

In a world overrun by spirits, the strongest Wraith King, Draven Burke is betrayed and killed. Ten years later, a fragment of his soul is reborn in 8-year-old Rodley Graham, the younger brother of his former love, Sadie Graham. Everyone sees him as a useless nobody. Now, he must survive family oppression, fend off enemies, and protect his sister while reclaiming his lost power.
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In his last life, Yael Summers wrote several songs for his eldest sister, making her a famous singer, but his brother Zayne took the credit. After being misunderstood by everyone, Yael died on a winter night. Unexpectedly, Yael was reborn and went back to five years ago. This time, he had already known the true colors of his family. So he decided to leave the family, sing those songs himself, and try to become a top singer.

In his last life, Yael Summers wrote several songs for his eldest sister, making her a famous singer, but his brother Zayne took the credit. After being misunderstood by everyone, Yael died on a winter night. Unexpectedly, Yael was reborn and went back to five years ago. This time, he had already known the true colors of his family. So he decided to leave the family, sing those songs himself, and try to become a top singer.

The doctor told me I had 72 hours left, unless I got access to the newest experimental treatment. However, there was only one slot available, and my husband Bowen Liddell gave it to my sister Yvonne Lawson instead. "Her kidney failure is more critical," he said. I nodded and swallowed the white pills that would only speed up my death. In the time I had left, I got a lot done. The lawyer's hand trembled as he passed me the documents. "Are you sure you want to transfer the two billion dollars in shares?" I replied, "Yes. Give them to Yvonne." My daughter, Candice Liddell, was giggling in Yvonne's arms. "Mommy Yvonne bought me a new dress!" I said, "It looks beautiful. Make sure you always listen to Mommy Yvonne, okay?" The art gallery I built from the ground up now had Yvonne's name on the sign. "You're too kind, Kathy," she said, crying. I told her, "You'll run it even better than I ever did." I even signed all my parents' trust fund away. That was when Bowen finally gave me his first genuine smile in years. "Kathleen, you've changed. You're not so aggressive anymore... You're beautiful like this." Indeed. This dying version of me finally became the 'perfect Kathleen Sullivan' in their eyes—obedient, generous, and no longer argumentative. The 72-hour countdown had already begun, and I couldn't help but wonder what they would remember when my heart stopped for good. The good wife who 'finally learned to let go', or the woman who completed her revenge by dying?