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Rebirth: Stubbornly Fufilling A Promise

'The famous mister truck strikes again.' A joke in her mind turned to reality. She thought that the famous mister truck would remain on those novels and anime's she had read and watched. But when it was her turn to have the chance in going back in time, she made a vow to mister truck. 'Okay mister truck, since you gave me a second chance I will make sure that this time I will succeed.' ***** This is the typical story of her being hated by the male lead. She was hated because he and his love couldn't be together for the fact that she and he ended up getting drunk one night and woke up beside each other the next day, NAKED. Indeed, cliché... It was only later that she found out that it was actually a plot of his mother who didn't like his lover for being poor and believes that she was a heiress. Once again a cliché route... But alas she was not, she was disowned by her family and had lived on her own for long. Don't get her wrong, she wasn't a villainess. She was simply trying to fulfill a promise. Now that she has the chance, she still chose to continue trying to fulfill her promise in this second life. What can she do? She was a stubborn person. But this time she has no plans on failing. She will... SAVE HIM... A cliché route? Nope not at all... Because she was not the cliché female lead either... ***** "Yes, yes, I am already tired of that as well. Don't worry I am stopping now, mama's boy." There was mock in her tone and he couldn't help but to turn red in anger. The phone in his hand was gripped tighter, his knuckles turning white. "You-" "Good bye, mama's boy." *BEEP BEEP* This was the very first time he became furiously speechless towards her. ***** When she opened her eyes, she saw him towering over her. "Hmmm isn't it that sleeping beauty will see the seven dwarves once she opens her eyes? Why am I seeing a giant?" He frowned at her words. At the same time she did. "Were there any dwarves in sleeping beauty?" ***** "It's the wicked witch, here to bully cinderella?" Then she muttered, "Oh no, I think that does not match. Was there a witch in cinderella?" The mother was gritting her teeth in anger while she contemplated on the story of cinderella if there was a witch in it. ***** "Do it." A gun was pointed at her temple but her eyes focused on his. She said only two words but her eyes were saying more. 'Trust yourself for you can do it.' She even tilted her head a little to the side without the gunman noticing. Now with only a space with the size of a pingpong ball, he aimed his gun. If he shoot that pingpong ball sized space perfectly, the man will die. If he don't then she will die. When he wavered and turned to look at her eyes, she was actually smiling and mouthed, 'You will be able to save me.' *BANG* *UPDATES DAILY* Do read my other stories: SHE'S THAT KNIGHT KNOWN AS ZERO (COMPLETED) VENGEANCE TO THE ROYAL ONES (COMPLETED) COMING FOR THE LAST FOURTEENTH (COMPLETED) RESTARTING CHAPTER BOOK FINALE (COMPLETED) VERACITY OF THE PAST (COMPLETED) LEFT BEHIND BY TIME (COMPLETED) LLAELLEN'S UPDATES (NEVER ENDING) Disclaimer: Cover photo not mine... Please message me if I needed to change it... Please support me on this page as well: https://patreon.com/user?u=52128033&utm_medium=unknown&utm_source=join_link&utm_campaign=creatorshare_creator&utm_content=copyLink

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CH. 24: Too Lonely, Too Sad

After drifting to sleep, she found herself floating in air.

She was looking down at the same city she was in.

In particular, she was looking down at her lifeless body.

Her eyes had already lost its luster, her body turning cold.

At this moment, the people are simply waiting for the ambulance to take her body away.

Heather watched like the third person she currently is.

She still felt bad about the fact that she died all alone but soon the feeling turned to shock.

When the scene changed after her body was taken, her body was in the morgue.

Gone was the blood and dirt all over her body.

She was simply lying on that hard metal table alone until the door was slammed open.

Four figures entered one after another causing her hands to fly to her mouth.

All of them instantly cried after seeing her lifeless body.

Even the most serious Hunter Relish has a tear streaked face.

"I will never forgive them," Aldger commented holding on to her cold hand.

Then the scene changed to them mourning for her.

Her parents and grandparents are all crying but there was another emotion visible on their eyes.

There was anger.

"Aldger," the man in his mid fifties called the fourth son.

His features are the same to the brothers look.

Gray eyes and black hair, with sharp features that all the brothers have inherited.

This same feature could be seen in the face of the older man who was still weeping beside the coffin of Heather.

"Yes father?"

"Not until their whole business is down, don't stop."

His face was dark.

"Father and I have talked, we will join you. Not until we avenge her, we will never let them go."

The one he called father turned to them while wiping his tears.

"They dared go against my princess, I won't let them off. I want to see them down and unable to climb back up. Not just you Aldger, all of you. Do everything you can."

"Yes father, grandfather," they all said in unison.

The scene changed to different scenes.

One was of Aldger, their father and grandfather planning and executing their plans against the Porter's businesses.

Another was Hunter, Dexter and Alexander taking initiative in taking away the connections that Amanda and the others have.

