Rebirth Snatching Back My Stolen Luck novel Chapter 61

Chapter 61

Relief flooded her features.

“I knew it,” Mom also said warmly.

I sneered.

Wanting forgiveness without effort-what did they take me for?

“But since you agreed,” I continued smoothly, “I’d feel bad not to accept. It’s settled then.”

“Starting tomorrow, you-Claire Brooks-will be at my beck and call. A month later, you’ll be considered to have earned my forgiveness.”

Without waiting for their response, I headed upstairs.

On my way down earlier, I’d thought of telling them my plan.

That I’d decided to move out tomorrow.

But why bother? If they could bring someone I despised into this house without asking me, why should I inform them when I left?

Tit for tat.

LILITH

Returning to my room, I found my phone ringing.

The screen flashed with an unsaved number, and Brandon immediately came to mind.

I had already blacklisted the last one he used to invite me to the rooftop café yesterday. Assuming it was him again, I ended the call and blocked the number without hesitation. With silence restored, I sank onto the bed and let my thoughts wander.

This time, I had truly lost hope in my parents.

Despite knowing deep down that they never loved me as much as they claimed, I’d once

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clung to a secret thought after learning about the restraints-the negative effects of luck stealing.

Maybe, I told myself, it was all because of that. Maybe they did love me, like May had sand back at the ballroom.

But no. I had only been deceiving myself.

Even if the restraints existed, May said it would only ‘block’ them from certain things, and not force their choices.

So, everything my parents had done was of their own volition. No one coerced them.

Just now in the living room, Mom had clearly watched the livestream. But it never seemed to occur to her what effect it would have on me.

The only person she worried over was Claire,

And my dad? He might not have been as vocal, but his silence was just as damning.

Complicity is still a crime.

I sighed.

It seemed the time had truly come to accept a truth: I had no luck with my biological parents.

As I tried to rub away the suffocating tightness in my chest, the phone dinged with a new message notification and I reached for it.

The message was from another unsaved number.

I was about to delete and block it when the text contents caught my eye.

{Hey, this is Marissa. I called you just now and you actually blocked my number? That’s pretty gutsy of you, baby sis. Anyway, this is Julian’s number. Save it, and also remove my number from blacklist. I need to talk to you.}

It was hard to believe, ridiculous even, but I didn’t have either twin’s number saved. And from the tone of Marissa’s message, the same was true for her and Julian.

We didn’t follow each other on social media either, meaning that we had no other way of communicating with each other, except face-to-face.

I bet the only number of mine they were familiar with was my bank’s account number, since

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they had a habit of sending me monthly allowances, birthday money, holiday and festivals

cash.

My lips curled in mockery.

This family was seriously f*cked up-courtesy of the ‘amazing’ parents we had, who, out of their own selfishness, had raised their children more like strangers than siblings.

Still, I did as Marissa asked, unblocking her and saving both numbers.

As if she had been waiting for it, the phone rang the moment her name was freed from blacklist.

“Hello.”

“You’re pretty obedient, baby sis,” her lazy voice drawled.

Knowing full well she couldn’t see me, I rolled my eyes. “What did you want to talk about?”

Marissa sighed. “Straight to the point, huh? You’re so not cute.”

“If you don’t tell me in five seconds, I’m hanging up.”

These past few days had been enough to give me an insight into her playful nature-pulling away the veil of awe and distance I once viewed her through.

“Oh, really? Your big sis is so scared,” she teased, feigning fear. But before I could hang up, her tone shifted. “So… I heard Mom brought that woman back home. Are you okay?”

I arched a brow, genuinely surprised. “That’s why you called?”

“Why do you sound so shocked? Like I shouldn’t check in over something as trivial as this?” Good. At least she caught the root of my question.

She took my silence as affirmation. “Fine, fine. Maybe I just wanted some gossip. So? Why did Mom bring her back? Have you met her already?”

Her voice carried more curiosity than concern.

Maybe I was bored. Or maybe I just wanted to tell someone and get it off my mind.

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