Rebirth: A Second chance at life-Chapter 67: The scoundrel Harrison.

***Trigger Warning:***** This Chapter contains themes of abuse, non-consensual situations, and psychological trauma. Reader discretion is strongly advised.

She had truly underestimated Alexander.

The man was full of tricks, and clearly more desperate than she’d thought. To go this far—just to humiliate Aurora?

Who the hell did he think he was?

A sharp growl echoed in her thoughts. Shameless bastard.

Luna cursed under her breath, her fury barely contained beneath the surface of her frozen body. She’d been too careless. Too relaxed.

She hadn’t even sensed the syringe, hadn’t heard the soft flick of the trigger.

And now she was paying for it.

Luna—the devil who ruled the underworld—kidnapped like some helpless girl?

Ridiculous.

This body... it was too weak. Too untrained. It moved slower than she was used to, responded with hesitation. She made a mental note—this body needs more training.

Anyone hearing her thoughts in that moment might have questioned their own sanity.

Who in their right mind thinks about training while being paralyzed and dragged away by enemies?

But Luna wasn’t like anyone else. And fear? It wasn’t in her dictionary.

Whatever it was, she had planned to stay low. To focus on her goals. Avoid unnecessary drama.

But now?

It seemed the Brown Group had grown wings... and was flapping right into her storm.

Fine.

Let them.

Whoever dared cross her path—whoever thought they could toy with her life—she would erase them.

Clean.

Without mercy.

Inside the van, Aurora’s body lay still—but her mind was a storm. Her eyes blinked slowly, burning with fury.

When the van finally stopped, they reached the edge of the city, where a huge old-style mansion stood quietly.

It looked grand and peaceful, with flowers blooming around and green vines crawling up its stone walls.

The garden was full of colorful plants, and tall trees surrounded the area, giving it a calm and private feeling.

The mansion was spread across a hundred acres, looking like a beautiful place far away from the busy world.

You could see them everywhere—bodyguards stationed at every corner, standing as still as statues, eyes sharp and unblinking.

Each one held an AK-47 with a firm grip, their presence alone enough to send a warning.

There were easily over a hundred men, spread across the grounds, their expressions cold and unreadable, trained to act without hesitation.

As the van pulled up to the gates of the grand estate earlier, the rules were clear—no weapons beyond this point.

The moment they stepped out, guards approached with calm authority, demanding they drop any arms they carried.

It didn’t matter who you were or why you had come. Inside this fortress, Calvert Harrison’s word was law.

They stepped inside the grand mansion, the heavy wooden doors closing behind them with a soft thud.

The silence inside was striking, almost eerie, broken only by the steady footsteps of the guards carrying Aurora.

The entrance hall was vast and echoing, its marble floors polished to a mirror-like sheen.

A long crimson carpet stretched forward, leading to a spacious sitting area at the heart of the mansion.

Even inside, numerous guards were stationed at fixed points—silent, watchful, and armed—adding to the suffocating sense of control within the estate.

There, in the center of the room, sat an old man on a velvet-lined sofa—his presence dominating the space.

He had a potted belly that strained against the buttons of his silk shirt, and in his hand, he lazily held a cigar pipe, the smoke curling upward in delicate spirals.

His eyes, half-lidded, sparkled with amusement as he watched the small group approach. A ghost of a smile tugged at his lips, but it didn’t reach his eyes.

Calvert stood up slowly, his movements relaxed and full of false warmth.

"Ah, Mr. Brown," he greeted with a wide grin, extending his arms as if meeting an old friend. "Come in, come in—make yourself comfortable."

His voice was coated in honey, but the sleazy greed behind his words was unmistakable. He motioned toward the plush armchair across from him, the smoke from his cigar curling around his face like a serpent.

But his attention didn’t linger on Alexander for long.

His eyes shifted to the figure being carried in by the guards—Aurora, limp and unmoving.

For a moment, his brows drew together in mild confusion. She looked a bit different from what he remembered, but the changes didn’t bother him. If anything, they excited him.

A smirk curled at the corner of his lips. His gaze swept over her body slowly, hungrily, like a predator sizing up prey.

Still soft... still plump. A little more fire in her this time, perhaps? he thought, already imagining the evening ahead.

Sinister thoughts churned behind those hooded eyes as he licked his dry lips subtly.

Tonight’s going to be a feast.

Alexander’s eyes narrowed as he caught the way Calvert was eyeing Aurora—like she was a piece of meat instead of a person.

A flicker of discomfort crossed his face, and his jaw tightened slightly. He hated her, yes—but something about that look didn’t sit well with him.

"Mr. Harrison," Alexander said coolly, his voice sharp enough to cut through the thick air of the room. "I’ve kept my end of the deal."

He raised his hand slightly, signaling his secretary, Derek, who promptly stepped forward with a folder in hand. Alexander took it and pushed it across the polished coffee table toward Calvert.

"These are the land deed documents for the South City project—just like you requested," he stated plainly. "And as agreed, I’ve brought Aurora."

He cast a glance toward the unconscious woman being held by the guards, then looked back at Calvert.

"Now bring Lily," he demanded, his tone firm and eyes unwavering.

Calvert’s gaze lingered on Aurora with a predatory hunger, a glint of malice in his eyes as he signaled to his men to release Lily.

The air was thick with tension as Lily stumbled into the dimly lit room, her spirit battered but not broken.

She had been kidnapped, and in her heart, she clung to a desperate hope that her connection to Alexander might somehow spare her from the worst of Calvert’s intentions.

But that hope was swiftly extinguished.ƒгeeweɓn૦vel.com