Semua Bab Rebirth of The Forsaken Heiress: Bab 1 - Bab 10

The room was quiet except for the gentle clinking of glass.Eleanor Valemont reached for her wine. Her gown shimmered with pale gold threads under the chandelier, tailored perfectly to frame her elegance. Everything about her spoke of wealth, power, and poise. She had been raised to embody grace in every setting. Even now, as silence stretched longer than it should, she kept her chin up and her expression calm.Sebastian, her second husband, sat at the other end with a glass in his hand. His tie hung slightly loose, and his expression was unreadable."Happy anniversary," Eleanor finally said, forcing a smile.He raised his glass, but didn’t answer the greeting. Instead, he took a measured sip and set it back down.Eleanor waited for him to speak. Some apology for being so distant lately, perhaps. Or an awkward compliment to soften his coldness. But none came. Just the silence.Eleanor shifted in her seat. "It’s strange… What’s with the sudden invitation to celebrate our anniversary?"

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.First, it was Damien.Eleanor was sitting on the patio outside the main house, sipping coffee and skimming through a tablet 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

Eleanor woke to the muted hum of birds outside her window and the faint scent of brewed coffee wafting through the halls. Sunlight filtered through the sheer curtains, gentle and golden, but it did little to warm her mood. 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. Her mother, called for ice. And her father barked orders at the staff. It was like watching a staged play, and Jane was the star. And Eleanor? She had been the villain. Again.“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.

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