Vengeance of The Reborn Heir

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, more to himself than to anyone else.

“Finally… I can break free from a future that was never meant to be.”

The murmurs began again.

“Is he serious?”

“Did Ronan Crowne really just say that?”

“He’s the one cutting it off? After everything?”

Ronan looked at her directly in the eye.

“The engagement is over. From this moment forward, there is no bond between us. No affection. No ties. You and I… are strangers now.”

Gasps rippled through the crowd.

“He really said it…”

“He’s ending things with Calista Sable?”

“I thought he was obsessed with her!”

Ronan turned toward the gathering crowd.

“Tomorrow, I will visit House Sable in person. I will formally annul this engagement in front of your parents. And I will declare it before the city of Thalara itself—House Crowne no longer has any connection to House Sable.”

A hush fell over the plaza.

Dozens of eyes widened in shock. No one could believe what they were hearing.

Ronan Crowne had just severed all ties with Calista Sable and her family.

The implications… were staggering.

A power shift is coming.

With House Crowne severing its engagement with House Sable, the consequences would be immediate.

The Sables, once a mid-tier family, had only ascended into the upper circles due to their association with House Crowne. Now, stripped of that protection, they would be exposed. Vulnerable. Easy prey for the stronger Tier-One and Tier-Two houses eager to climb.

“Quick, send word home!”

“If we act fast, our family might be able to carve off a piece of the Sables’ influence!”

The plaza buzzed with quiet urgency. Dozens of nobles tapped on their wrist communicators or murmured into rune-embedded rings, clearly transmitting the news to their household networks. The race to claim the scraps of House Sable had already begun.

And yet, at the center of the storm, Calista Sable remained calm.

The initial shock had faded from her expression. In its place was a triumphant smile.

“So, you’re really serious?” she asked.

“Good. I’ve been waiting for this. Do you have any idea how long I’ve wanted out of this ridiculous engagement? My family never let me break it—but now you’ve done it for me.”

She smiled again, oblivious of the risks haunting her family.

“For once, you actually did something useful, Ronan.”

“Yes. I’m serious. I’ll visit the Sable estate myself tomorrow and dissolve it formally,” Ronan said.

“Let your family know they don’t need to oppose it. It’s over.”

He knew Calista had long wanted to end this tie, but her joy didn’t faze him. In fact, it brought him peace. Because for Ronan, this was more than a breakup.

It was a liberation.

A hundred years ago, this woman had led him down a path of ruin. And now that fate had given him a second chance, he wasn’t going to waste it.

Born again in the year 3025, Ronan Crowne was no longer that foolish, lovesick heir who had chased after a cruel girl.

Why walk the same doomed path twice?

He had the bloodline, the talent, the stature, he could rise again. There were countless women far more worthy than Calista Sable. There was a world waiting beyond her shadow.

He remembered, all too clearly, the agony of his former life.

How he had once possessed the potential to become a Martial Saint, only to let it rot.

Never again.

This time, he would walk a different road.

And no matter what came next… it would be on his terms.

“Ronan, you know what? I still don’t believe you,” Calista sneered. “One day, you’ll come crawling back to me, and I don’t want that to happen.”

“You’re overestimating yourself, Calista. I’ve said what I needed to say. Everyone here heard it. What more do you want?”