LOGINSam'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. Recognizing and accepting reality was one thing, Integrating into it was another. My husband, the familiar but strange Ethan Sterling. How should I handle him? I felt a headache coming on! The heavy, custom-made beaded veil seemed to have become heavier and it was almost giving me a migraine. I took a deep breath and carefully lifted the veil. I gently placed it on the white satin duvet that was embroidered with the Sterling family crest. "Miss, Miss, no, this isn't proper, you should quickly put it back on!" Lily, a maid who came with me to the penthouse, immediately widened her eyes in shock and stammered out her words. The Sterling family, being the nation's tech giants, made the CEO's wedding a spectacle of extravagance ceremony. In just half a day, Lily had seen so much that she had become dazzled and overwhelmed. She seemed to be feeling timid and inferior to the extent of not knowing where to put her hands and feet from nervousness. As she saw me lifting the veil, she got so frightened. "It's alright, no one else is here with us! My neck is aching and I couldn't breathe properly. I just want to take a rest, I will put it back on. Don't worry!" I twisted my neck to straighten it while raising my hand to massage it. As I felt a little bit better, I involuntarily let out a satisfied sigh. "But, won't that bring bad luck in the marriage?" “What! Why are you so superstitious?” In my previous life, I followed all the social rules from sitting stiffly for half the day without moving even a finger and what was the result? Was it auspicious? Could my life get any worse than that? "But this goes against the traditions of the Sterling, the will complain..." "As long as we don't talk about it, who will know?" I blinked and smiled to make her feel relaxed. "Miss, you're really something else!" Lily grew up with me and our rules were less strict. My smile finally calmed her and she grinned. Her anxiety and unease seemed to be calming down gradually. "You must be tired from the day's events already, aren't you hungry?" I smiled as I asked. **** Lily hurriedly nodded before shaking her head. She uttered slowly as if she just remembered, "Oh right," She pulled out a cloth napkin from her clutch. There were two bagels wrapped inside it. She presented them to me and said, "Miss, these were given by Laura, your sister-in-law, when we were at the airport. She said that you should eat this now so that you won't feel hunger in your stomach before dinner will be ready. I'm sorry, I nearly forgot about it." Lily just mentioned "Laura," my elder sister-in-law. "I'm so happy and grateful that my sister-in-law remember me!" I felt my nose tingled as I almost started shedding tears. In my previous life, due to my social awkwardness and naivety, my underwent great humiliation when he visited the Sterling mansion. Laura could not stand any wrongdoings. After having an argument with the Sterling matriarch, he threatened to cut ties while storming out with her husband and niece. From that moment onwards, we had no more contact! Due to this, the staff in the Sterling house mocked and belittled me behind my back while my mother-in-law and husband also took a strong dislike on my family. "Really, Laura is so kind. She has a heart soft despite her sharp way of speaking!" Lily watched as I took the bagels in her hands while staring at them absently and swallowing unconsciously. Feeling warmth in my heart, I took one bar for myself and offered the other to Lily, "Here, one for you too!" "Ah, thank you, Miss!" Lily beamed as she took it and bit into it right away. "Miss," Lily suddenly stopped and stared at me with a grin, she said, "The Sterling family is so rich, I wonder how many exquisite catered meals they have! In the future, Miss, you'll surely be living in luxury! As your maid, I'll also bask in reflected glory!" Lily's eyes gleamed and her pretty face showed a mix of innocence and longing as her mouth slightly smiled. My heart sank immediately and I felt a lump in my throat. "Lily," I thought for a moment before I continued speaking to Lily earnestly, "We have been together since we were little. I've always regarded you as a sister so I don't need to hide anything from you. As a small-town girl with a declining family business, marrying into a family like the Sterlings doesn't guarantee anything. My husband being the CEO means our days are not going to be easy!" "Why will that be!" Lily exclaimed in surprise. "You are Mrs. Sterling. You will be the main wife and you got married with a massive prenup and a publicized engagement!" "That's the reason why it won't be easy!" I stated decisively. "Our family's current net worth probably can't compare to the Sterling family's housekeeper's annual salary. I can not take a high position of power here because these socialites and corporate executives can not be convinced. Trying to do that will only cause more problems!" Lily was still puzzled, she kept staring blankly at me while forcing a smile. She shook her head. "I can't understand the 'social power' side of it." I smiled wryly at Lily's straightforwardness and her freedom from the cutthroat corporate world, there was no way she would understand that. "It's true! Lily, you just need to listen to me. In this house, don't take any unnecessary step, don't say any unnecessary words! Do you understand? Just remain invisible in the background." "Yes, I understand! I will only listen to you!" Lily replied with a relieved smile and kept looking at me adorably. A while later, I put the veil back on and covered my head while sitting upright on the bed. I heard the faint sound of footsteps accompanied by a cheerful and masculine laughter. As it kept getting closer to the suite door, my palms tightened and my body tensed up.Sam's POVHeavy, his