Reborn To Win The Billionaire’s Game

The first thing I did after I was reborn was scatter my best friends ashes.
In my previous life, Seraphina had gotten pregnant out of wedlock, brutally abandoned by her boyfriend and her own family.
She barely held on through the delivery, only to suffer a massive hemorrhage in the operating room.
With her last breath, she begged me to take in her newborn son.
Pitying her, I soft-heartedly agreed.
Caring for the baby meant my studies tanked, and I was expelled from my elite university. Unable to finish my degree, I was forced to work menial jobs, enduring countless indignities and sneers, all while raising a child who wasn't mine.
Finally, the year he turned eighteen, he was spotted by a scout, starred in a movie, and instantly shot to famean Oscar-winning actor.
At the awards ceremony, Seraphina, my "dead" best friend, walked in, arm-in-arm with my ex-boyfriend.
I stumbled forward in disbelief, demanding an explanation. She simply smiled at me.
Congratulations on completing the test.
My mind blanked. My ex-boyfriend, Bryce, stepped forward, a look of cold condescension on his face.
Seraphina is a billionaires daughter. How were we to know you werent just using her for money?
Now that youve diligently raised our son, youve earned the right to be Seraphinas acquaintance.
If you see our son through marriage and children of his own, then, maybe, youll earn the right to be Seraphinas best friend.
My head exploded. Her friend? Was I desperate for her friendship? That was eighteen years of my life!
A desperate tide of rage and betrayal rose up, choking me. I lunged at them, my eyes blazing.
Suddenly, Kian, the son Id raised, rushed off the stage and shoved me away. Are you crazy? Who gave you the right to try and hurt my parents?
The sharp, sudden shock was too much. My heart seized in my chest, and I passed out cold.
When I woke up, I was back. Back to the day Seraphina gave birth.
1
The patient is hemorrhaging badly. Get Dr. Chen in here.
Are you the patients next of kin? Were short on Type B blood. Can you donate?
A nurse approached me. I blinked, dazed, then sharply looked up at the glowing SURGERY IN PROGRESS sign above the door. It was Seraphinas surgery.
I had been reborn.
My breathing hitched. I instinctively pulled my sleeve down, covering the veins in my arm.
The nurse, seeing my lack of response, nudged me urgently. Hurry! The patient is fading fast.
I shook my head, settling the cold, hard certainty into my stomach. I said, my voice unnervingly calm, I am not. You need to find someone else.
The nurse looked momentarily stunned, then quickly spun around and ran back into the operating room.
I let out a cold, inner laugh. Last time, Id rushed to donate without a second thought. They didn't even run a proper check on metheyd just drawn four hundred CCs of blood. It was clearly premeditated.
Dizzy and lightheaded from the blood loss, Id barely been able to think. When the nurse had helped me into the delivery room, and Seraphina had begged me to raise her baby, Id blindly and miserably agreed.
While I was lost in the memory, the OR light flickered off. The doctor emerged, his face grave with regret.
We did our best. The patient is still conscious. You can say your goodbyes.
I walked slowly into the room. Seraphina was there, looking exactly as she had beforepale, weak, a vision of suffering.
She looked at me, a hint of accusation in her expression. Rowan, why wouldnt you donate blood for me? If you had helped, maybe I could have pulled through.
The nurse from earlier chimed in, her tone dripping with moral judgment. Exactly! She considered you her best friend, and you wouldn't even give a little blood? Thats a living life you refused to save! Dont you feel any guilt?
Seraphina wiped a fake tear from her eye. Its done, I wont blame you. My parents and my boyfriend abandoned me; I have nothing left to live for, anyway.
She looked down at the tiny bundle beside her. But my son... hes so small. Im terrified for him. Rowan, youre the only one I can trust. Please, can you raise him for me?
The nurse started sobbing softly, shooting me a look of pure condemnation. How tragic! You contributed to her death. Are you really heartless enough to abandon her baby, too?
Watching the two of them perform this manipulative duet, I felt a deep, chilling disgust.
Last time, weakened by the blood draw, I had been easily cornered and morally blackmailed. I had genuinely believed Seraphina was my friend, and the sight of her fading away had broken me.
