Exiled Son Reborn for Revenge — Novel

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What happens when a son is cast out into the world with nothing but a couple of crumpled bills and a heart full of resentment? Leo Crowe knows the bitter taste of rejection all too well. After being unceremoniously thrown out by a father who once claimed to love him, he finds himself at a crossroads—forced to navigate a harsh life alone. But when fate gives him a second chance, Leo isn’t just looking to survive; he’s ready to reclaim his dignity and rewrite the narrative of his life.

As he returns to the manor that once held his dreams, the air is thick with tension. His father’s cold disdain and his half-brother’s mocking laughter haunt him, while his stepmother’s false sympathy cuts deeper than any wound. This time, however, Leo is determined to turn the tables. He has a plan, and it begins with standing up to those who underestimated him.

Can Leo embrace his newfound resolve and carve out a destiny that defies the expectations set upon him? As alliances shift and secrets unravel, the stakes grow higher. In a world where betrayal is commonplace and loyalty is tested, will Leo find the strength to claim his revenge, or will he be consumed by the very darkness he seeks to escape?

Exiled Son Reborn for RevengeChapter 1

The day after I graduated from college, my father kicked me out of the house. Then, he made an announcement in the family group chat.

“I didn’t raise him just to let him live off me forever.”

“Two hundred dollar is enough for him to survive until he finds a job.”

“If he can’t make something of himself, I won’t acknowledge him as my son.”

My relatives all liked the message and agreed.

To pay off my student loans, I had no choice but to rent the cheapest place I could find and take on the hardest, most exhausting jobs. I worked three shifts a day.

In the end, I died from overwork while delivering food.

When I opened my eyes again, I was back on the day I got kicked out of the manor.

After taking the two hundred dollar bills, the first thing I did was buy a train ticket to my grandfather’s house.

If he didn’t want me to live off him, then fine! I wouldn’t.

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I walked back into the familiar yet cold living room of the manor.

My father stood across from me, his eyes void of warmth—only disappointment and disgust.

My half-brother, Leroy, leaned lazily against the expensive leather sofa, one leg crossed over the other, a mocking grin tugging at his lips.