All Chapters of REBIRTH: I married the devil himself: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

Third person's POV Eva stepped down from the stage with the same steady composure she had carried up there people turned their attention toward her not out of politeness this time, but out of genuine intrigue. It wasn’t subtle. The whispers started almost immediately, low voices weaving through the space, overlapping in fragments that carried just enough clarity to reveal their meaning.“Who is she?”“I’ve never seen her before.”“She just beat Miss Livia…”“That score…”There was something different in the way they spoke now, not dismissive, but searching, as if they were trying to place her into something familiar and failing, as if they were realizing, all at once, that they had overlooked something important.Eva walked back to her station without acknowledging any of it. People became curious about who she was. They started reaching for their phones, for their connections, for any piece of information that could explain what they had just witnessed, that could tell them who she

 Eva's POV  The morning of the second day didn’t feel as tension filled asI expected it to, it didn’t press down on me with nerves or anticipation the way it might have before, instead it felt… clear, like everything had already settled into place and all that was left was to follow through. I woke up earlier than necessary, not because I couldn’t sleep, but because my mind had already moved ahead, already walking through possibilities, already adjusting to whatever the day might bring without letting it become overwhelming. I was reviewing my notes, not obsessively, not trying to cram anything in at the last minute, but simply grounding myself in the work I had already done, when my phone buzzed against the table. I glanced at it, already expecting who it might be, and sure enough, Justin’s name lit up the screen. I picked up almost immediately, bringing it to my ear as I

Eva's POV The room didn’t settle after the last presentation the way I expected it to, because instead of releasing the tension, it seemed to hold onto it, stretching it thinner, sharper, as if everyone understood that what came next would matter more than anything that had already happened. The judges didn’t dismiss us, didn’t give us time to breathe or step away, and instead one of them rose slightly from his seat, his voice cutting cleanly through the low murmur that had begun to form.“All ten contestants, please step forward.” he said.There was a brief hesitation, not because anyone didn’t hear him, but because there was something final in the way he said it, something that made the air feel heavier as we all began to move, gathering at the front, forming a line that felt more like a dividing edge than anything else.I took my place without looking around too muchThe judge held a sheet in his hand, his expression composed, unreadable, and when he spoke again, his tone was form

Eva's POV I didn’t stay downstairs after that. There was nothing left to say, nothing left to argue, and more importantly, nothing left there that mattered to me anymore, so I turned without another word and walked away, leaving the tension hanging behind me like something unfinished that I had no intention of returning to. By the time I reached my room, I exhaled slowly, not in relief, but in control, closing the door behind me with a quiet click before leaning back against it for just a second, letting the silence settle properly around me. Tomorrow was the finals and I wasn’t walking into it unprepared. I crossed the room and set my bag down on the table, pulling out everything I needed, my designs, my notes, the materials I had been refining over the past few days, all of it laid out carefully, methodically, because there was no room for carelessness now, not at this stage, not when everything was about to be decided.“You’re almost there.” I murmured it to myself under my breat

Eva's POV The moment I stepped away from the crowd, away from the cameras and the noise and the suffocating weight of everyone’s opinions, I didn’t slow down, didn’t pause, didn’t even allow myself the luxury of breathing properly, because I knew this wasn’t over, not even close, and whatever came next would matter far more than anything that had just happened outside.I barely made it halfway down the corridor when one of the staff members approached me, his expression tight, professional, but edged with something that told me this wasn’t a casual call.“Miss Clarke, the judges and sponsors would like to see you.” He gestured slightly toward a closed conference room further ahead, his tone neutral but firm enough to leave no room for delay.Of course they did.I nodded once, not bothering to respond verbally, and continued walking. The door felt heavier than it should have when I pushed it open. Inside, the atmosphere was exactly what I expected. It was cold and tense. There was a l