REBIRTH OF THE FORGOTTEN WIFE
She gave up everything—her inheritance, her influence, her voice—for a man who never loved her.
Eliana Moore was the heiress to a billion-dollar empire in Manhattan. Poised, soft-spoken, and hopelessly in love, she walked away from it all to marry Ethan Blake—the man who owned her heart but never returned her love. For years, she lived in silence, enduring a cold marriage while Ethan gave his heart to her best friend, Ivy.
Until betrayal turned fatal.
When Ivy’s final act of cruelty takes Eliana’s life, she awakens in the past—on the morning of her wedding day—with every painful memory intact. This time, she won’t make the same mistakes. This time, she won’t love blindly. She won’t surrender her life for anyone.
From pawn to power player, Eliana embarks on a journey of self-discovery, calculated revenge, and ruthless transformation. The woman who once lived in the shadows is gone. In her place stands a force no one saw coming.
But rewriting fate comes at a cost—and as Eliana rises, she must choose between vengeance and the chance to love again… this time, on her own terms.
The Rebirth of the forgotten wife is a gripping tale of heartbreak, second chances, and the strength it takes to rise from the ashes.
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Chapter: CHAPTER SIXTEEN :When Eliana woke, the world was a blur of white. A dull, steady beeping filled her ears, and the harsh scent of antiseptic clung to the air. She blinked slowly, wincing at the sharp throb in her head. A hospital. Her fingers twitched against stiff sheets. For a moment, panic seized her—her hands. She turned them over frantically, ignoring the IV taped to her skin. She had breaks in some parts of her body,her head was wrapped in bandages . Trembling, she flexed each finger. They moved. They were stiff, but whole. A sob of relief caught in her throat. “Ellie?” The voice came from her side, ragged, desperate. She turned her head slowly to see Loretta, her hair messy, her eyes swollen as if she hadn’t slept all night. “Oh my God,” Loretta breathed, clutching Eliana’s hand. “You’re awake.” Eliana tried to speak, but her throat felt raw. She swallowed. “What… happened?” Loretta’s grip tightened. “The lights… they fell on you. You’ve got a concussion, a few cuts, but you’re g
Last Updated: 2025-08-22
Chapter: CHAPTER FIFTEEN : HER LIFE IS IN DANGER “I can.” She pressed the phone harder to her ear, trying to steady herself. “I just… I needed to hear your voice. To remind myself I’m not completely alone in this.” “You’re never alone, Ellie,” Loretta said firmly. “Even if I can’t be there in person, you have me. Always. Except of course in a worst case scenario, I die." she could hear the laughter in her voice. A small smile tugged at Eliana’s lips, though her heart still raced. “Thank you.” They spoke for a few more minutes, Loretta doing her best to distract her with talk of classes, mutual friends, and even a ridiculous story about her professor tripping over his own violin case. By the time Eliana hung up, she felt lighter—though the letters still sat like shadows on her desk. --- The day before the Gala, the conservatory pulsed with nervous energy. The halls were filled with snippets of melodies, frantic rehearsals, and students clutching sheet music as if their lives depended on it. Whispers followed Eliana whereve
Last Updated: 2025-08-18
Chapter: CHAPTER FOURTEEN : THREATENING ME The following weeks blurred into an intense rhythm of practice, classes, and restless nights. Eliana threw herself into the music, each session building her piece for the competition. But the threat lingered. Sometimes she felt eyes on her as she walked the halls. Sometimes she thought she heard footsteps behind her when she left late at night. And then there was Lucian. He appeared often, sometimes in class, sometimes lingering in the practice wing, always with that unreadable smile. Slowly, their conversations grew longer, slipping from cautious exchanges into something almost resembling friendship. Yet there was always a distance in him, a secrecy that tugged at her curiosity. She didn't know what she was feeling. One one hand was Liam with his ever gentle smile and voice and Lucian with his charming face. "well, Ellie better the devil you know than the friend you don't know." she said to herself after a date with Liam. He had come to pick her up after school one day. H
