After Rebirth They Want Me Back novel Chapter 2

Chapter 2 

Phoebe had long since stopped caring about her biased family. To her, it was like they didn’t even share the same blood. 

When she was just a kid, Jamar had lost her, plain and simple. She ended up in the hands of human traffickers, nearly sold into a brothel. 

Her life had nearly been ruined beyond fixing. If it hadn’t been for a stranger who saved her and took her in, she didn’t even. want to think about where she’d be now. 

The words Phoebe threw at the Jenkins family hit them like a punch to the gut. They stood there, faces frozen in shock. 

They never saw it coming. Never thought Phoebe would cut them off so coldly–no second–guessing, no hesitation, not even a backward glance. 

Sienna curled up in Lydia’s arms, her face full of guilt as she threw nervous looks at Phoebe. “No, I should be the one leaving. I’m sorry–I didn’t mean to take anything from you. I just… really wanted that part, and that’s why Leon came to you. 

“Now, I don’t even want it anymore, so you don’t have to feel bad. I don’t want Mom, Dad, or the boys stressing over this because of me.” 

Her fake apology was pure manipulation–acting all sweet and self–sacrificing, trying to make it seem like she wasn’t stealing anything from Phoebe. 

But underneath, she was planting the idea that Phoebe was just being dramatic, throwing a fit to get her way. 

As expected, the Jenkins family’s faces grew even darker, the tension thickening like a storm about to break. 

Phoebe locked eyes with Sienna, unflinching, and tore through her act without mercy. “Cut the innocent crap. I’m not falling for it.” 

She’d stopped caring about “family loyalty” a long time ago, and she sure as hell wasn’t going to sugarcoat things now. 

Phoebe said, her voice cold and razor–sharp, “You’ve been pulling this ‘I’ll leave‘ stunt for years, but guess what? You never actually do. Your fake retreats make me want to vomit, and honestly, it’s pathetic that anyone still falls for it. 

“You don’t need to come to me for anything. One word from you, and the whole Jenkins clan would bend over backward to give you whatever the hell you want. So don’t bother with those guilty looks–I don’t give a damn what these people think of me anymore.” 

Her words sliced through the air like a blade, leaving an even darker cloud hanging over the Jenkins family. 

Sienna’s face flushed a dozen shades as she fought to keep her anger in check, wrapping her arms aroundvLydia, with a touch of resentment. “Mom, I swear I didn’t do it. Don’t listen to a damn word she’s saying about Dad, you, or the boys.” 

Inwardly, she fumed, ‘What the hell is wrong with Phoebe today? Is she losing it? How dare she come at me like that?‘ Despite feeling attacked, Sienna knew Phoebe’s outburst would only make the family turn against her even more, so she decided to keep her cool. 

As expected, Lydia was seething, nearly on respect?” 

the verge of fainting. “Phoebe, what the hell are you saying? Where’s your 

Phoebe just shrugged, completely unfazed. “Respect? Yeah, I was born with you, but you didn’t raise me. So I guess my respect got eaten by the dog.” 

The room went dead silent as the Jenkins family stood there, too stunned to respond. 

Lydia’s face was clouded with disappointment as she stared at Phoebe. “You’re still holding a grudge, aren’t you? Did we make a mistake bringing you back? 

“We’ve done everything we can for you this past year, trying to make things right. What more do you want? Why can’t you and Sienna just get along like normal sisters?” 

Her tone hardened. “Even though you’re our biological daughter, Sienna’s been with us all these years. She’s part of this family she’s my daughter too, and that’s not gonna change.” 

Phoebe used to let those words sting, but now they didn’t even touch her. “What have I ever tried to fight for? Since I got here, you and Sienna have been on my case every damn second. 

“No matter what I do, you make it out like I’m trying to get attention or steal something. If you’re that paranoid, go see a shrink. I’m done with your bullshit.” 

She reached into her bag, pulled out a bank card, and slapped it down on the table. “Here’s the so–called ‘compensation‘ you threw at me. I haven’t touched a single damn cent. And all that crap the butler bought? Keep it. I’ll pay you back in cash for whatever I used.”