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Chapter 15: Two Pairs of Hands
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Reborn as the Wife He Killed Chapter 16: The Familiar Study
Alia followed Marcellus, her hand in his, her mind occupied by the subtle differences between the brothers’ hands. Step by step, she allowed herself to be guided toward the study. The moment they crossed the door, her gaze was immediately drawn to the room before her.It was an opulent study, fitting for someone of Marcellus’s stature as the wealthiest man in the city. The space was vast, with a soaring ceiling adorned with intricate floral carvings. A massive crystal chandelier hung at its center, radiating brilliant light that reflected off the polished surfaces of the room. Dark oak bookshelves lined the walls, filled with heavy tomes whose embossed covers and gilded titles spoke of immense value.At the heart of the room stood a grand desk, its finely carved legs and intricate surface detailing a testament to exquisite craftsmanship. On it sat an antique globe and a gilded quill pen, its ink bottle emitting a faint, fresh scent as if waiting for its owner to write at any moment.N
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After her initial shock subsided, Alia took a deep breath, forcing herself to calm down. She slowly sat back in her chair, pretending to be nonchalant, though her vigilance was at its peak. Suddenly, a thought flashed through her mind—did this mean she was already close to the legendary “Holy Grail”?Her eyes instinctively scanned the room—the arrangement of the bookshelves, the patterns on the walls. With her years of experience as a thief, she was certain this room held secrets. Perhaps a hidden chamber, and perhaps the Holy Grail was concealed within.As she became absorbed in her observations, Marcellus suddenly appeared before her. He bent down, his deep eyes locking onto hers, and with his long, elegant fingers, he gently lifted her chin. His voice was soft and low, carrying a hint of tenderness.“Darling, what’s wrong? What are you looking at? Or… searching for?”Alia stared at Marcellus. His gaze was tender and affectionate, his tone filled with concern, but this only made her
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“Me??”Alia jolted out of the intimate atmosphere that had enveloped her, her mind suddenly filled with a cacophony of question marks. She stared at Marcellus, dumbfounded, and instinctively repeated his words, hoping she had misheard.As a former thief in her past life, Alia was no stranger to lavish balls. In fact, she had perfected the art of maneuvering through them, making a clean getaway with her spoils. The elegant music, dazzling lights, and the chatter of the wealthy had always been her workplace. But planning a ball? That was a completely different story!She tried to mask her panic, pressing her lips together and speaking in the calmest voice she could muster.“Marcellus, are you sure you want me to handle this? I… might not be as skilled as you think.”Marcellus, however, seemed unperturbed. He smiled faintly, clearly oblivious to her internal turmoil.“My dear, don’t worry. This isn’t your first ball—you’ve done wonderfully before. You’ll do so again. I believe in you.”“
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Alia’s heart pounded in her chest like a war drum. She stared at her reflection in the mirror, then at the pair of tender eyes gazing at her from behind. For a fleeting moment, she felt a pang of hesitation: perhaps she could set aside her dangerous doubts, leave behind the bitter memories of her past life, and choose to stay here in the castle, living a peaceful and happy life with Marcellus.After all, Marcellus’s gentleness and care didn’t seem like a façade. She could feel the sincerity of his affection, a warmth so genuine it was like a campfire in the dead of night, coaxing her weary soul to long for solace and dependability.Yet, that hesitation lasted only a heartbeat before Alia snapped herself back to reality. Taking a deep breath, she buried the momentary softness within.“Don’t be foolish, Alia,” she silently chided herself.No matter how deeply this man seemed to care for her, his love was for “Livia,” not “Alia.” She was merely a soul occupying Livia’s body, always an im
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After a moment of waiting, Alia finally managed to regain a semblance of calm from the day’s chaos. Her thoughts, like a small boat caught in a rushing current, had finally found the shore, leaving her utterly drained.Initially, she had been brimming with determination, planning meticulously how to set up training equipment and prepare for any unexpected emergencies. However, Elias’s sudden appearance had stirred her emotions, momentarily making her forget her precarious situation. Then, as if rising from the depths, vague but persistent doubts returned—who had wronged her? Who had dragged her into this inescapable enigma?When Marcellus unexpectedly appeared at the training grounds, her nerves spiked. She feared he might discover Elias’s presence and even began to question whether she had inadvertently revealed something herself. Later, in the study, Marcellus’s intimate gestures left her conflicted. His tender gaze, the warmth of his light kisses, and the deep affection in his whis
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Alia took a deep breath, pushing aside irrelevant thoughts. The most important matter now was preparing for the ball. She looked up at Elise and asked, “Before Marcellus left, did he leave any instructions for you?”Elise nodded, handing over a list. With a gentle tone, she said, “Master specifically asked me to give you this guest list so you could familiarize yourself with it in advance. These are the important attendees of the ball, and he hopes it will help you navigate the event with ease.”Taking the list, Alia’s gaze swept across the names. Her hand froze for a moment when she saw a familiar name—her “father.”Since rebirth, she hadn’t sought out this “father,” and he hadn’t visited her either. Their relationship, evidently, was distant at best. What shocked her even more was the name of a woman listed beside his, marked as “wife.”This wasn’t Livia’s mother but another woman altogether.Alia’s brows furrowed slightly as she recalled what Elise had mentioned before: after Livia
