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Reborn Exposing My Adopted Sister’s Plot

Chapter 25 A Slap That Stung

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Taylor’s head whipped sideways from the force of Jesse’s palm, a sharp sting exploding across her cheek. Red spots dotted the pavement like tiny raindrops.

That slap had been vicious.

Jesse took a slow breath, as if savoring it, before she smirked. “Taylor, you’re just going to have to deal with it.”

As the sun sank lower, it cast an orange glow over the campus, and students began to drift away. Jesse strolled toward the gate steadily, her books cradled against her chest.

A car rolled up to the gate, headlights cutting through the dimming glow. Jesse squinted. Of course–it was Mike.

Her pace slowed on instinct.

Mike climbed out and walked right over to Taylor.

“Taylor, over here.” His grin vanished the moment he saw her swollen cheek. He tilted her chin roughly toward him. “What the hell happened? Who hit you?”

Taylor’s eyes blurred with tears. “Mike…”

She was ready to blurt it all out–until her gaze snagged on Jesse. Standing there, smug as ever, Jesse looked like she was warning Taylor.

Taylor froze. She bit her lip hard, swallowing her words.

Mike’s eyes followed the same path as hers and landed on Jesse. His eyebrows knotted together, his stare intense. “Don’t tell me it was Jesse,” he growled through gritted teeth. “I’ll handle her right away.”

He made to stride over, but she lunged and grabbed his arm in a tight grip. Her voice cracked. “No, Mike! It wasn’t her. I just… I tripped and hit something.”

Mike squinted his eyes. The bruise appeared almost healed, yet faint finger marks lingered if he looked close enough.

Taylor tried to laugh it off, wiping away her tears. “Really. I was just frustrated about not completing the task you assigned. I must have rubbed my face too hard, which is why it’s all red.”

Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Jesse’s smirk grow wider. God, she’s mocking me. I’ve never felt so humiliated before.

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Mike’s scowl cased up a bit, though he still shot Jesse a fierce glare.

“She thinks she’s the only one who counts. Who really needs her? Fixing drones isn’t a big deal. She’s acting like she’s above 100,000? She’s really overstepping.” His voice rose, his anger growing as he realized Jesse had never asked him for anything before.

He sneered as he grabbed Taylor’s wrist. “Forget her. I’ve already got someone else lined handle the drones.”

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Jesse tilted her head, eyes narrowing. Please. I know everyone in this scene. Mike’s drones only looked good because I showed Matthew the ropes–and he promised not to spill a word. So, who else could he even be talking about?

Taylor was wondering too. “Who is it?”

Mike shot a glance at Jesse, caught her curious stare, and let out a snort. “Get in the car. We’ll talk at home.”

Jesse didn’t push for answers. Sliding into the Houstons‘ car, she leaned back as her phone buzzed.

A brand–new account reached out to her with a message. The attachment was a close–up of a drone part–no logo or team tag was visible. Still, she recognized the design instantly. She had worked on Mike’s drones countless times before, even noticing the scratches on the circuit

board.

This was definitely Mike, hiding behind an alt account. ‘Need help fixing a drone–urgent, the competition is closing soon.

Her fingers tapped out a reply before she even thought twice. “Two million

per drone!’

She then threw her phone aside. The price was outrageous, sure, but it was just a way to mess with him. There was no way he’d pay it, and she’d never bother fixing it for real.

She knew their spending limits inside out–ten years of balancing his books had drilled that into her.

Still, that thought weighed heavily on her chest. I gave everything to that team in my last life. Ran it like my own. Then, Taylor buried us in debt–throwing parties for those models, stole 500,000 dollars from the accounts, and pinned it on me.

They didn’t believe a word I said and kicked me out like garbage instead,

Her jaw clenched as she logged in, accessed the account records, and erased all signs of her

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Meanwhile, Mike stared at his phone. Relief flickered when he saw a reply at last. Finally, the so- called expert actually replied this time.

Then, his eyes froze on the number. His stomach dropped, followed by rage boiling up his throat. “Two million? Has she lost her mind?”

He thrust the phone into Taylor’s hands, his voice low and intense. “This is the same account that ripped you off last time?”

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1) The Awakening

Jesse Spencer wakes to a sharp, icy voice—her brother Corey shouting. Her head spins, fever burning through her skull. Instinct takes over: the reflex of someone broken by years in prison. She drops to her knees and apologizes automatically. But the floor beneath her isn’t concrete. It’s soft—carpeted. Panic flares. She’s not in her cell. She’s back in her room, surrounded by familiar furniture she thought she’d never see again. She’s been reborn—twelve years into the past.