But what had that "pity" gotten me?
My boyfriend had instantly accused me of cheating and fathering an illegitimate child, abandoning me without a backward glance. I couldn't afford childcare and was forced to drop out of university, falling from a high-achieving student to someone with a high school diploma.
Without a degree, I couldn't find a decent job. It was all minimum wage, manual labor.
When the child was eight, he developed a relentless high fever and ended up in the ICU. The medical bills were impossible; I was forced to take out predatory online loans.
When the boy recovered, the debt collectors arrived, threatening and intimidating me. The child cried constantly, and the neighbors, tired of the noise, complained to the landlord.
I was evicted, forced to wander with the boy like a beggar.
For eighteen years, I worked as a diner waitress, a cleaning lady.
Just when I finally found a boss who valued skill over a degree, and my work stabilized, I tried to find a stable relationship, some support.
The first time I brought an almost-boyfriend home, an old neighbor cornered him the minute I was out of earshot.
Listen, handsome, youre making a mistake! Don't you know shes got baggage? Youre too good for a woman with a stray kid.
He hesitated. But Rowan told me the boy is her friend's son.
The neighbor sneered, clucking her tongue. You believe that? She definitely got knocked up when she was young and wild, and made up that story so she wouldn't be stuck alone. Im telling you, Ive seen her type before. Go find a nice, clean girl.
He paused, then turned and left without even saying goodbye.
I collapsed behind the door, quietly sobbing.
Eighteen years of sneers and judgment, eighteen years of raising him aloneonly to be told, at his glorious awards ceremony, that it was all a test?
Did I want her friendship that badly? My youth, my future, my chance at a normal lifeall destroyed. And it was all a joke.
Worst of all, the son Id sacrificed everything to raise didnt hesitate to side with them.
The familiar hatred surged, almost making me shake. I took several deep, measured breaths to steady myself.
My eyes, now completely devoid of warmth, fixed on Seraphina. I have no obligation to raise your child. If you cant manage it, send him to foster care.
2
Seraphina bolted upright in the bed, perfectly healthy, and pointed a finger at me.
You heartless monster! You call yourself my best friend? You wont donate blood and you wont raise my child? What kind of friend are you?
I eyed her coolly. You look remarkably well, Seraphina. Perhaps the hospital was mistaken about your condition.
She realized shed given the game away, panicked for a split second, and then collapsed back onto the bed, groaning and calling for a doctor.
The scene descended into chaos, and I was shoved out of the room.
A few minutes later, the cooperating nurse emerged, clutching a baby. She forcibly thrust the infant into my arms.
The patient had a sudden turnshes gone. The birth certificate is filed; your name is listed as the mother.
Dont even think about abandoning him. If you do, we have the authority to call the police.
I almost laughed out loud. High-pressure, forced sales. I was the one who should be calling the police!
I brushed past her and stormed back into the OR. I wanted to see how far Seraphina would take her act.
But she was nowhere to be found. How could she disappear in a matter of minutes?
The nurse followed me, scolding furiously. This is an operating room! Who let you in here? Get out now!
I cut across her rant. Where is she?
She rolled her eyes. She died, of course. They took her for cremation.
As if on cue, a small urn containing her "ashes" was delivered.
I remembered. Last time, it had happened this way, too. I was pushed out, and shortly after, they told me she had passed away. Distraught, I wept with the baby in my arms, and moments later, they delivered the urn.
No hospital has the right to cremate a body without family consent, and cremation certainly doesnt happen that fast. But in my weakened, emotional state, I hadn't seen the blatant scheme.
This time, I wouldn't be fooled into taking on this burden.
I reached out, grabbed the urn, quickly lifted the lid, and scattered the contents directly onto the floor.
A cloud of dark powder billowed out. The nurse shrieked.
What are you doing?! Thats the patients remains!
The surrounding crowd scattered in terror.
Oh my god! Thats bad luck! Why would she scatter ashes here? Is she crazy?
What are the hospital security guards doing? Get her out before she causes more trouble!
Did any get on me? If shes passed on bad karma, I'll sue!
The crowd erupted in angry accusations. The nurse, desperate to protect the hospitals image, quickly addressed me.