Ten years later, Porter family was taken down by the Relish family.

Amanda died out of frustration and depression leading to health issues.

Cyrus looked older than his actual age, he also has three children but the three of them had to live their lives becoming suddenly poor.

But the most affected was still her family.

Her grandfather died, seven years through their revenge, her grandmother followed a year later.

Her father fell ill while her mother died half a year before everything was over.

Her brother Alexander was also heavily ill for all the research and experiments he had done just so he could be on par with the medicines of Porter family.

Her brother Dexter became famous as the most ruthless lawyer since all he put behind jail was connected to the Porter family and he made sure they are severely punished.

Her brother Hunter ended up leaving the police force and instead went to the underworld in order to cripple their power within the shadows.

Aldger expanded the Relish family to the point that it became well known all through out the world, but he also fell ill due to working too hard.

Relish family became one of the biggest business in the whole world not just out in the open but even in the underworld.

Yet none of them were happy, instead they were alone and sad not having the chance to find a special someone.

Ill and alone waiting for their eventual death because of their sickness and the stress of all the years.

They only reached their goal.

Taking revenge on all the people connected to the people who caused Heather to die such a pitiful and sad death.

She grieved even more as she watched all of these happening, she cried and cried and tried to call out.

She begged them to stop and leave it in the past.

She shouted and shouted but obviously they couldn't hear it.

They continued doing their revenge and suffered more and more as they did.

"I'm sorry…"

Lance had left and Cyrus somehow found himself checking on her.

Yet he found her crying and apologizing pitifully.

"I'm sorry," she repeated. Her eyes remained tightly closed but her cries became louder.

He frowned when Amelia came in.

She just went down to prepare some porridge for Heather to eat.

She saw Heather crying on her sleep while Cyrus stood on the side looking conflicted.

Amelia sighed but didn't say a thing, she instead approached the crying Heather and tried to wake her up.

Still to no avail, she was starting to worry when Cyrus finally approached.

He placed a hand on her arm when Heather's eyes flew open.

She took a breath sharply.

Her big eyes stained with tears, her red face caused by the fever and crying and the emotions swirling the depths of her eyes.

Anyone who'd see her would feel immense pity for her.

"Go get her some milk," Cyrus took his eyes off of her and spoke to Amelia.

Amelia heaved a sigh of relief before stepping out.

Heather was still disoriented that she continued crying despite already being awake.

Cyrus, who was about to pull his hand away from her arm, stopped and could only pat her lightly.

Her crying face was too much to bear for those who watch, they would feel pain in their hearts as she continued weeping.

Cyrus couldn't leave her alone and could only wait for Amelia to return.

The moment the door opened, he left as if staying there longer will make him suffer more.

Amelia sighed once again, there is changes in the way Cyrus acts towards Heather but she can see that he himself was not liking the changes at all.

She looked back at Heather as she continued patting her back, she was hugging her knees and was still crying.

Her back was filled with loneliness, the loneliness that Amelia was quite familiar with.

Because in the year that passed, Heather had this look every single time she asked Cyrus to return but no one would come. Every time Amelia was about to leave the house in the night, Heather's back had always been like this.

Too lonely, too sad.

When Heather woke up the next day, she can barely remember what she did after waking up.

At this moment her head felt like it was about to burst. It was so painful and her body felt so heavy. She was also having a stuffy nose. Even her throat was sore.

'I have fallen sick, that is for sure,' she thought as she tried to get up only to lie back down.

She noticed that she was also in an IV drip.

'I must have been really sick the last night,' she tried to remember but still to no avail.

Everything was blurry the night before, she could barely remember that when she thought she was about to collapse from crying too much in that dream, when she felt like she could no longer get away from that scene. A warm feeling pulled her out allowing her to wake up to this time.

She remembered that she continued crying but someone was patting her in the arm and another followed in her back.

Both feelings were warm and she had calmed down a lot before she returned to a dreamless sleep.

Now, despite remembering the feeling she couldn't remember the event.

"Are you awake?"

She turned to the door and forced a smile.

She wanted to see her brothers, she wanted to see her family. She'd rather they don't think that she was still sick and was already fine.

"Thank you for last night."

Seeing the warm look Amelia had, Heather assumed that both times it was Amelia who was there with her.

Even the milk that calmed her more was given to her by Amelia, that much she can remember.

Amelia approached and touched her forehead.

"You still have a fever, better rest for the rest of the day."

Heather shook her head with a smile, "I have a place to go and will stay there for two nights. I will come back on Monday."

Amelia instantly showed disapproval, "You are sick."

Heather shook her head, "I would surely be able to relax to that place more than here."

When she said 'here' her eyes looked outside the door of her room.

Amelia knew she was talking about the house itself, the cold and lonely house.

She wanted to say that she will stay for the night just like today but Heather's eyes showed she really wanted to get to that place.

"Where would you be going then?"