Rebirth: She Cuts Ties and Takes Revenge (Noelle Kain) novel Chapter 285

hapter 285 Breaking Dawn

The moment the video started, it opened right on a wide–angle shot of the dance studio.

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Mick was in all–black activewear, his hair damp with sweat. Every move landed clean against the beat of Breaking Dawn, hitting hard with power and precision.

He had slowed the whole thing down a little. On purpose, obviously. Just enough for every transition to show. No gimmicks. Just sharp lines, crisp turns, and rhythm that hit like static electricity. Even toned down, he looked explosive.

And at the end, when he held that final pose and locked eyes with the camera? It was sharp. Still. Direct.

Twitter went into meltdown.

MickStudioDance

It shot straight to the top of the trending page.

Kingstowne University.

“Aaahhhhhh!!!”

Eleanor let out a scream so loud the whole hallway echoed. “He posted it! Mick just dropped a new dance video! And it’s Breaking Dawn! I swear I’m not imagining this!”

The other girls rushed over, crowding behind her like a pack of sugar–high puppies. Gasps flew left and right, and every few seconds someone squealed again.

“It’s actually Breaking Dawn! The camera work is insane!”

“Look at that control! His face? Absolute perfection!”

“Move! I need to learn this now! This is like a blessing from the gods!”

“But wait. Isn’t it kinda weird? Mick never shares his practices. What made him post this?”

“I know why! He must’ve read our minds! He knew we were trying to figure out his choreography, so he just gave us the full routine! I’ll love him forever!”

The whole room exploded. Girls were screaming, jumping, trying to copy his footwork and freaking out over his outfit.

Everyone, that is, except Noelle. She was slouched on the bench, lazily scrolling through her phone. She was already thinking about where to have dinner with Sebastian tonight.

VIP Suite, municipal hospital.

Mick’s left leg was strapped into a suspension brace. He was stretched out on the hospital bed, tablet in one hand, a half–eaten apple in the other, looking like he was seconds from losing his mind to boredom.

The tweet he’d just posted? Already blowing up. Fans were losing it in the comments, throwing around every possible theory about why he would suddenly drop a practice video.

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Chapter 285 Breaking Dawn

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Some were sure it was a hidden message. Others were cracking jokes about a secret girlfriend making him soft. That one made his jaw tighten.

Tch.

He only posted it because that woman treated his injury.

She practically begged him for it. So fine. He let it happen.

He smirked, then gave his suspended leg a lazy swing.

Roger walked in holding a glass of warm water. The second he saw Mick lying there like a rebellious teenager, his eyelid twitched. “My little menace, what did the doctor just say? That leg needs rest and stillness. Not attitude and fruit cores. Toss that thing. Lie still.”

Mick didn’t even look up. He took another loud bite and mumbled, “Lying still is boring. I’m strapped in just fine. It’s not like I’m doing cartwheels.”

To make his point, he wiggled his elevated leg on purpose.

“You little-”

Roger’s blood pressure shot up. He slammed the water onto the nightstand and marched over to shove Mick’s leg back down. “Do you think this is a playground? That brace isn’t a swing! You just finished rehab! What did Dr. Kain say, huh?”

“Absolute immobilization and relaxation.‘ Yeah, yeah, I know.”

Mick cut in without missing a beat, voice relaxed and smug. “Roger, you sound like a broken record. I am relaxed. A good mood helps with recovery.”

Just to get on his nerves, Mick shifted into a more “comfortable” position. His leg twitched again, violating every rule on the list.

Roger dragged in a slow breath. A full–blown migraine was already brewing. Without another word, he pulled out his phone and held it up for Mick to see. Noelle’s name was on the screen. His voice dropped to a cold warning. “Move again. I dare you. I’ll call Dr. Kain this second.”

Mick froze.

Gone was the sass. The apple didn’t feel nice anymore.

His eyes snapped to the name, locked onto it like a missile. And then, just like that, he flipped back into a model patient. Laid flat, leg stiff, zero movement.

He tossed the apple like it was poison and folded his hands over his stomach, face wide–eyed with fake innocence. “Roger, you’re absolutely right. I should rest. I’ll stay still. Can I get some water, though? Staying hydrated helps the healing process!”

The switch was instant. Award–winning, even.

Roger just stared at him.

Caught somewhere between laughing and losing his mind.

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