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Alia’s heart raced wildly, and the sound of footsteps grew louder. Cold sweat trickled down her forehead without her realizing it. She quickly reacted, sneaking around to hide behind the curtains, trying her best to blend into the darkness. Her ears strained to catch every movement of the approaching steps.Through a gap in the curtains, she glimpsed a soldier in the corridor. The soldier, holding a rifle, walked with steady and deliberate steps, clearly patrolling the house. Alia knew that if she was discovered, the consequences would be dire.What should I do? she cursed inwardly, her situation worsening by the second. She gently moved a few steps to the side, trying to avoid the soldier’s line of sight, but she knew she had no way out now.Just as she was on the verge of despair, suddenly, powerful hands grabbed her waist. There was no warning—Alia didn’t even have time to react. She was yanked up into the air before she could make a sound. The force was swift and light, as though
Huling Na-update : 2024-12-05Reborn as the Wife He Killed Chapter 23: Sisters
“Alia, Alia.” A cheerful and slightly excited voice abruptly pulled Alia from her tangled thoughts. She looked up sharply and saw her younger sister, Lianna, standing at the doorway. Dressed in a pale yellow knee-length dress with a matching silk ribbon around her waist, Lianna exuded a lively charm, like a bright little bird brimming with vitality. A faint smile played on her lips, and her sparkling eyes carried a hint of mischief, as if she could always find joy wherever she went.“I just heard Marcellus say there’s going to be another ball!” Lianna said as she approached, skipping lightly around to Alia’s side. She tugged gently at Alia’s sleeve, her tone brimming with excitement. “How wonderful! Let me help you with it.”Alia froze for a moment, her emotions stirring into a quiet turmoil. Lianna, as always, appeared pure and carefree, seemingly untouched by the worries of the world. In contrast, Alia felt weighed down by invisible burdens pressing heavily on her shoulders.“You se
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Reborn as the Wife He Killed Chapter 170: A Tender Night
Livia’s eyes lingered on Marcellus’s hand—still gently wrapped around hers, firm yet reassuring. Her heart skipped a beat. In the soft light, their shadows stretched along the wall beside the bed, wavering slightly as if echoing the tremble in her chest. She exhaled slowly, almost soundlessly, and stepped closer. Every movement she made was featherlight, like she feared even the quietest sound might shatter the fragile stillness between them.She loosened the outer robe draped over her shoulders and let it slide down, the fabric rustling faintly against her skin. One hand unfastened her sash with quiet precision. She moved slowly, with the care of someone unsure if they were allowed this moment. Her every motion—removing each layer, folding her clothes, placing them neatly on the bench beside the bed—carried a sense of reverence, as though this small act of undressing held weight beyond its simplicity.With a breath held, she lifted the blanket’s edge and eased herself into the bed. T
Reborn as the Wife He Killed Chapter 169: I was getting to know you all over again.
Time slipped by quietly, unnoticed. As the conversation between the two deepened, they grew more engrossed, the warm golden light in the hospital room spreading between them like a soft, tranquil embrace.Livia was leaning over the final map, her voice low and focused: “If we reroute through the East Corridor, would that—”She stopped mid-sentence.It suddenly dawned on her that Marcellus, propped against the headboard beside her, looked pale and exhausted. A sheen of sweat clung to his forehead. Though he was clearly forcing himself to stay alert for their discussion, his body had long reached its limit.She frowned slightly, frustrated with herself. Closing the file folder, she murmured, “…Sorry, I got too carried away. I forgot you’re still recovering. I should’ve let you rest earlier.”With that, she stood up and quietly walked over to the simple spare cot on the side of the room, ready to let the night pass in silence and pick up their unfinished plans tomorrow.But just as she l
Reborn as the Wife He Killed Chapter 168: Tonight, I’ll Stay With You
Elias was just about to stand up, brushing down his cloak as he prepared to leave the room with Livia. But just as he moved, Livia’s voice rang out—soft, even-paced, but carrying a quiet firmness that left no room for doubt:“Tonight, I’ll stay with you.”The air seemed to freeze for a moment the instant those words left her lips. Elias and Marcellus turned to look at her almost simultaneously. Marcellus frowned, a flicker of surprise and instinctive concern in his eyes. Elias, meanwhile, froze in place, a look of stunned disbelief flashing across his face.Livia didn’t shy away from their gazes. She looked directly at Marcellus, her tone as calm and rational as ever. “There are still things I haven’t figured out. No matter how quickly you try to explain them verbally, it’s better for me to ask directly and clear everything up. Let’s settle the rest tonight—so there won’t be any loose ends in the handover.”“No,” Marcellus said at once, shaking his head, his expression unusually urgen
Reborn as the Wife He Killed Chapter 167: The Moving Holy Grail
