Todos os capítulos de Reborn On My Anniversary Night: This Time I Choose Divorce: Capítulo 1 - Capítulo 10

"Don't worry," Victoria said, reaching into her bag. She pulled out a small, clear vial. "I have a solution for that. One shot into her IV. Just a little of this will lead to 'complication' which will lead to her death." "What about her parents?" Adrian asked, his voice shaking. "Even if they disowned her, they're still the Walters. They'll want an autopsy if it looks suspicious." "Then you should call them now, besides they haven't seen her in years so if you call them now they will come running," Victoria whispered, her eyes gleaming. "Tell them she's dying and the doctor asked for family members. Call them so they can get here just in time to see her go. I'll do the injection while they're on their way." I tried to scream, but my lungs wouldn't take in enough air. I tried to twitch a finger, to kick the bed, to do anything to alert a nurse, but my body was a cage. "Open your eyes, baby," Victoria hissed, leaning over me. She used her cold fingers to pry my eyelids open. "I

I stood in the center of the bedroom, the silence of the house ringing in my ears. I couldn't wait a month. Every second the air in this mansion touched my skin, I felt like I was breaking out in hives. I pulled my old, dusty luggage from the back of the closet and began folding the few clothes I owned. It was pathetic, really. As I laid out a faded blouse, I realized I couldn’t remember the last time Adrian had bought me a single thing. My life here was a cycle of unpaid labor and emotional starvation. He didn’t touch me unless he was drunk; he didn’t speak to me unless he was criticizing the salt level in his soup. In my previous life, I had spent my nights sitting by the window, literal tears in my eyes as I begged for a crumb of his affection. Thinking about it now made my stomach churn with a violent, oily sickness. *Never again.* I needed concrete proof. From my past life, I remembered that while I was outside performing the "wifely duty" of taking out the trash, the house wo

Zion The black sedan rolled to a stop on the gravel driveway, its engine cutting out with a heavy silence that seemed to settle over the entire Walter estate. I stood there, my hands deep in my pockets, watching the way the sunlight glinted off the polished hood. This was supposed to be a simple transaction a political alliance sealed with a marriage certificate but the woman standing in front of me was not what I expected. She was a Walter, yes, but there was a strange, jagged energy coming off her, like a wire stripped of its insulation. "Who the hell are you please?" she had asked me just moments ago. I stared at her, taking in the way she looked in that dress. She was breathtaking, certainly, but it was the look in her eyes that caught me off guard. There was a haunted depth there, a shadow of someone who had seen the end of the world and somehow crawled back from it. I’d spent my life reading people across boardroom tables, and Harriet Walter was a puzzle I couldn't solve i

Harriet The drive away from the world I knew felt like a slow blur of green and blue. I watched the leaves outside the window, watching the way they seemed to smudge against the glass as Mr. Carter drove. I wasn’t really there, in that car. I was still back there, saying goodbye to my family, feeling the weight of a life I’d just signed away in a contract. "Are you going to look there forever?" His voice broke through the fog in my head, but I didn't move. I couldn't. "Ma’am, we are there." This time, he touched me. My heart gave a violent jump and my hand almost flew up to punch him out of pure reflex. I turned, my breath hitching as I caught those blue eyes of his. They were fixed on me, steady and unreadable. "What were you thinking?" he asked, his fingers moving to unhook his seatbelt. "Are you already regretting why you came to me?" I struggled with my own belt, my fingers fumbling against the metal. "I’d rather cry in a Lamborghini than cry in that place," I snapped. It

Alpha Carter :I woke up early like I always do because a restless wolf doesn't know how to sleep in. I spent most of the morning watching the sun hit the trees and thinking about how quiet the house felt even though it was full of people. Harriet was still asleep. I had the kitchen staff prepare a tray, nothing too heavy but enough to keep her energy up because today was going to be a long walk.I walked into her room carrying the tray. She looked small in that massive bed, buried under the white duvet like she was hiding from the world. I set the tray down on the nightstand and just watched her for a second. She looked peaceful which was a change from the terrified look she had when she first saw the gates yesterday.Her eyes flickered open and she groaned, squinting at the light before she realized I was standing there. She saw the tray of pancakes and fruit and a slow smile spread across her face."Are you trying to woo me over with this?" she asked. Her voice was raspy from sleep