All Chapters of Reborn to Seduce the Devil CEO : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

The rain was loud, like a thousand crying ghosts screaming outside while I lay in my own pool of blood.My hands were shaking so hard I couldn’t feel the pain anymore, just the cold creeping into my bones fast.I looked up at my husband, the man I gave everything to, and saw nothing but disgust in his eyes.“You’re in the way, Eva,” he said slowly, like I was a broken toy he couldn’t wait to throw away.Behind him, my stepsister smiled, her hand holding the same knife that pierced my belly and killed our baby.“Poor Eva,” she whispered sweetly, leaning closer as if she cared, “you were never smart enough to win anything.”I wanted to scream, to curse them, to drag them down with me—but my voice was already leaving me.As the world turned black, I made one wish—I wished for a second chance to destroy them both completely.---I woke up gasping, sweat dripping down my back, my heart pounding like drums in a thunderstorm crashing nonstop.The ceiling above me was familiar, ugly pink with

I walked upstairs before she could say anything else, my heart racing but my mind clear. In my room, I went through my closet looking for something professional like Lucas said. Most of my clothes were soft, pretty, delicate things meant to make me look innocent and sweet. I found a black dress at the back, simple and clean, with long sleeves and a straight cut. I put it on, pulled my hair into a tight bun, and looked at myself in the mirror. I looked different. Harder. Stronger. Like someone who could actually fight back. My phone buzzed. A text from an unknown number: "Don't be late. Lucas." I smiled. He already had my number. Of course he did. --- I arrived back at Black Corporation at exactly six, my heels clicking on the marble floor. Lucas was waiting in the lobby, talking to another man in an expensive suit. When he saw me, he said something to the man and walked over, his eyes scanning me from head to toe. "Better," he said. "You look like you mean business now." "

"That's a lie," Julian said quickly, but his eyes were panicking. "Eva, you're clearly having some kind of mental breakdown." "Am I?" I pulled out my phone and opened the photos I'd taken in my past life—photos I'd hidden and saved before I died. Photos of Julian and Clara together at hotels, kissing, touching, laughing at me behind my back. I threw my phone on the table. "Explain those." Julian grabbed the phone, his face going white as he scrolled through the pictures. My father took the phone from him, looking at each photo with shaking hands. "When were these taken?" my father asked quietly, dangerously. "Does it matter?" I said. "The point is, I'm not marrying a man who betrayed me with my own stepsister." "Eva," Julian started, but my father held up his hand. "Get out," my father said to Julian, his voice like ice. "Get out of my sight right now." Julian looked between us, then practically ran from the room. My father turned to me, and I saw something in his eyes I'd n

Lucas's hand clenched on the table. "Eva isn't for sale, Chen." "I'm not suggesting anything inappropriate," Victor said smoothly. "Just a dinner meeting. Eva tells him she's trying to make something of herself, that the development would help the community, appeal to his better nature." "No," Lucas said flatly. But I cut in. "What's in it for me?" Everyone looked at me in surprise. Victor's eyes gleamed. "Ten percent of the development profits. That's roughly two million dollars if Bradford sells." Lucas turned to me. "Eva, you don't have to do this." "Two million dollars says I do," I said. "When's the meeting?" Victor laughed, clearly pleased. "Tomorrow night. I'll send you the details and background information on Bradford." Natalie leaned forward, her eyes on Lucas. "Lucas, we should discuss our partnership while they talk business." "We don't have a partnership, Natalie." "Not yet," she said, her voice dropping lower. "But my father and I are very good at making partne

Bradford laughed, the sound genuine and warm. "You want to buy my property?" "Yes. And I promise I won't turn it into luxury apartments. I'll preserve it somehow, maybe make it a community center or music school. Something your wife would have liked." "That's a nice dream, Miss Lancaster. But dreams require more than good intentions." "I know. That's why I'm going to work harder than anyone else. That's why I'm going to win." Bradford pulled out a business card and wrote something on the back. "Call me in six months. If you've saved fifty thousand dollars by then, I'll consider your offer seriously." I took the card, my hands shaking slightly. "Really?" "Really. But Eva, understand something. If you're still working for Lucas Black in six months, I won't sell to you. That man is poison, and I won't contribute to whatever he's building." "Lucas isn't poison," I said, surprising myself by defending him. "Then you don't know him well enough yet." We finished dinner with small tal