Reborn: My Revenge with Mr. Billionaire

As Dorothy Arnold awoke with aches throughout her body, she initially believed she was still dreaming. However, the persistent pain beneath her reminded her that everything from the previous night had truly happened.

Her efforts were not in vain, she finally had him, the man of supreme status who could help her enact her vengeance.

At this thought, she couldn't help but tightly clutch the quilt in her hands.

But how was she to face him later? After all, wasn't she a bit too... forceful with him last night?

Just when Dorothy was thinking so hard she felt her head might burst, there was a clattering noise...

The bathroom door opened, and it was accompanied by the soft sound of footsteps.

Jolted by the sound, Dorothy tensed up and gritted her teeth. Meaning to greet him, she tried to lift her head. Unexpectedly, she was on the couch, and with a bit of a lift, she tumbled right onto the floor.

That wasn't the most embarrassing part. The most embarrassing part was that she rolled twice on the carpet.

The footsteps halted abruptly.

Dorothy stopped as well, ending up right at the man's feet.

"Pfft--"

Hearing the man break into a mocking chuckle, Dorothy wished she could just die there and then.

"What a rush, pretty miss, can't wait to see me, huh? I feel so honored--"

Whose voice was that???

Dorothy suddenly paused, wasn't rumors said that he was cold, a giant iceberg who doesn't court women?

Why does his tone sound so... passionate?

Just when Dorothy was utterly confused, she suddenly felt a void beneath her, which startled her, and she hastily clung onto the neck of the man.

The man held her in a princess carry, looking down from a height, a cheeky smile gracing his lips.

Adam's apple bobbing slightly, he smiled with squinted eyes, "Miss Arnold, did you skip meals at home? You're so light."

That's when Dorothy finally realized something was off. Rumors were that he never has physical contact with anyone. She had spiked his drink last night, otherwise, he wouldn't have let her sleep willingly next to him.

However, after more than ten hours had elapsed, the effect of the drug should have worn off. Why would he voluntarily hold her?

Dorothy certainly didn't believe her charm was that potent!

Furrowing her eyebrows, Dorothy tentatively lifted her head slowly.

First came into view was his alluring Adam's apple, followed by a smooth-lined chin, perfect thin lips, high-bridged nose, playful eyes, and eyebrows slanting into his hair.

Wait... this is... not the man she was expecting!

Who... is he?

Dorothy was so terrified that her heart was trembling.

What she means is, she had gone through so many trials and tribulations to infiltrate this place, using both drugs and seduction, but in the end, are you telling her... she got the wrong man?

In just a few, short seconds, Dorothy experienced what is known as the many phases of life, the sweetness and bitterness of it all.

Taking a deep breath, Dorothy had been trying to prepare herself mentally.

"What the hell, I got bitten by a dog."

"Quack like a duck, quack like a duck."

Her previous life, she had spent over twenty years maintaining her chastity. Yet, after being reborn, in just... two days, she lost that?

Keeping her breath steady, Dorothy raised her hand and patted the shoulder of the man in front of her.

"Excuse me... Sir, could you please put me down. Thank you."

The man seemed interested as he looked at the woman before him. He raised an eyebrow, and then with a forceful push, Dorothy was directly thrown onto the sofa.

With a thud, Dorothy was taken by surprise. When she fell onto the sofa, she felt as if her heart was about to burst out.

Gritting her teeth, Dorothy decided not to lower herself to this petty man.

After all, this guy looks very young. I don't know how old he is, could it be that he's underage?

Considering this, Dorothy broke into a cold sweat on her back.

"So ferocious, miss? You're pretty scary!"

".."

Dorothy was left speechless.

She quickly adjusted herself to a proper sitting position on the sofa, forced a smile, and said, "Well, little brother..."

"Hmm? What did you call me?"

The man sat down next to Dorothy with a smile that wasn't quite a smile, took her hand, and despite her struggles, joyfully stuffed it into his own bath towel.

"How was it last night, didn't you know better?"

"You..."

Dorothy lived her life as a good girl in two lifetimes. The only unpardonable act she had committed was, premeditatively, clinging to powerful legs. Although, she mistakenly attached to the wrong person, this person shouldn't humiliate her like this, should he?

At this thought, Dorothy was so angry she was borderline dizzy. She immediately jerked her hand back, disregarding the warmth felt just now.

"Sir, I'm sorry, everything last night was an accident. Let's pretend nothing happened."

After speaking, Dorothy stood up, looking around and found that they were in a hotel suite. They had spent the night on the sofa.

Dorothy twitched her mouth, retracted her gaze, intending to find her clothes.

To her surprise, the man in front of her suddenly ripped off the bath towel wrapped around him without saying a word, then turned around vigorously, revealing the very conspicuous fingernail marks on his back.

"Did you see this? What is this? You think you can just roll over and dash off? It's not that easy."

With that said, he walked up and looked at Dorothy condescendingly.

"You must take responsibility!"

Dorothy was dumbstruck. In this day and age, rogue behavior still exists? Don't men typically dash off after sleeping with someone? Why is he here demanding responsibility?

She felt as if she'd seen a ghost.

"Sir, I'm sorry. Everything last night was a misunderstanding. If it's your first 'whatever' that you can't let go, how about this? I'll give you some money, consider it as..."

Buzz, buzz, buzz--

Before Dorothy could finish her sentence, a vibration from a cell phone could be heard coming from the sofa.

The man remained motionless, meaning the phone must be hers.

Dorothy took a deep breath and hastily picked up the phone. She glanced at the caller's name: "Dark-faced Yama"?

Who was that?

Hesitating, she held the phone to her ear.

