All Chapters of I Was Reborn To Marry This Annoying Man?: Chapter 201 - Chapter 210

Confusion still lingered in the hall—when suddenly—"Report to Marshall Cross."The commander of the Helios Vanguard Special Force stepped forward and saluted.The rest of his unit followed in unison.The gesture was sharp.Precise.Absolute.Lucien simply nodded.Casual.As if it were nothing.But for everyone else—It was everything.Sebastian froze.Only now did he truly look at Lucien.Study him.Then—A memory surfaced.—A night in Aurelia.A high-level military gathering.One he had only been lucky enough to attend.It was the ceremony—where the youngest Marshal in history was elevated as an Elder of the military.He had only caught a glimpse back then.Just a fleeting moment.But that face—That presence—He would never forget it.—Sebastian's body shook.He stood up abruptly."You—"His voice broke."Lucien Cross…""…the youngest Elder of the Army of Aurelia!"The hall fell silent.Everyone froze.Youngest… Elder?That meant—His rank—Was beyond imagination.Even Kazuki s

Lucien opened his mouth to speak—But Lucio cut him off immediately."Don't say anything," he said firmly. "It's final. Both families have already agreed."Lucien smirked."Fine," he said lightly. "What can we do if you want something high-profile?""Of course," Lucio replied without hesitation. "My son is getting married. It has to be grand."A pause."And you're marrying the only heir of the Valeza family."He leaned back slightly."Don't you want to see how beautiful she'll be on your wedding day?"Lucien glanced at Seraphina.For a brief moment, he imagined it—Her in the most exquisite gown in the world.He nodded slowly."Alright."A faint smile appeared on his lips."It's not like I'll get married more than once.""So I agree."Then he looked at Seraphina."Right?"Seraphina smirked and nodded.Everything was already decided.What else could she say?If anything—Lucien was the only one who had been resisting.Lucien reached out and held her hand."We'll head upstairs," he said

Seraphina looked at him blankly."…Are you serious?"Lucien nodded.His expression didn't change.Seraphina exhaled softly.She didn't know where to begin.Then she remembered."Do you remember," she said slowly, "when I asked you if you believed in a second life?"Lucien nodded again.Still serious.Still listening.Seraphina hesitated for a moment.Gathering her thoughts.Then—She spoke."The truth is…""I was reborn."She looked at him carefully.Watching his reaction.But Lucien remained the same.Calm.Focused."…You're not going to laugh at me?" she asked, pouting slightly."Go on," Lucien said.Seraphina nodded.Then continued."In my past life…""After I married Julian…"She paused."At first…""He was kind.""He didn't rush anything between us.""I thought…"A faint, bitter smile."He was a gentleman."Lucien's gaze darkened slightly."But…""Everything changed.""The moment he took full control of the Hawthorne family."Her voice grew quieter."I became worse than a servant

In the days that followed, Lucien led Seraphina through the entirety of the Cross residence.The estate, already vast at first glance, revealed itself to be something far greater upon closer acquaintance. It was not merely a place of residence, but a living chronicle of the Cross family's long and enduring history. Where the Valeza grounds carried the weight of power and structure, the Cross lands seemed to embody legacy—quiet, expansive, and deeply rooted.They traveled through its many sections by golf cart and by foot, pausing at intervals in small stations built across the estate. Some were pavilions surrounded by ancient trees, others were modest villas designed for rest. There, they would take their meals, spend the evening, and listen to Lucien recount fragments of his family's past—stories of war, of diplomacy, of men who rose not only through wealth but through influence and sacrifice.It took them a full week to complete a single circuit.During that time, Seraphina was intr

The fitting room beneath the main deck was quiet, but full of life.It was spacious, designed with elegance rather than excess.Soft lighting lined the walls, warm and flattering, reflecting gently off the large mirrors that surrounded the room. A wide vanity stood at the center, covered with carefully arranged makeup tools, brushes, and palettes. Nearby, racks of dresses hung neatly—backup gowns, shawls, accessories—each one chosen with care.At the far end, a glass panel revealed the ocean outside.Waves moved calmly.As if unaware of the significance of the day.Seraphina sat in front of the mirror.Still.Composed.Her hair was half done, pinned carefully as the stylist worked through each strand. Another stood beside her, focused on her makeup, blending soft tones that highlighted her natural features.She wasn't wearing the wedding gown yet.There was still time.—Thirty minutes.—Then—The door opened."Chairman…"Irene's voice came first.But before she could continue—Anoth