All Chapters of Rebirth of The Forsaken Heiress: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

The only sound in the grand dining room was the clink of Sebastian’s wine glass on the polished oak table. He set it down. The noise was sharp in the suffocating silence.Eleanor watched him from the other end of the table, but the space between them felt like miles."Happy anniversary," she said with a clear and steady voice.Sebastian’s eyes met hers. They were flat, empty of the warmth she remembered. He gave a slight nod, a gesture devoid of meaning, and raised his glass an inch off the table before setting it back down. He didn't say it back.The silence that followed was worse than before."You insisted on this dinner, Sebastian," Eleanor said, breaking it again. "Yet you're saying nothing...""I guess I am," he replied."What is that supposed to mean?"Sebastian looked at Eleanor directly, with no hesitation. "Eleanor, I want a divorce."The words hung in the air. Eleanor’s carefully constructed composure felt as fragile as the glass she was holding. "You choose our anniversa

Eleanor's decision sent chaos through both families. No one showed it, but the Rothschilds and Eleanor’s parents were all scrambling behind closed doors, trying to make sense of Eleanor's choice. Lucian wasn't even supposed to be an option. But now, with the alliance still hanging in the balance, Damien and Sebastian refused to back down. They started showing up more. Too much, actually."Eleanor!"Eleanor was sitting on the patio outside the main house, sipping coffee and reading a book. The morning was quiet until Damien’s shoes clicked against the marble floor.“I figured I’d find you here,” he said, slipping into the chair across from her like it belonged to him. “Still drinking that awful black coffee?”Eleanor flipped a page. “Still interrupting people without asking?”Damien smirked. “I’m not here to fight. Just thought we could talk.”“Talk about what? You being mad I didn’t choose you?”Damien leaned forward and rested his hands on the table. “Eleanor, come on. You really th

Eleanor woke to the faint scent of brewed coffee wafting through the halls.The memory of last night lingered in her mind like a bitter aftertaste. Jane’s little accident had somehow turned into a full-blown crisis. The entire household had been in chaos. Eleanor remembered the way Sebastian rushed to Jane’s side like she’d been hit by a truck, and how Damien carefully carried her to the couch. It was like watching a staged play, and Jane was the star. And Eleanor? She had been the villain. As always.“Good morning, self. So I guess, everything is not a dream, after all. I’ve really returned,” Eleanor said as she stared in her vanity mirror.Eleanor brushed a strand of hair behind her ear as she made her way downstairs. She kept her steps steady, composed, and controlled. But inside, the tension simmered.As she turned into the dining room, her gaze halted. Jane’s already there. Sitting at the dining table. In her seat. She’s wearing a silk top that was probably taken from Eleanor’

The clinking of silverware filled the elegant dining room inside the Valemonts’ estate. Eleanor sat beside Lucian, her posture poised, but her heart was unusually light. Across from them were her parents, Leon and Cecilia, who were enjoying their meal quietly.But Eleanor noticed something. Her mother, Cecilia, kept glancing at Lucian. Not in the suspicious, disapproving way Eleanor had feared, but almost in awe. Her eyes narrowed slightly, studying his face like she was trying to remember something. Then, with the subtlest lift of her brow, Cecilia looked away, lips barely curving upward with amazement. Eleanor hid her smile behind her wine glass. Lucian’s transformation clearly wasn’t lost on anyone. Not even her mother, who was very picky when it came to physical looks.Moments later, Jane stepped in, pushing the serving cart toward the table. “The dessert is ready,” Jane said softly. Her eyes landed on Lucian and she froze. Jane nearly forgot to serve the plate in front of Ceci

It all happened so fast, and yet, to Eleanor, time stretched cruelly slow.“Mom… Mom!”The words slipped out in a strangled whisper, barely audible, as Eleanor’s knees buckled. She dropped beside Cecilia. Eleanor’s trembling fingers hovered on her mother’s unconscious body.Cecilia’s skin was clammy and her breath was shallow. Her eyes, usually so alert and full of restrained warmth, were fluttering half-shut.A jolt of panic coursed through Eleanor's body.“No. No, no, no… Not again.”Memories broke through her mind like splintering glass. The hushed doctor’s tone. The quiet funeral. The bitter smell of lilies in the cold air. Her father standing in silence, unable to look at anyone, and her mother… inside a coffin.Eleanor remembered it all now. A sob tore from her chest, but before she could speak again, the room tilted. Her vision narrowed into darkness, and everything slipped away.Lucian had been trying to free himself from Jane’s eager grip when he heard a thud. His eyes widen