"Dorothy, I give you half an hour to get home, or else, you bear your own consequences."

Hearing the aloofness in the voice, a chill crept up Dorothy's back.

The person on the other end of the line was no other than her biological elder brother, a heartthrob among the college girls despite his young age.

Remembering the first day she woke up and how her brother nearly strangled her on the hospital bed, Dorothy shuddered. In a flurry, she walked towards the hotel's wardrobe. There were a few sets of men's clothes. Without any hesitation, she pulled one on.

"Oh right, sir, I will transfer you the money when I get home. Here is my phone number, please take note of it, I'll contact you later."

With a sinking heart, Dorothy picked an eyebrow pencil from the makeup table and jotted down her phone number on the tabletop.

When she walked out the door, she completely ignored the man's livid expression.

"Oh, right, it was the first time for both of us, so it's like a mutual offset. I'm still giving you money, so it's a sure win, right? Goodbye!"

Thud! -

Dorothy threw the door shut, and like that, she left the place with disheveled hair and a dirty face.

The grand presidential suite fell silent, and the silence went on for quite a while.

"Hmph!"

The man snorted coldly, his eyes squinting as he looked at the messy quilt on the sofa, and the subtle hint of red hidden within. Taking a deep breath of the ambiguous scent in the room, his face turned grim.

Turning around, he sat down next to the sofa, picked up the mobile phone from the table and made a call.

As soon as the call was connected, a mocking voice came through,

"Mr. Seven, how was your night? To your taste, was it?"

Narrowing his eyes, the man asked,

"Did that woman come looking for you?"

"Isn't it obvious? She even sneakily added something special for me, but I switched things around and gave her to you instead. How did it go? Was the battle intense?"

"Darn it!"

The man ferociously smashed his phone, his eyes glowed with a terrifying red light.

As Dorothy tidied her hair in the elevator, a wave of unease washed over her, memories of the wild night before flooding her mind and causing her cheeks to heat up.

What in the world was going on?

Didn't they mention that he would be the one to go into that private room? Why did they change the person after she had already fallen asleep?

In a terrible mood, Dorothy went to a nearby convenience store, swallowed a pill, and then took a taxi directly to the Arnold Mansion.

When she rang the doorbell, it was Olivia who opened the door.

"Lady Arnold, you're finally back? Young Master is waiting for you in the living room, remember to say something nice."

Dorothy was shocked and thanked her with a smile that was even worse than crying.

As soon as she stooped her waist and stepped into the entrance, an ashtray came smashing toward her face.

Dorothy quickly dodged by tilting her head, her heart pounding.

"You dare to dodge?"

If she didn't dodge, wouldn't she be hit? Why can't she dodge?

Swallowing hard, Dorothy put on an excessively obsequious smile.

"Michael, my dear brother, look at me..."

"Get over here!"

Dorothy choked briefly, and then slowly walked over.

"Where were you last night?"

As soon as he finished speaking, a hand gripped Dorothy's neck, making her complexion turn red.

"What are you doing, Michael? Dorothy wasn't doing it on purpose, she told me when she left last night."

A gentle-looking woman hurriedly ran down from upstairs, looking anxious, but the words she said were clearly revealing Dorothy's secrets.

As expected, upon hearing this, Michael's five fingers gradually closed, Dorothy felt somewhat oxygen-deprived, almost fainting.

Just at this critical moment, Michael suddenly let go of his hand. Dorothy stepped back two steps, reaching up to cover her neck, gulping in fresh air harshly.

"Have you tasted the feeling of being on the edge of death? Dorothy, if you want to kill yourself next time, just tell me and I will finish you off myself."

After saying that, Michael turned around and left.

"What right do you have to control me!"

Dorothy screamed with red eyes, she had been suppressing it for a long time.

But this rage wasn't hers, but the original owner's. Unfortunately, the original owner was already dead, and she was unable to speak these heartfelt words.

But it doesn't matter, she was reborn in this body, she will help her handle everything.

What belongs to Dorothy, she will personally take it back for her.

Dorothy, you can leave in peace...

Her body didn't feel as heavy as at the beginning, Dorothy breathed a sigh of relief.

The original body has at last resolved to leave. She had spent the previous days attempting to assimilate with the original body, but her efforts were in vain.

Now that the original body has actively detached, she felt greatly relieved.

Michael suddenly halted his steps, giving Dorothy the chance to hurriedly rush in front of him.

"Have you ever taken care of me since mom died? Isn't it painful for me when mom died? You, on the other hand, silently went abroad for further studies, leaving me alone at home. Do you know the hardships I've encountered? When I was bullied, you didn't come to my aid, when I was framed, you didn't fight for justice for me, are you worthy of being a brother?

You've ignored me for so many years, but now that you're back, you're trying to kill me? Michael, am I really your sister? Or did mom adopt me?"

A hint of softness finally appeared on Michael's rigid face.

Dorothy seized the opportunity.

"Brother, can we stop confronting each other? Let's reconcile, okay?"

Dorothy walked over and tightly hugged Michael's waist.

The status of Michael in this family was untouchable. As long as his father wasn't home, Michael was the leader.

Both his stepmother, Grace David, and his stepsister, Mia David, had immense respect for Michael.

The original body had no parental guidance, and her only brother wasn't home. She was educated by her stepmother and stepsister to be not only savage and spoiled but also not knowing the rules. She was unpopular in school and notorious in the business circle.

"Dorothy, you go apologize to dad later, okay? You just left the hospital, and went to see him again. If anything happened to you, both dad and brother would be heartbroken."

Michael looked up and glanced at his adorable stepsister. A chill flashed in his eyes.