Rebirth Revenge Is Everything (Ariana) novel Chapter 575

At this moment, Ariana, who was in a deep coma, was utterly bewildered.

She stared blankly at everything before her. Right now, she was practically in a ghost-like state—no one seemed to notice her, yet she could see everyone else.

Most importantly…

It seemed she had returned to her past life. And the moment she arrived was right after her own death. Silently, she watched as Vincent and Jane disposed of her body. Though Vincent had inherited the White family's empire by marrying her, his actions couldn’t afford to be exposed.

Otherwise, prison would be his fate.

Ariana gazed absently at Vincent, who was frowning as he handled her corpse, her eyes dark and distant. If she hadn’t seen him again now, his image would have long faded from her memory.

So much time had passed.

Meanwhile, Jane was sneering coldly at the lifeless body of her past self, her voice dripping with scorn.

"It’s your own fault for being so stupid, so naive. And your greedy parents, too. Did they really think I didn’t know? Your father and that hypocritical mother of yours must’ve embezzled the inheritance my dad left for me! Trying to keep it under the pretense of raising me? Ha. Pathetic."

Her face twisted with such malice that it was impossible not to feel a deep, visceral disgust.

Ariana simply watched, cold and unmoved, as they desecrated her remains.

Her expression remained impassive.

Then, the scenes began to accelerate. Ariana watched coldly as Vincent, who had obtained the White family's assets through underhanded means, married Jane as he had wished. But marriage changed everything. Before the wedding, Jane had always played the role of the gentle, delicate woman—exactly the type Vincent adored.

After marriage, however, things were different.

Vincent had no intention of giving up his freedom for Jane alone. Naturally, she wasn’t happy about it.

Soon, the two began to argue.

With each fight, Vincent grew more disgusted with the woman he once called his "true love," and he returned to his old ways, chasing after other women. In the end, Vincent didn’t fare well either. He was never particularly capable to begin with, yet he had somehow gotten his hands on the massive White Corporation.

Who wouldn’t want a piece of that pie?

The biggest problem was that Vincent lacked the ability to protect what he had taken.

Before long, he was outmaneuvered—losing not just the White Corporation, but even his own family’s assets.

And the one behind it all?

None other than Lambert.

In her past life, Lambert had never met Ariana. Without that encounter, his plans remained unchanged. He systematically dismantled the main and secondary branches of his family, even turning against Old Mr. Stone. Back then, he had married Beverly for strategic reasons.

But Beverly, resentful that Lambert didn’t love her, constantly picked fights. Eventually, she even conspired with her own family to frame him—just to prove he couldn’t succeed without her.

The outcome, of course, was exactly what one would expect.

Beverly's fate was sealed—

Not only had the Lawrence Group been devoured by Lambert, but she had also been stripped of everything and cast out. And that wasn't all—almost the entire city of S had been subdued under Lambert's ruthless dominance. Yet, from beginning to end, the Stone family patriarch remained oblivious to the fact that Lambert was actually his own flesh and blood.

Amid the power struggle between the first and second branches of the Stone family, Hugh and his wife had perished in a car accident—a tragedy orchestrated by those very factions. Thus, the secret died with them, and the old man never learned the truth. To his dying day, he believed that the empire he had painstakingly built over a lifetime had been snatched away by an outsider. The bitterness consumed him, and he passed away in sorrow.

In the end, Vincent and Jane were left drowning in insurmountable debt.

Vincent leaped to his death.

Jane, too afraid to die but crushed by her debts, resorted to selling her body. Now, she lay sprawled on a tattered, foul-smelling couch, her eyes hollow and lifeless. Weak and drained, she stared blankly at the ceiling.

Was it regret that flickered in her gaze? After all, if she hadn’t orchestrated the deaths of her uncle and aunt, she would still be the second young miss of the White family.

She would never have fallen this far.

...

Ariana didn't finish reading—she recoiled instantly. In her heart, the past was already behind her. As for Jane and Vincent, she couldn't even be bothered to spare them a thought, let alone harbor any hatred.

Jane and Vincent were history.

The only thing that still weighed on her mind was...

Lambert, in her previous life, had been so cold, so devoid of warmth.

It truly pained her.

Just as Ariana was lost in these hazy thoughts, a sudden burst of excited voices reached her ears—noisy, chaotic, almost overwhelming.

She couldn't help but frown.

Had she been fully alert, she would have recognized what they were shouting: "Madam is awake! Madam has woken up!"