Lahat ng Kabanata ng Reborn For Revenge: Kabanata 41 - Kabanata 50

**Emma's POV**"But Mother, that is a bit much. You want the wedding to happen in a month?" Amory's father, Mr. Mantin, asked with a deep, gravelly voice that carried a mix of disbelief and hesitation.His question prompted a sharp response from Amory’s grandmother, the Chairwoman, who was lounging comfortably on the plush couch, her legs elegantly crossed. She was a woman of sharp resolve, and her opinion often held final sway in the their family.“If it’s going to happen, why wait?” she asked, her tone smooth but firm. “Don’t you agree?”Madam Elizabeth, Amory’s mother, hesitated for a moment before shaking her head, a gentle frown creasing her brow. She leaned slightly forward from her seat, her hands neatly clasped in her lap. “But, Mother, next month is way too soon,” she began, her voice soft but filled with worry.Mr. Mantin, catching on quickly, nodded in agreement. “You think so too, don’t you? It’s going to be difficult to pull off a wedding that fast,” he said, his gaze bri

Zayn's presence felt like a storm had swept into the room, darkening everything around us. I could barely breathe as he stepped closer, his eyes locked onto mine, burning with an emotion I couldn’t decipher. Was it pain? Anger? Betrayal? It was all there, tangled in the intensity of his gaze.One of the workers panicked and tried to stop him. “S-sir!” she stammered, but Zayn pushed past her without hesitation, his eyes never leaving me. Amory was on his feet in an instant, his protective instinct kicking in. He stood close, but Zayn didn’t even glance at him. His focus was solely on me as if the world had shrunk to just the two of us.“It wasn’t enough to marry another man?” Zayn’s voice cracked with a bitterness that sent chills down my spine. He stopped right in front of me, towering, but I didn’t flinch. I couldn’t. His words weighed heavily, more painful than any physical blow. “You had to pick the same bridal shop?” His lips curled into a smirk, though his eyes glistened with un

Amory leaned in closer, his breath ragged with fury as he grabbed Fielding’s shirt tighter. His knuckles whitened as his grip tightened, his face only inches away from Fielding’s. The room felt charged, the kind of static tension that makes the hair on the back of your neck stand on end. Without warning, Amory shoved him back with full force, causing Fielding to stumble. His supportive cane fell from his hand, clattering noisily as it hit the marble floor. The sound echoed through the room, reverberating with a kind of finality that made everyone stop. Time seemed to slow as Fielding’s body followed, crashing hard onto the marble tiles with a thud that sent a shiver down my spine. The silence that followed was deafening. I couldn’t tear my eyes away from Fielding, now lying flat on the floor, his cane a few feet away, spinning slowly before settling still. Amory, not yet finished, leaned down again, grabbing Fielding’s shirt with renewed fury. I could see the storm of emotions brewin

"Where are you? Have you eaten?" Amory's voice came through the phone, deep and steady, but I could sense the underlying concern in his tone as I picked up."Yes, I ate with Grandmother," I replied, a soft smile pulling at my lips. There was a certain warmth in saying it aloud."Who?" His voice came out in disbelief.I chuckled lightly. "The chairwoman," I clarified. "She told me to call her Grandmother from now on. We went on a little date today.""What's the occasion?" Amory asked, his voice sharp, curious, waiting for the explanation.I paused, standing still next to a lamppost, my gaze trailing off as I gathered my thoughts. "You know..." I began, my tone growing more serious, "I owe you an apology, Amory. I was careless. I kept telling you to stop running from things, to face your fears, without knowing the full story. I... I didn’t know what it meant." I hesitated before pressing on, my voice filled with sincerity, pleading even. "So, I want to lead by example. I'm done running

Mother let out a dry, mocking laugh. "You’re surprisingly reasonable today," she remarked, the satisfaction dripping from her tone. "Then, will you give Elena the shares you're holding?"Grandpa paused, the silence heavy and ominous. I could just barely see the hem of his jacket from the crack in the wardrobe door. "Sure, I should," he muttered finally. "Why don't you schedule a board meeting? Let's settle everything at once.""Great idea," Mother’s voice chimed with an eerie satisfaction. Her tone was almost celebratory. "Then, please don't tell Emma things she doesn’t need to know. Can I trust you?"Grandpa’s voice quivered with curiosity. "Things she doesn’t need to know?"Mother paused, and I leaned closer to the closet door, straining to hear every word."For example..." Her words came slowly, each one calculated, each one stabbing through the silence. My heart raced as I pressed my ear closer to the wardrobe door, every muscle in my body tense. "...Emma, you are our family’s rea