arms held on while everything else cracked apart.Hours had passed since the attack, yet we stayed on the sofa in the suite. Outside, the estate sat frozen under strict lockdown - search crews moved across every corner, bright beams split the night air, distant barks echoed between trees. Inside, only silence remained between us. Light from the lamp curled gently around the walls, warm and low. His heart beat beneath my ear, a quiet pulse that matched the calm of his hands gliding over my skin.Nothing before had matched this quiet certainty. Safe like air filling a room without noise.That moment froze me like nothing before.Out here, the silence broke first - weeks of held breath spilling loose when my legs gave out near the old fence line. Each clue piled up, slow but sure, dragging down my chest like wet stone. Then came tonight’s fall, another close call among the trees, and suddenly it wasn’t something I could swallow anymore.Back I stepped, only a little,
Sam's POVInside the suite, peace held on tight. A quiet corner where everything else faded out. Here, breath came easier. Walls stood firm against the noise outside. This room refused to let chaos in.Once the shouting faded - guards rushing past flowerbeds, beams of light stabbing at shadows, the attacker vanishing into trees - Ethan led me without pause to this spot. All along he held my hand tight. His arm never left my shoulders during the walk, his frame angled slightly, blocking me from view of the house grounds.Locked, the door sat still. Drawn shut, the curtains blocked the outside. From one lamp on the side table, light spilled - soft gold spilling across the chairs and carpet.On the broad couch we stayed, Ethan's arm draped over my back. Against his shoulder my head lay quiet, drawn near by his good arm. Under my ear a rhythm pulsed - firm, grounding, real. Safety settled in deep, something I hadn’t known since long before now.More than a shield for the body.Deep down,
Ethan's POVA shriek ripped the darkness open, sharp as steel.“Help! Attack!”Sam’s voice.Running came first, thinking later. Down the path I flew, each step cracking against stone, breath jagged inside my chest. Voices barked from somewhere behind, sharp and loud. The terror rose - raw, thick, burning - a thing alive in my neck.Not her.Not Sam.Out of nowhere, I rounded the bend right when someone in a mask darted from the roses, one leg dragging yet still sprinting. A short distance off, Sam stayed frozen, chest heaving, arms up like a shield.A split second. He looked away, just once. That tiny moment gave me my chance.Fury took hold, hurling me forward into his space. My body moved before thought could catch up.Down we fell, arms and legs twisted together. Pain shot through my shoulder, still hurt from before, yet it didn’t matter. Fists flew toward his covered face - once, then again - the sound of breaking bone cutting the air. His arm jerked up holding a needle, swinging
Sam's POVBeautiful, yet trapping - that’s how the land spread around the house. Stillness held it, not peace.Tonight held the quiet of something waiting. They moved through it, unsure if prey or predator.Air felt necessary. Through a side exit I went, right when daylight started fading. Hours bent over files - poison results, Gwen’s messages, Victor’s money paths - had made the room tight. Thoughts raced, sharp and heavy. Motion called harder than thinking. Staff heard me say it was just a brief step outside, nothing more.Winding its way between rose blooms and neat hedges, the trail led onward - cliff edge ahead, sea thundering underneath. Silver spilled over the lawns; that half-lit moon hung low. My steps stayed even, breath quiet. Sharpness hummed under skin. Safety? Maybe. Still, something watched.Footsteps.Quiet. Measured. Moving with me, yet always a step beyond view.My pulse spiked.Still moving forward, I slid a hand into my jacket pocket, finding the tiny panic button
Ethan's POVSomething was wrong with Sam.Something hung in the space near her, thick enough to taste. Not since the crash had she carried herself this way - gliding past halls as if walls might speak. Where doors once cracked wide out of habit, now metal clicks sealed them tight. Late hours found her circling the study floor, each footfall carving thin lines into the dark quiet. Noise jolted her upright - an abrupt slam, dishes trembling on silver, sometimes just the far-off shrill of a telephone ringing unanswered.She was afraid.What really got to me was her silence on the reason. The not knowing ate away at my thoughts each day. Still, I waited. Each moment stretched longer than the last. Silence sat between us like a wall built brick by brick. What stayed unspoken weighed more than words ever could.That evening at the table, her posture stayed straight, hands steady near her glass. Each time Victor said something, her gaze slipped his way without meaning to. When Gwen came up -
Sam's POVThe study had become my war room.Three days passed without me stepping outside. Food arrived at the doorstep each time. Rest happened in pieces, scattered through nights on a narrow couch. Light stayed dim - just screens humming pale or a lone lamp stretching dark shapes along the wall.I was building the dossier.Out of everything gathered so far, each clue found its place inside one tight bundle - silent, complete. That folder sat heavy with truth, built line by line. Not a scrap left out. All of it lined up without needing words.Financial trails showing large, irregular transfers from Victor Sterling’s discretionary family trusts to the disgraced pharmacist.Messages from Gwen to the pharmacy, scrambled for privacy, spelled out exactly how much to take, when to take it, along with directions on how it should be given. Hidden words, clear steps - each note carried details others weren’t meant to see.Years la







