative banners lining the walls trembled.Several Sable disciples staggered, barely keeping their balance.If it had been anyone else, someone weaker, less trained, they would have dropped to their knees.But Ronan stood firm.His black coat flared in the storm, hair shifting slightly from the chaotic wind.But not a single tremor passed through his body.He didn’t even blink.Benedric’s eyes glowed with faint green spiritual light as he glared down at the boy before him.“Did your elders not teach you how to show respect to a Grandmaster?” he asked.To Benedric, his current cultivation was enough to
The Slap That Shattered Pride
With each item spoken, the tension in the room climbed.Benedric’s eye twitched.Several elders nearby exchanged wary glances.Just hearing Ronan list the first few items, they already knew the value far exceeded the total wealth House Sable had accumulated over the past century.If they really had to return all that, House Sable’s power would shrink by eighty percent or more!Even Lucien’s expression shifted slightly. The list was far more substantial than he’d expected.“What’s the matter? You sever the bond, and now hesitate to return what came with it? Or does House Sable intend to breach its honor?”The words struck like stones.But before Benedric could speak, Calista stepped forward, arms crossed.“It was a relationship, not a business contract. Don’t be ridiculous. No woman would return such gifts after ten years of engagement.”Lucien immediately followed. “Calista’s right. No real man would ask for those things back. It’s petty and disgraceful.”Just the thought of returning
The Price of Arrogance
Though proud of his own strength as a peak-stage Rank 7 Grandmaster, Benedric knew—there was no comparing himself to a real Rank 8 Gold Master.That was a different realm entirely.“You dare lay a hand on the heir of House Crowne,” he said with a sneer. “Do you even understand the weight of your actions, worm?”Benedric froze.It finally sank in.Ronan hadn't come alone.He had brought a protector—one with power far beyond anyone in this room. Ronan’s voice was calm, almost amused.“Uncle Magnus, no need to waste breath on him. He hasn’t even broken through to Rank 8. What would he understand?”The man beside Ronan was none other than Magnus Crowne, Ronan’s great-uncle and assigned protector.As the Crowne family’s direct heir, descendant of legends like Elder Archmaster Lucas Crowne and Martial Saint Arthur Crowne, Ronan was never permitted to roam without elite guardianship.Magnus nodded. “You’re right. The Sables truly are frogs in a well. Their arrogance has made them forget thei
Reclamation of Honor
But Ronan?He didn’t even blink.With a sigh, almost as if bored, he lifted his hand and casually flicked it downward.Seeing Ronan’s carelessness, Lucien’s heart soared.Just as I thought! he sneered inwardly.Ronan was nothing but an arrogant fool, pampered by family resources.A mere Rank 5 who dared to act so casually in a real fight?Ronan was asking for death!“You’re dead—!”But before Lucien could fully savor his confidence, his expression shifted violently the moment Ronan’s palm came down.Too fast, he couldn’t dodge!All his strength had been channeled into his punch at Ronan.He had no time left to redirect his energy or step away.“No way! How could you—”Lucien never finished his sentence.A monstrous force crashed into him like a volcano eruption.BOOM!Lucien didn’t just stop.He was forced to his knees by a single hand strike, the impact so fierce it cracked the marble floor beneath him.A total, crushing defeat indeed!Gasps echoed across the hall.Lucien groaned.He