All Chapters of Reborn to Marry My Ex's Enemy: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

POV Amy I burst into the house in a blur, racing through the halls and taking the stairs two at a time to my room. I slammed the door and turned the key in the lock, feeling like a stupid teenager who had just lost the man she loved because of a stupid revenge plot. The rationality I fought so hard to maintain collapsed instantly.Tears came inevitably—hot and abundant. I sank onto the bedroom floor, leaning against the door, and cried. I tried to stifle my sobs against the fabric of my clothes, holding back so the noise wouldn’t catch anyone’s attention. Not only that, but I knew Antony and Megan weren’t home, probably at April Enterprises taking care of family business, but I still didn’t want the staff to hear me. The last thing I needed was for news of my emotional breakdown to spread through the mansion’s corridors.I lay on the cold floor, face soaked with salty tears, for long, empty minutes. A film replay

POV SaraMy wedding day should have been the happiest day of my life. I had dreamed of this moment forever. I was beside the man I loved; that should have been enough for me. Instead, the day dawned gray and heavy, reflecting the suffocating feeling within me. I was alone in the guest room my mother had prepared, but I felt more isolated than ever.I dressed myself, sending the maids away. Peter had spent the night out, which wasn’t uncommon. He never tolerated questions about his whereabouts. He was a man of ruthless rules, and his constant absence was just another one of them. As I tightened the corset of my wedding dress, I realized with unusual clarity that what I felt for Peter was, in truth, a profound fear, far more intense than any remaining trace of love.I walked to the full-length mirror, observing the bridal figure staring back at me. The silk gown was beautiful, but it felt like a shroud. That’s when Amy came to mind.Her words, s

Amy’s POVThe asphalt seemed to vanish beneath my tires as I drove in a feverish silence. Beside me, Sara gripped her hands so tightly her knuckles turned white. The tulle of her wedding dress spilled over the passenger seat—a white, stained cloud contrasting sharply with the darkness radiating from her. Her green eyes, once so vibrant, were now dull, lost in the blurred landscape rushing past.Her dream of marriage lay in ruins, and I hated seeing her this broken.“Amy, why are we here?” She asked, her voice small and laced with confusion as I pulled up in front of the discreet yet imposing facade of Simon’s bar. “Simon’s bar? Why him? He’s Warren’s rival… My God, if my father or Peter finds out…”“That’s precisely why, Sara,” I replied, killing the engine and turning to face her. I took her trembling hands, feeling the chill of her skin. “No one in their ri

POV AmyThe following days were a blur of claustrophobic hours inside the mansion. I felt like a caged animal, watching the world through the heavy living room curtains. I knew that outside, in some unmarked car or around a strategic corner, Detective Silva’s men monitored my every move, waiting for me to lead them straight to Sara.The pressure was stifling. My phone buzzed constantly with notifications I refused to open. Simon. He had sent dozens of messages and called countless times. Every time his name lit up the screen, my heart gave a painful jolt—a volatile mix of longing and fear. I needed to know if Sara was okay, if she was eating, and if she was safe. But responding to Simon carried a risk I couldn’t take. If the police intercepted our communication, they would find the hideout, and the protective order would send me straight to a cell.To make matters worse, April Enterprises was hemorrhaging.I spent my mornings staring at

POV AmyThe silence following Warren’s declaration about the wedding grew so heavy I could hear the frantic thumping of my blood pulsing in my temples. He tucked the receipt into his jacket’s inner pocket with the flair of a magician finishing a masterstroke. Then, he flashed that rehearsed benevolence that once charmed me but now made me want to scream.“I’ve scheduled a dinner for tomorrow night at my place,” he announced, his voice smooth as if we were merely discussing the weather. “I invited several vendors and a top-tier wedding planner. We need to finalize the date, choose the flowers, set the menu… in short, we're preparing the event of the year.”I stared at him for a long beat. His audacity almost fascinated me. He truly believed that after paying off a debt with money of questionable origin, I would simply revert to the porcelain bride he so admired.“Don't bother, Warren,” I replied,