

Chapter 1 of On My Birthday, My Lover Wanted Me Dead With Him
At the stroke of midnight on my birthday, Elion Lennon called, his voice laced with a chilling resolve.
"Vernia Keller, it’s your birthday. Let’s die today and make your parents regret everything!"
"They’re the ones who refuse to accept us being together," he added, his words cutting deep.
Blinded by love and desperation, I couldn’t resist him. I raced to his place, my heart pounding with a mix of fear and devotion.
As we stood together, he began the countdown. On three, I jumped, only to hear his laughter echoing behind me.
Elion stayed where he was, his phone aimed at me, capturing the moment with cruel precision.
"Look at this fool," he sneered, his laughter hollow and cold. "I told Vernia to jump, and she actually did!"
The next morning, my mother, her voice broken with grief, called him. She begged him to attend my funeral.
Without a shred of remorse, he replied coldly, "I’m busy. I’m getting my marriage certificate with my fiancée today."
When I woke up in this new life, Elion was at my door, tears streaming down his face as he pleaded.
"Die with you? Why would I waste my second chance on someone so pathetic? You’re so poor; the only thing you’ve got left is your pride. Meanwhile, I have an inheritance worth billions waiting for me."
Elion froze, disbelief etched across his face before rage twisted his features. "Vernia, you witch! You never loved me!"
"You’re right. The love I had for you is long dead. But the desire to watch you burn? Oh, that’s very much alive."
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Just then, the soft click of my home’s password lock broke the tension. Elion barged in with his gang of lowlife friends. I recognized them from before; this was his audience, the same ones who had cheered him on when he humiliated me in my last life.
"Vernia, if you truly loved me, you’d jump off a building right now!" he spat, his voice trembling with anger.
I turned and gestured at the sprawling villa behind me, its grandeur speaking volumes. "And why should I?" I laughed, a sound sharp enough to cut through his pride. "Look at this estate, two thousand square meters of luxury. I have a billion-dollar fortune to inherit. And you? What do you have, Elion? A heart? Even that’s rotten."
He stood there, stunned, as the mask he’d worn for years cracked and fell. His friends shifted uncomfortably, their laughter fading as they glanced nervously at one another. Elion’s embarrassment hung heavy in the air, a sweet taste of the revenge I’d waited so long to savor.
The jeers erupted like a swarm of hornets. "Elion, didn’t you brag that Vernia was like your obedient dog? That she’d jump at your every word? Seems like your leash snapped!"
In my previous life, I truly was blind. I worshiped him, poured more than a hundred million into his ambitions, and obeyed his every whim, only for him to literally push me to the edge. His test of my loyalty ended with me plummeting from a rooftop while he laughed and recorded the spectacle. He didn’t even mourn my death. The next day, he had a shotgun wedding and a new life.
My parents had seen through him from the start. They’d begged me not to marry him, and for that, I cut them out of my life. They were right all along.
Elion’s jaw clenched as his fury boiled over. Grinding his teeth, he lunged at me. "You filthy slut! You’ve humiliated me in front of everyone. Let’s see how smug you are when I’m done with you!"
I spun to flee, but he grabbed a fistful of my hair, yanking me back like I was a rag doll. Pain shot through my scalp, but his smirk only deepened as he turned to his friends. "Watch this. I’ll teach her what it means to obey. I’ll show you how to train a dog!"
I hadn’t anticipated that refusing to die with him would provoke such madness. He had stormed into my villa with his pack of degenerate friends, ready to tear apart whatever shred of dignity I had left.
At that moment, I cursed my own recklessness. Why hadn’t I changed the password after my rebirth? How could I have been so careless?
The villa was silent, its vast halls echoing with danger. I was alone. My parents, the ones who had always disapproved of Elion, had been right to warn me. But back then, I couldn’t see their love. I had let Elion poison my mind, convincing me to cut ties with them, block their calls, and isolate myself entirely.
Elion had even manipulated me into firing all the housekeepers and security staff, claiming it was for our future.
He told me there wasn’t a child in this world who didn’t love their parents. The more I tortured myself, the more my parents would suffer, and in that pain, they’d be forced to accept him for my sake. Only then, he said, would we finally be able to marry.
"Let go of me, Elion! If you don’t, I’ll call my dad, and he’ll beat you to death!"
He kicked me hard, sending me sprawling to the ground. His boot pressed against my face, and his voice turned venomous. "Your dad? The man you haven’t spoken to in a month? Face it, Vernia. They’ve given up on you. Do you really think they’d still care?"
Desperation clawed at me as I reached for my phone, but he was quicker. One swift kick sent it flying into the swimming pool.
I watched helplessly as it sank to the bottom, my last lifeline disappearing beneath the water.
Pain wracked my body as I lay there, and regret flooded every corner of my mind. My parents had been right all along.
They had begged me to see the truth, that Elion was a man with no education, no job, and no character.
I had ignored their warnings, blinded by love that now felt more like a curse.

















