Lahat ng Kabanata ng REBIRTH: I married the devil himself: Kabanata 61 - Kabanata 70

 Third person's POV  Livia’s hand moved before anyone could properly register the shift in her expression, her composure snapping so quickly that the polite, carefully maintained façade she wore in public shattered into something raw and impulsive, her arm lifting with sharp intent as she stepped forward, her fingers poised to strike Eva across the face in a gesture that carried more than anger—it carried humiliation, desperation, and the need to reclaim control. Eva did not move. She stood exactly where she was, her posture straight, her gaze steady, watching Livia’s hand come toward her without flinching, without the instinctive recoil that had defined her in the past, and that alone was enough to create a moment of hesitation, brief but real, a flicker of something uncertain crossing Livia’s face just before contact could be made. The impact never came. A hand caught Livia’s wrist mid

Third person's POV "Don't interfere in this" Adrian gritted."I think I have all rights to. You almost hit a lady just because she rejected you, how shameful" Ethan shook his head and Adrian looked incredibly embarrassed."Y.., you this isn't over!" He glared at both Ethan and Eva before hurrying awayEthan remained where he stood, his posture relaxed, his expression composed, though his gaze lingered briefly in the direction Adrian had gone, as if confirming that he was truly gone before allowing his attention to return fully to Eva.Eva, on the other hand, did not immediately move.She stood still, her shoulders squared, her breathing steady, though there was a tension beneath the surface that hadn’t been there before, not from fear, not from uncertainty, but from the accumulation of everything that had just unfolded, everything that had been said, everything that had been implied.“…You didn’t have to do that.” Her voice came out calm, though quieter than before, her gaze fixed so

Eva's POV The day they had given me arrived faster than I expected, though I knew it wasn’t time moving quickly, it was pressure closing in from all sides, tightening around me with every headline, every whisper, every accusing glance that followed me the moment I stepped into the venue. I walked in without rushing, without lowering my head, though I could feel their eyes on me, judges, organizers, staff, even a few competitors lingering at the edges, all of them watching, waiting, measuring, and most of all, doubting. It didn’t bother me the way it used to, not anymore, because I had already lived through worse, already been dragged through the kind of judgment that stripped a person down to nothing, and this… this was just noise.Still, I knew this moment mattered.Three days was all they had given me. Three days to undo something that had been carefully planned, carefully executed, and now carefully presented as truth.I stopped in front of the panel, my hands steady even though

Eva's POV I didn’t leave the building immediately after the meeting ended, not because I had anywhere else to be, but because my thoughts refused to settle into anything clear or useful, circling instead around the same problem from different angles, each one leading back to the same conclusion I was trying to avoid. I needed more evidence, something undeniable, something that could not be brushed aside as coincidence or dismissed as incomplete, yet everything I had was either already compromised or deliberately erased, which meant whoever orchestrated this had not only planned ahead, but had also anticipated how I would try to defend myself.I walked slowly down the quieter corridor behind the main hall, my steps unhurried, my mind working through possibilities that felt frustratingly limited, because even though I knew the truth, knowing and proving were two entirely different things, and the judge’s words still lingered in the back of my mind, not because I believed him, but beca

 Eva's POV  Before I could say anything, I heard a sound. The door opened behind me, and I didn’t need to turn to know who it was. “Director Clark, Mrs. Sarah, Miss Livia.” Their names were announced before I even saw them and I frowned in irritation. What were they doing here now? I turned slowly anyway, my gaze landing on them one by one. Clark walked in first, his expression stern, controlled, the kind of face he wore when he wanted to look authoritative rather than emotional. Mom followed closely behind him, her posture composed, her chin slightly raised, her eyes already scanning the room before settling briefly on me, only to move away again as though I wasn’t worth holding her attention. And Livia walked in last, her steps measured, her expression carefully arranged into something soft and fragile, though I could see the satisfaction beneath it, the faint glimmer of someth