Once again, she was reminded of who she used to be in her past life.Back then, she hadn’t met her master yet, didn’t even have a name. She was just a shadow slipping through alleys and street corners, someone who could vanish at any moment. Every morning she woke up shivering from the biting cold, her stomach hollow and aching. Every night, she curled up behind broken crates or next to trash heaps, falling asleep to the sounds of crying and fighting on the outer edges of the city. There was never enough food, never enough warmth—no trust, no direction.If she hadn’t met her master that night, she might’ve quietly died in some nameless alley.And now, the man before her was saying he wanted to build a new residential area—for people like she once was, people with nowhere to go.If what he said was real, if this expansion project could truly take shape, it would mean that in the future, there would be fewer people like “Alia.”In that moment, something sparked inside her—Livia… no, Ali
Reborn as the Wife He Killed Chapter 166: You’re Far More Gentle Than I Imagined
For a moment, the air seemed to still.Elias froze, startled, while Livia’s eyes widened slightly—she hadn’t expected such a simple, almost tender reason from him.Marcellus lowered his head a little, spreading out a planning blueprint and pointing to a corner of the map where a future residential area would be built. “There’s no real war at the moment, but unrest is everywhere. There are more and more vagrants and homeless people. They’re being pushed to the very edges of the city walls, sleeping in tents and abandoned warehouses… with nowhere to hide when it rains.”His voice was soft but carried a weight that pressed deep into the heart, each word deliberate and steady.“There just aren’t enough places for people to live. I used to think it was just a problem of resource allocation, but later I realized—it’s actually a matter of choice. Whether or not we’re willing to take one more step, spend a bit more, to give them a place where they can find shelter from the wind and rain.”His
Reborn as the Wife He Killed Chapter 165: A Place for Everyone to Call Home
Livia turned her head to look at Marcellus, and couldn’t help but sigh inwardly—he really was the kind of person who could never be ignored. She and Emma had come to their suspicions only after comparing their differing sources of information, cross-checking details, and reasoning things through again and again. That’s when they began to sense something strange about the whole situation, suspecting that someone else might be behind it all.But Marcellus had reached nearly the same conclusion entirely on his own, through nothing but personal observation and logical analysis—and his certainty even surpassed hers. That kind of insight and sharp instinct… truly impressive.Her gaze softened a little without her realizing it, though she quickly reined in her emotions and returned to her usual calm.At that moment, Elias spoke as well. His eyes narrowed slightly, and there was a cautious, skeptical tone in his voice. “I had my men re-examine the blast site. To be honest—if that explosion wa
Reborn as the Wife He Killed Chapter 164: Marcellus’s Guess
“Should we consider Eryx as our primary suspect?”To Livia’s surprise, Marcellus suddenly proposed this guess. His voice was low and firm, as if he had been thinking about this possibility for a long time.Livia was momentarily stunned, almost unable to react in time. Her eyes widened slightly, her mouth parted in surprise. “Primary suspect?” she repeated, her voice tinged with astonishment. She hadn’t expected Marcellus to directly label Eryx as their primary suspect.Marcellus nodded, a determined glint flickering in his eyes. He continued, “Yes, I now strongly suspect that everything, from your kidnapping to my attack, and even the hidden conspiracies behind it all, was orchestrated by Eryx. A long time ago, I noticed that he seemed to have some sort of collaboration with Edgar, and his obsession with the ‘Holy Grail’ far exceeds what would be considered normal. This makes me more certain that he is involved.” He paused, gazing deeply at Livia. “I’m sorry, Livia, I should have told
Reborn as the Wife He Killed Chapter 163: Concealment
Marcellus slowly straightened his body. His expression, usually tight and severe, had softened with a rare trace of honest fatigue. Looking at Livia, who stood by the bedside, his eyes held a hint of genuine apology.“I’m sorry, Livia. I shouldn’t have kept everything hidden from you,” he said in a low but serious voice. “I promise you—once we find the ‘Holy Grail,’ I’ll tell you everything. No more secrets. And then… I’ll give you back the freedom to choose.”As she listened, something inside Livia stirred, like a taut string gently plucked.She couldn’t tell whether this was a true apology or a calculated attempt to smooth things over. But seeing Marcellus lower his head first, dropping his usual cold and stubborn facade, something in her own resistance quietly cracked open.“Forget it…” she sighed, her tone still weary. “Let’s just focus on which tasks I need to take over. I might be your temporary replacement in name, but I can’t come running to you for every little thing. Looking
Reborn as the Wife He Killed Chapter 162: Marcellus Without His Mask
Livia looked at Emma with a gentle gaze. Though her tone was soft, it carried a subtle firmness that left no room for objection. “Thank you, Emma. Don’t worry. Right now, your safety is the most important thing. I believe in you—but not everyone in this world will be able to trust you like I do. For now, it’s best if you rest properly here in the castle.”Her voice dropped a little, laced with caution and vigilance. “We need to make sure your identity remains a secret—especially from those on Eryx’s side. Only step in when it’s absolutely necessary. Your presence will matter most when the time is right.”Emma raised an eyebrow, about to speak, but Livia continued before she could.“And there’s something more important… I need you to watch over the study for me.”Livia’s expression grew a touch more serious as her eyes flicked toward the far end of the corridor. Her voice lowered further. “Eryx once tried to sneak in. His target was that file. Now that Marcellus is injured, he might tr