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Chapter: CHAPTER THIRTEEN : MOVING ON Eliana’s hand trembled as she held the note. The paper was heavy, almost luxurious, the kind of stationery one wouldn’t expect for something so sinister. The words, however, cut sharper than any blade. Stay out of the Gala. Or you’ll regret it. Her first instinct was disbelief. She stared at the note, reading it over and over, half-hoping the words would change, or dissolve into nothing more than a prank. But they didn’t. They stared back at her, bold and final. She was getting a lot of nasty notes these days. Was this all because of her decisions lately? was cutting off from Ivy and Ethan the right thing to do. She hadn't even been able to talk to Ivy these past few weeks. she didn't know what she was up to or what the both of them were planning. She swallowed hard, shoving the letter back into the envelope before anyone else could see it. Who would even care enough to send her such a threat? She was nobody here—just a scholarship student who happened to step into the comp
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Chapter: CHAPTER TWELVE : THREATS Eliana looked up to find a man leaning against the doorframe. He was about her age, tall, with dark hair that curled at the ends and a violin case slung over one shoulder. His hazel eyes were sharp, almost assessing. “You’re the scholarship student,” he said, not bothering to hide the hint of skepticism in his tone. “And you are?” she asked, keeping her voice neutral. “Leonard Cruz. First chair violinist. And the person everyone’s betting will win the Spring Gala competition.” His smile was slow, edged with arrogance. “That is… unless you think you can take the spot.” Eliana raised an eyebrow. “I’m not here for anyone’s spotlight.” She didn't care about any of that. She just wanted to pursue her dream. “Good,” he said lightly. “Because you won’t get it without a fight.” And with that, he left as abruptly as he’d appeared, the sound of his footsteps fading down the hall. Her fingers hovered over the keys, the challenge ringing in her ears. She hadn’t come here intending to compe
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Chapter: CHAPTER TWELVE : SECRETS The shadow moved first. A tall shape peeled itself from the black between the containers, its steps measured, deliberate. Not the same man from the pier — this one was broader, dressed in a long coat that seemed to drink in the faint light from the dock lamps. Eliana’s grip tightened on the box, the metal edges biting into her palms. She could feel her pulse in her throat. “Hand it over,” the man said. His voice was deep, not masked, but there was an unsettling calm to it — the kind of voice that didn’t need to raise itself to make a threat land. Liam shifted subtly, his body angling between her and the stranger. “You’ve got the wrong people,” he said. The man’s gaze slid over to Eliana, unblinking. “I don’t make mistakes.” Her thoughts skittered back to the photographs — her mother’s face, her grandfather’s impossible presence. The words on the letter that hinted at a death that “never should have happened.” Somehow, this man knew. “Who sent you?” she asked before she c
Last Updated: 2025-08-14
The Devil Who Bought Me
Natalie Grimaldi has always been a fighter. Rebellious, sharp-tongued, and unwilling to break under pressure, she’s spent most of her life enduring the cruelty of her uncle, Gideon Grimaldi , a greedy man who raised her only to use her as a pawn.
When Gideon announces that she’s to marry Viktor Roman, a Russian billionaire twice her age, in exchange for a debt settlement, Natalie is furious, broken and frustrated. On the day of the wedding something unexpected happens she is claimed in a contract marriage by California's most feared Italian Mafia family, LORENZO DE LUCA.
She finds herself being sold twice!!
Lorenzo doesn't know her name, doesn't care about her except his own gains(the real reason he bought her) but something in her fire, her refusal to bow, stirred something long buried in him. He buys her for something much more deeper —nothing more. But Natalie refuses to break. Even as he claims her body, her life, she hides her heart, planning escape, revenge, and freedom.
But the longer she remains under Lorenzo's roof, the more she begins to see cracks in his stone facade: his silence, his shadows, his haunting grief and most of all HIS SECRET. The real reason he bought her. And against every wall she’s built, Natalie begins to feel the tug of something she vowed never to give him—sympathy. Maybe even more.
As Natalie secretly builds her own power, forging connections and learning the dark truths behind Lorenzo's empire, she must face the hardest question of all:
Can she destroy the man who bought her, if he’s the first one who ever saw her?
Or will she fall for the devil who was never meant to love?