That is deeply disrespectful to the deceased! Now, you get down on your knees and scoop up the ashes with your hands!
You need to kneel and knock your head three times to appease the spirits resentment, before you taint any more innocent people!
I gave a bitter, mocking laugh. Since when did a hospital subscribe to superstition?
If these were real ashes, Id apologize for my conduct. But look closely, everyone. Do those look like human remains?
3
People peered down at the dark powder, murmurs of doubt spreading through the crowd.
That doesnt look like bone fragments, does it?
Human remains, post-cremation, are a mix of gritty bone shards, not fine, homogenous powder, like a pile of dirt.
I turned back to the nurse. You cremated my friend without my consent, and now her remains are nowhere to be found.
Am I right to suspect that there was a surgical error, and youre rushing to cover up the evidence?
The nurse instantly lost her composure, shouting in panicked denial. Nonsense! Our hospital is fully certified!
But the seed of doubt was planted, and a simple denial wouldn't clear it up.
Several family members began to exchange worried glances. My grandmother died suddenly during a routine operation here, too. Could the hospital be involved in something sinister?
They recommend the crematorium and the funeral home. Maybe its a black market scheme.
The nurse was sweating profusely. Shed never imagined I would scatter the ashes on the spot, causing such a massive public scene.
She managed to stabilize the crowd, then frantically ran back into the OR.
I chuckled lightly, then looked down and gently touched the babys soft, pink cheek.
Oh, you want me to raise him? Fine. But it will cost you.
A few minutes later, the nurse returned, out of breath, clutching a document.
She gave me a nervous, placating smile. It was a misunderstanding. The patient signed a waiver beforehand, stating that in the event of her death, she wanted an immediate cremation.
That's why we didn't notify you. As for the ashesa new, inexperienced nurse made a mistake. Your friends body is still waiting for cremation.
We take full responsibility. Wed like to offer you twenty thousand dollars in compensation for the distress caused by our oversight. Does that sound fair?
I took the envelope, feeling the thickness of the cash inside. I glanced at the contractthe ink on the signatures was still wet. I didnt push for more details, just took the money and left with the baby.
Since Seraphina trusted me so much, willing to pay me to raise her child, I thought with a sneer, I certainly won't disappoint her.
Eighteen years flew by in a flash.
I used the twenty thousand dollars as seed capital to establish a strong presence on social media. I hired countless influencers, even invested in film and television production.
The money multiplied, and I spared no expense in cultivating the child.
This time, I started him young, casting him as a child actor in various shows. By the time he won his Oscar, he was already Americas Sweetheart, a household name.
His current fame and status far exceeded what hed achieved in the previous timeline.
I sat in the VIP section, watching my adopted son give his acceptance speech. I counted down the seconds in my head. I had raised the child so successfully; Seraphina must be desperate to claim him now.
Sure enough, the moment Kian finished his speech, Seraphina and my ex-boyfriend, Bryce, sashayed down the aisle toward the stage in a blaze of high-profile confidence.
Seraphina, her eyes red with false emotion, threw her arms around Kian. Son, Mommy has finally found you!
The audience and his fans were stunned. What is this? Is this some kind of staged family reunion?
Kian, my adopted son, looked utterly bewildered. My mother died eighteen years ago. Who are you?
Seraphina beamed, delighted by his mention of the death. Thats right! I suffered complications giving birth to you and entrusted you to Rowan Ashworths care.
I was miraculously saved on the way to the crematorium. But when I came back to look for you, you were gone from the hospital.
Seraphina turned to where I was sitting, her voice thick with sobs. Rowan, I am so grateful you looked after my son all these years. But I dont understand why hes so cold to me.
Did you, perhaps, speak ill of me behind my back? Her eyes welled up, a picture of wounded innocence.
I laughed coldly to myself. Seraphina was still clinging to the delusion that the superstar I had invested millions in was her son.
But this time, I wasn't the idiot she needed me to be. I was here for revenge.
I certainly wont stop you from reuniting with your son, I said calmly.
Joy instantly flashed in Seraphinas eyes, a triumphant smirk crossing her face.
Then I tilted my head, feigning confusion. But the Oscar winner isnt your son, Seraphina.

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