Rebirth and Contracted to the CEO

Sam's POV I had no choice!Even though I knew that the road ahead was full of traps and social warfare, I still had to continue.Fortunately, everything had just begun and there was room to turn things around! Since God had given me a chance to relive my tragic life, I must not let this second chance go to waste!To be reborn at this moment was a twist of fate, compensation and also a challenge!The endless hushed and expectant voices filled my ears. just like in my past life. I was so overwhelmed that I started feeling dizzy but I was still as compliant as a wooden mannequin.I obediently followed all the commands through the photo shoots and choreographed toasts until I was finally escorted into the luxurious bridal suite.The bridal suite was penthouse that overlooked the ocean while sitting on the custom-made canopy bed.The noisy and boisterous world finally quieted down but my heart still felt restless. The closer the moment of facing me husband, the more nervous I felt.Recogn

Sam's POVI lowered my head slightly to reveal my slender neck against the silk collar. My eyelashes trembled lightly as I looked up again. "Mr. Sterling, thanks for honoring the merger agreement to preserve the reputation of both the Wade Trust and myself. I am very grateful for that but since you have someone else in your life, I shouldn't be the one to take away the one you love. How about the two of us being just a Contractual Couple? Would you like to do that?"Ethan was obviously moved. He involuntarily took a deep breath and his gaze kept flickering. He was no longer composed as before. “A Contractual Couple?” he asked as if he was surprised that I could suggest such a thing!Seeing that he didn't say anything after that, I continued listing out the terms, "After one year, we can cite irreconcilable differences and quietly file for divorce. By that time, we will both marry who we want as our families would have finalized the business arrangement without any long-term complicat

POV: Sam'sFloating through the air was a scent of orchids - crisp, just-cut - mixed with rich coffee, sharp and dark. Underneath it all sat something quieter: tension, watchful eyes pretending not to stare.A beam of light spilled across the tall glass panels, glancing off wine glasses and polished spoons, making each corner shine like it was holding up a photo of me - someone out of place, standing among faces trained to see money as proof of worth. Then silence settled, heavy but clear.Stillness held me upright, jaw parallel to the floor, fingers resting soft in my lap under the cloth. That stitched square on my leg wasn’t much, yet somehow it braced me - fragile, still useful.At the top of the long mahogany table sat Mrs. Evelyn Sterling, ruler of her domain without ever needing proof. Silver strands pulled tight at her neck gave way to sharp eyes beneath. A navy jacket hugged her frame, crisp as morning air. That smile? It lit up just enough to keep you guessing. Coffee rose slo

Ethan's POVA twist in the gravel led between rose rows, each blossom trimmed sharp beneath the sun. Past where the stones turned, grass stretched bare toward stone cliffs cut above ocean swells. Air moved with brine and distant bird sounds scraping low. Peace might be expected here.It didn’t.Out front, Sam moved just a bit faster, her green dress glowing under the afternoon light, strands of hair drifting free despite the clips from before. When she glanced sideways at the scenery, the sharp edge of her face showed, while her arms hung easy, like nothing ever tensed her up. The sun held on to her shape longer than it should have.I had been watching.Since brunch.Since tea.That pistachio macaron changed everything when her teeth broke through its shell. A slow bite followed, savoring each crumb without hurry. Gwen meant to catch her off guard. Instead, silence settled in - heavy, unshaken by words. Victory came not with noise but stillness.A strange mix sat there, unnamed - half

POV: Ethan'sSmoke curled from the dying fire, filling the room with the scent of old wood. Cognac sat half-finished in crystal glasses near the hearth. A hint of jasmine lingered where Gwen had passed through earlier. Everyone settled into their usual spots after supper. These evenings happened without planning. Outsiders never came around then. Time moved slower among those who’d shared decades. Knowing one another deeply made silence easy.Facing the high panes, gaze drifting past them into the shadowed yard, drink held still, my eyes moved through the crowd like they often do - tracking who leans toward whom, catching pauses between words, sensing how warm or cold each exchange might turn out.Over by the window, Sam lowered herself onto the creamy couch next to Laura, back loose but aware. A gray knit hugged her frame, paired with clean-cut pants - not loud, not begging for notice - but pulling gaze anyway. Flames danced across the curls resting at her shoulders, lit up something