All Chapters of REBIRTH: I married the devil himself: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

Third person's POVAfter that conversation, Livia was confident that her reputation wouldn't be ruined anymore. Within days, Livia’s name began appearing again.Images surfaced first, polished and controlled, showing her seated beside hospital beds, her expression gentle, her hand resting lightly over that of a child, her posture angled just enough to convey empathy without losing elegance, the lighting perfect, the composition intentional in a way that made it clear none of it was accidental.Then came the videos. Short clips, edited with care, her voice soft as she spoke about compassion, about responsibility, about using one’s position to give back, the words flowing easily, almost naturally, though there was something rehearsed beneath them, something practiced. And behind it all was her father. He was making everyone see her in a new light and trying to curb every bad rumors about her.“People forget quickly.” He leaned back slightly in his chair, his gaze fixed on the screen in

Third person's POV Eva laid stretched across her bed, one arm tucked beneath her head while the other rested loosely against her stomach, her phone idle beside her, her gaze fixed on the ceiling as her thoughts drifted in slow, deliberate patterns, occasionally circling back to the same point before moving on again. The room was quiet in a comfortable way.A soft knock broke it. “Miss Eva?” The maid’s voice came from the other side of the door. Eva didn’t move immediately. Her eyes remained on the ceiling for a moment longer, her expression unchanged, before she exhaled slowly and shifted, pushing herself up into a sitting position.“Yes?” Her voice carried easily across the room, calm, unbothered.“They’re asking for you.” The maid hesitated slightly before adding, “In the study.”That made her pause, just slightly.A faint, almost amused breath left her as she reached for the edge of the bed, her feet brushing against the floor as she stood.“Of course they are.” The words came out

Eva's POV "Did you ever look at me and love me as a mother would love her child?!" I screamed at her.The silence after my question deafening as my mother stared at me. My mother stared at me, not with anger this time. But with something closer to shock, as if the question itself had caught her off guard in a way she hadn’t expected, as if she hadn’t prepared for this kind of confrontation, for this kind of honesty.“What kind of question is that?” Her voice came out strained, her brows pulling together as she looked at me, searching, almost defensive in the way she held herself.I swallowed slowly, my fingers tightening slightly at my sides, not because I was unsure anymore, but because the emotions that had been sitting just beneath the surface were starting to rise, pushing forward whether I wanted them to or not.“A real one.” I held her gaze, my voice softer than before, but steadier, grounded in something that felt too important to take back. “Do you love me?”Her lips parted s

Eva's POV My father looked both suprised and conflicted. After a while of being silent, he let out a sigh. “Fine.” The word coldly as his eyes remained fixed on mine. “If you’re so confident in this decision, then I’ll support it.”Support.The word felt strange coming from him in this context, but I didn’t let it show, didn’t react too quickly, because I knew better than to take anything he said at face value.“But.” He paused briefly, just enough to ensure my attention didn’t waver, just enough to make it clear that whatever came next mattered more than what he had already said. “We’re not doing this without terms.”Of course we weren’t.I held his gaze, my expression calm, my posture relaxed, even as I felt the quiet tightening of anticipation settle in my chest. “What kind of terms?” I asked it evenly.The corner of his lips lifted slightly, not into a smile, but into something closer to satisfaction, as if this was exactly where he wanted the conversation to go. “A wager.” He sa

Eva's POV The days that followed didn’t blur together the way they used to, they didn’t slip past me unnoticed or get swallowed up by hesitation and second-guessing, instead they felt deliberate, structured, every hour accounted for in a way that left no room for distraction, no room for doubt, because I knew exactly what I was working toward and I wasn’t going to let anything, or anyone, pull my focus away from that.My workspace became my world. In the past, I had always been pressed, always been working around expectations, around limitations placed on me by other people, always trying to fit my work into something that would be accepted instead of something that felt right. Now, I worked at my own pace. Every curve refined until it felt balanced. Every detail adjusted until it made sense. Every element questioned until it proved it deserved to stay.And with each passing day, my confidence didn’t spike dramatically, it didn’t surge in a way that felt overwhelming, it settled inst