Semua Bab Reborn as a Billionaire Heiress : Bab 21 - Bab 30

~Christian~I heaved a deep sigh as I arrived at the front door, ready to soak myself in my bathtub for hours after enduring hours of engagement preparation with Elena’s family and my grandfather, whom I had called during dinner to inform him about the announcement. We had a video call, and he was happy when he heard the news. In the blink of an eye, he made plans for the engagement ceremony, so we started preparation, and it was fixed in a week. Now I was back home, ready to hit the bathroom and get rid of the tiredness, and also Elena. We’ve been together the past few days, and I can’t stop thinking about her and the kiss we almost had. When I confronted her and she waved the discussion off, I knew she probably didn’t want it, so I didn’t want to push it, so I dropped it. After all, we were together for revenge, but I wished for more. I noticed a brown package at the entrance as I reached my door. I had placed an order, and, thinking it was it, I picked it up. When I reached my l

~Elena~ I felt my heart tighten against my chest as we both walked to the front of my hall, and I saw them. They were seated at separate tables, but somehow it seemed like they were together, judging me with their eyes. Ariana was seated at our family table wearing a black shimmering dress that calls for attention. It was impossible not to recognize her in the crowd, and as for Owen, I had not expected that he would come, not after how he was being treated by our grandfathers, but he was there seated shamelessly on the table with Christian’s family. Landon, his father, and the rest of their family were also at the table, and as our eyes met, my heart started racing fast, and I grew stiffen in Christian’s hand. He seemed to notice as he looked at me. “Elena, are you alright?” His eyes searched mine through his matte-black mask. When u didn't respond, he looked around and seemed to understand why I had suddenly become like that. Hethen placed his hand gently around my waist and le

~Ariana~“Where is she!” My father’s loud voice echoed as he made his way toward my room. I already knew he was going to question me about my actions at Elena’s wedding. I had been a fool to believe that Owen’s plan would work. He had made me believe it would succeed, and I had trusted him, but it turned out we had played into Christian’s hands.That smartass. If not for him, we would have successfully ruined Elena’s reputation. I should have been the bride. Everything Elena had now was supposed to be mine, but somehow, she had beaten me to it. This had never happened before. I was always ahead of her in everything, but now, it seemed like she knew what was coming and was winning at everything.The door to my room burst open, and I jumped off my bed in fright. My heart raced as if I had run a marathon, and I clutched the dress I hadn’t yet removed.“There you are!” he yelled, pointing a finger at me. “I am so disappointed in you. Why are you trying to ruin your sister’s happiness and

~~Elena~~I heaved a deep sigh and rubbed my hand over the engagement ring on my left finger.It had only been two days since the engagement, and I was already thinking about my decision. It wasn’t that I didn’t want to become Christian’s fake wife, but it was because of my health condition.Even if Owen and Ariana hadn’t killed me in my past life, I would have died from late-stage cancer. So now, as I sat in front of the receptionist waiting for the test results, I imagined how they would break the news once they were out.I had picked a different hospital this time—one where no one would discover my secret tests—because I knew my grandfather would be devastated if he ever found out I had glioblastoma.At least in this new life, I could do the things I failed to do in my past one.“Miss Elena,” a nurse called from the receptionist’s desk. “The doctor will see you now,” she announced.I nodded and stood up. I adjusted my sunglasses and the mask around my mouth.Just then, my phone ran

~Elena~Christian didn’t speak to me as we left the hospital. The silence in the car was heavy, and even when I tried to start a conversation, he turned on the radio, pretending not to hear me.As “All or Nothing” by Westlife played, I sank back into the car seat and stared out the window, gazing at nothing in particular.Tears streamed down my face as I thought about how the resets had upended my life.The tumor was gone, according to the doctor’s assurance, but doubt lingered in my mind. I needed to be certain. For my plan to succeed, I had to be in perfect health, and I was determined to fulfill the purpose of my rebirth.The rest of the drive passed in silence. Even though I stopped crying after “All or nothing” ended, tears welled up again when another emotional song began playing.Was this Christian’s way of punishing me? I couldn’t help but wonder why he kept the radio on, letting sad music fill the car.I glanced at him, but his eyes were fixed on the road, his fist gripping t