All Chapters of REBIRTH: I married the devil himself: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

First person's POV By the time I got home, it was already late at night. The gates slid open as my car pulled into the compound of our large house.I parked without lingering, stepping out and heading inside, my mind already shifting toward what I needed to do next, toward the plans that were slowly beginning to take shape, toward everything that mattered now.I paused briefly, my hand resting against the railing as I glanced toward the sitting area, my gaze landing on them almost immediately. It was Livia and my mother. They were seated close together, their posture relaxed, their expressions bright in a way that felt almost jarring after everything else I had seen that day.My body had already shifted, my steps angling toward the staircase again, my intention was clear. I wasn’t interested in whatever they were discussing, didn’t need to hear it, didn’t want to be pulled into whatever performance they were putting on now.“Eva.” My name cut through the space before I could take the

Eva's POV The party continued with Livia being the main person of focus while I was just ignored like I didn't matter. That was how it had always been, I had just been too foolishly blind to it all.A glass appeared in my hand at some point, though I didn’t remember taking it, my fingers curling lightly around the stem as I moved through the crowd with practiced ease, offering polite nods when necessary, brief acknowledgments when expected, nothing more, nothing that invited conversation or attention beyond what I could manage.And yet, attention came anyway. It always did.“Eva.” I heard a small voice that I would recognise any day and anywhere. I turned slowly, already knowing who I would find before my gaze landed on her. It was Livia.She stood a few steps away, her posture was graceful. Her expression was composed into something that bordered on concern, though the faint glint in her eyes told a very different story.“Enjoying yourself?” She tilted her head slightly, her lips cu

Eva's POV For a moment after the words left my mouth, it felt like the entire room forgot how to breathe.I stood there, unmoving, my posture relaxed despite the attention now fully fixed on me, because there was nothing left to hide.Adrian was staring at me in disbelief. “You’re joking.” The words came out slower this time, like he needed them to ground himself, like saying them out loud might somehow shift the situation back into something he could understand.“I’m not.” My tone didn’t change or soften.“You can’t be serious.” He let out a short breath, his hand lifting slightly as if he was about to say more, then stopping, his fingers curling instead. “You’re ending things over this?”“I’m not ending anything.” I tilted my head slightly, watching him carefully. “You are.”His jaw tightened, his gaze hardening just slightly as if he was trying to find something in my expression, something that would make sense of this, something that would give him control again. Before he could

Eva's POV After I spoke, I smiled as I saw the look of horror on their faces.“No!” The scream tore through the silence so suddenly, so sharply, that it felt almost physical. I didn’t flinch.Livia stumbled forward, her composure shattering in an instant, her hands trembling as she shook her head violently, her eyes wide with something that looked like disbelief but felt much closer to panic.“That’s not true!” Her voice cracked, the sound uneven, breaking apart as she tried to gather it back together. “This is a lie—she made it up, all of it!”Her gaze darted around the room, searching, desperate, clinging to the eyes of the guests as if she could force them to believe her if she just said it enough times. “She’s trying to ruin me!” Her voice rose again, higher now, more frantic, her fingers curling into the fabric of her dress as if grounding herself was the only thing keeping her upright. “She’s jealous... she’s always been jealous!”I ignored her, I had already expected this. Tha

 Third Person's POV That night Livia did not sleep. She couldn't help but pace around restelessly. Her heels had long since been discarded somewhere near the door, her bare feet pressing against the cold floor as she moved restlessly, her hands occasionally lifting to her hair only to drop again when she realized she had nothing to fix, nothing to smooth, nothing to control. Her reflection caught her attention briefly as she passed the mirror. She stopped slowly and her gaze lingered. And for a moment, she didn’t recognize the girl staring back. Her makeup had smudged slightly, not enough to ruin her appearance completely but enough to show the cracks, the faint redness around her eyes betraying the tears she had tried so hard to hold back earlier, the stiffness in her expression making her look less composed, less perfect. Her jaw tightened. “I can’t believe this&helli