2) The Day That Ruined Her

Memories rush back in fragments. It’s that day—the day Taylor Holman accused her of ruining her contest project, locked her in the bathroom, and made her freeze through the night as punishment. Back then, Jesse refused to take the blame. That same night, Corey drenched her in ice water and turned off the heat, forcing her to “reflect.” Her fever had nearly killed her. While she suffered, Taylor basked in sympathy. Corey, blind with guilt, lashed out at Jesse just to see Taylor smile.

3) A Family Turned Against Her

Each brother had chosen Taylor over Jesse. Andrew, the doctor, brought medicine and comforted her gently, convinced she was in the wrong. Mike hovered over Taylor, offering warm water and towels. Kaleb, the youngest, even gave away Jesse’s hard-won spot in an international design competition—handing Taylor her future as if it meant nothing. Jesse had been branded a villain in her own home, a sinner forced to repay a debt she never owed.

4) The Debt That Wasn’t Hers

“Do you think Philip would forgive you? He died saving you!” Corey’s voice echoes again. The name pierces her chest. Philip Holman, Taylor’s brother, had died in a fire rescuing Jesse—or so everyone believed. The guilt consumed the Spencers, and they took Taylor in as family. Every day after that, they reminded Jesse: You owe her your brother. You owe her his life. Her brothers, her chances, her future—all handed to Taylor, the eternal victim.

5) The Truth Behind the Flames

But now, with her memories restored, Jesse finally knows the truth. Philip hadn’t died heroically—he had started the fire himself. He wanted to play savior, to make himself look noble in Taylor’s eyes, and Jesse was the collateral damage. Worse, Taylor had locked the door after them, intending to let the flames take them both. When the Spencers arrived, Taylor wept for the cameras, mourning her “only family,” while Jesse stumbled from the blaze branded a murderer.

6) The Accusation Reborn

Jesse’s fists tighten. Rage surges. But Corey mistakes it for defiance. “Still stubborn, huh? No apology, no school. You’ll stay grounded until you learn!” He glares, confident she’ll cave like before—especially with the design competition only three days away. Fevered and weak, Jesse still meets his eyes. “Fine,” she rasps. “I’ll apologize later. Now get out. I need to change.” Her tone chills him—cold, unfamiliar, unyielding. He leaves, thinking she’s finally obeying.

7) The Price of Survival

As soon as the door shuts, Jesse collapses. Pain sears through every bone. Her fever burns hotter; her limbs feel like lead. Somehow, she drags herself to the closet, pulling on dry clothes before sinking into bed. The warmth of the blanket breaks her. Three years in prison—three years of starvation, torture, and despair—flash through her mind. Her brothers had even paid guards to punish her for Taylor’s sake. Starved. Beaten. Forgotten. Cancer had finished what they started.

8) The Promise of Vengeance

Not this time. She won’t die quietly again. Curling into the blanket, Jesse whispers to herself, “I’ve got time. I’ll rest now. Then I’ll plan.” The warmth feels foreign, almost sinful after years of cold concrete. Her eyes close slowly. For the first time in forever, she lets herself sleep—safe, for the moment. This rebirth isn’t mercy. It’s a second chance to make them pay.

9) The Wake-Up Call

“Jesse!” The roar yanks her awake. Harsh light floods the room as someone rips away the blanket. Cold air slaps her burning skin. Rough hands drag her upright—it’s Mike, furious. “You told Corey you’d apologize, and you’re sleeping? Taylor’s been defending you, and this is how you repay her? Get up!” Jesse’s stomach churns; her body convulses. She doubles over, gagging—but there’s nothing in her stomach to give. Mike sneers. “Still pretending? Think playing sick will save you?”

10) The Beginning of Payback

Her voice comes out hoarse and broken. “Let go. I can stand myself.” He does, grudgingly. His frown deepens—she’s burning up—but he dismisses it. After all, Taylor’s the one “who’s really been through hell.” He orders coldly, “Quit wasting time. Taylor’s waiting.”
Jesse steadies herself, eyes icy despite the fever. Once, she begged for their understanding. Now, she only needs their ignorance. Let them believe she’s weak. Soon enough, they’ll learn what true strength looks like. Rebirth has given her purpose—and this time, she won’t bow to anyone.