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Chapter: Chapter Forty-Nine : Commentary Natalie didn't know why she turned on the entertainment gossip channel that morning. She had woken up quite late, had her bath and was settling into her carefully laid out breakfast. She opened her phone and decided to scroll through some industry gossip. What she didn't expect to see was her name being mentioned as the top trending topic on instagram. she read the blog post. “The Perfume Queen’s Isn’t What She Seems…” 💋> Funny how everyone is obsessed with this so-called Rebecca, the mysterious mask-wearing perfume maker.But has anyone asked why she hides her face? What’s she covering up—scars, shame, or a double life? 👀Word is, she’s not who she pretends to be. Some of us know she’s connected to the some family drama. In fact… rumors say she’s the wife of a certain powerful man, playing the “mystery entrepreneur” card just to boost her image.Imagine that—living off his name while pretending she built her empire alone.Don’t be fooled. Perfume might cover the smell of scand
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Chapter: Chapter Forty-eight : Plotting Elsewhere, in the shade of a marble pavilion, Leila sat with her friends, her laughter sharp and cruel. Their glasses clinked as they whispered about Natalie. "your brother's wife doesn't frequent here anymore, we haven't seen her since the last time?" Camille said sipping her drink. Leila scoffed. "A lot happened since the last time. Lorenzo moved her to make peace." "oh, I see" Camille said but she didn't really see at all. She knew Leila was trouble and Lorenzo had probably moved his wife for her sake not for his sister's. "I don't wanna talk about her, she annoys my spirit." Leila.said. “I swear, she thinks she’s clever, see the way she acted the last time. "one girl sneered. Leila narrowed her eyes. “Clever? She hides behind that ridiculous mask, calling herself Rebecca. Perfume-maker? Please. It’s Natalie. I’d bet everything on it.” Gasps and murmurs rippled. "You should not make claims like that," Camille said with a low voice. Leila gave her a look. "si
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Chapter: Chapter Forty - Seven : Dirty The studio plunged into semi-darkness, shadows swallowing corners. The neon ring light above the set flickered once before Anita yanked its cord. Adrien cursed under his breath, fumbling toward the door, but Fiona’s voice cracked like a whip. “Don't move, This stuff is getting weirder with every passing second." Natalie’s lungs worked in shallow bursts. Every nerve screamed to run, but Fiona’s grip anchored her to the chair. The phone lay on the couch, black screen reflecting the glow of the emergency exit sign. Silent now, but poisonous as a coiled snake. Anita shoved the bolt across the main door and whispered, “If they’re outside, Fi, we’re boxed in.” The workers started panicking. Fiona shot them a look. They reduced their voices instantly, limiting it to whispers. “Then we keep them out,” Fiona snapped. she turned to the workers. "And I think you all are more useful elsewhere than here. Take a break," Her eyes never left Natalie. “Look at me, Nat. Breathe. Whoever sent tha
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Chapter: Chapter Forty-six : What's Going on? Fiona’s jaw was tight. “Send it to him. If this is in anyway connected to Lorenzo, if this was on his ground, then he needs to see what someone is feeding you. Otherwise, they get to control the story. Everything you're trying to build might just come crashing down on you." Anita leaned against the table, arms crossed, her expression caught between fear and fury. “Fi’s right. Whoever’s playing this game wants Natalie cornered and doubting everyone. If we loop Lorenzo in, at least we’ll see if he flinches. Then maybe, just maybe I can make sense of what is going on here." “But what if he thinks it’s me?” Natalie’s voice cracked. “What if he decides I’ve been hiding something all along? You know what he’s capable of. And I still don't remember what happened the night his brother died." Silence filled the room, heavy as wet stone. Fiona finally crouched in front of her, forcing Natalie to meet her eyes. “Listen to me. This isn’t about blame anymore. It’s about survival. Right now,
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Chapter: Chapter Forty five : Memories from the past Midafternoon, a courier in a neat cap tapped at the studio door. “Delivery for Rebecca,” he said, polite and bored. Fiona signed, suspicious on principle, and set the long white box on the table. Inside, nestled in tissue, lay a bouquet of white lilies and midnight roses. It was indulgent and ominous at the same time. There was no card. "who could this be from? " Fiona asked. Natalie shrugged. "A fan? " she suggested. Fiona scoffed. Natalie leaned in and the scent rose, cool and heavy. Lilies—sweet, almost funerary. Roses, cut before their full bloom, that peppery green of stems. Underneath, a thread of something else… metallic, like rain on iron. Her stomach flipped. The room blurred. A sound—not sound—memory, perhaps: the crackle of tires on gravel. A laugh behind her shoulder not meant for her. A white cuff speckled dark. A ring—gold, carved with a griffin—spinning where it fell, the world holding its breath to listen. She was remembering. was it... That night? “Natal
Last Updated: 2025-08-23
Chapter: Chapter Forty-four : Defying the Threats The views on Natalie’s first video were massive. With the competition already approaching, everybody’s attention was fixed on it. Thanks to Fiona’s marketing skills, enough mystery and suspense had been created around her. Everyone wanted to know who Rebecca was—the girl with the mask who made perfumes. “We’re going at a hundred and ten thousand views already,” Fiona said excitedly, waving her phone like it was proof of some kind of miracle. Natalie smiled happily. “It really worked, Fi. You’re the best, I swear it,” she said, grinning from ear to ear. “Well,” Fiona flicked her hair dramatically, “I’m the best at what I do for a reason.” Natalie laughed, the sound bubbling up naturally for the first time in days. For once, the looming presence of Lorenzo, the shadows of Marco, and even her own fears about being discovered seemed far away. But Fiona wasn’t done. She leaned forward across the little café table they’d claimed that morning, her eyes shining. “You know wh
Last Updated: 2025-08-23
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