Lahat ng Kabanata ng REBIRTH: I married the devil himself: Kabanata 71 - Kabanata 80

 Eva's POV  The moment Ethan placed the folder on the table, something in the room shifted in a way that was impossible to ignore, like the air itself had grown heavier, more careful, more aware of every word that would follow. I didn’t move, didn’t speak, didn’t even look at him directly at first, because I needed to understand what he was doing before I reacted to it. He opened the folder slowly, not with hesitation, but with intention, as though he knew exactly how much weight a simple action like that could carry in a room like this. The papers inside were neatly arranged, crisp, unmistakably official, and when he slid the top sheet forward toward the panel, I felt my chest tighten slightly without fully understanding why. “These are photocopies.” His voice was cal. “Of the original blueprints. They are registered, timestamp and signed.” 

Eva's POV  Without waiting for anyone's response, Ethan walked towards me. We started toward the exit. And then, of course, she moved. Livia stepped right into our path, quick and desperate, like she was trying to catch something that had already slipped through her fingers. Her composure was gone, completely stripped away, leaving behind something raw and unfiltered. Her eyes were wide, her breathing uneven, and for the first time since all of this began, she didn’t look controlled. She looked… frantic. “You’re not going anywhere.” Her voice came out sharper than usual, almost trembling beneath the surface as she planted herself firmly in front of us, blocking the way like she thought she could physically stop what had already happened. “Not until you explain what this is.” Ethan didn’t seem affected by it at all.&nbs

Eva's POV“You’re quiet.” He said after a while of me being quiet.“I’m thinking.” I answered simply.“That’s dangerous.” He remarked lightly.That almost made me smile. “Only for people who prefer blind decisions.” I replied, finally turning my head slightly to look at him.He met my gaze easily, like he had been waiting for it. “Are you implying I didn’t think this through?” His brow lifted just slightly, though there was no real offense in his expression.“I’m implying you made a decision that affects both of us without asking me first.” I corrected calmly. “That’s not the same thing.”He didn’t argue or defend himself. If anything, there was the faintest hint of acknowledgment in the way his gaze shifted, like he accepted that point without needing to say it out loud. “That’s fair.” He admitted, his tone even. “But if I had asked, would you have agreed?”“No.” I said after a moment, my voice steady.“Exactly.” He nodded once, like that confirmed something for him. I exhaled quietl

Eva's POVThat night, I couldn't sleepI lay on my bed staring at the ceiling. Everything was still, but my mind refused to follow. It kept circling back, again and again, to something I hadn’t allowed myself to think about in a long time.I couldn't help but think about prison. The people I had left behind in my previous life. I remembered I promised to get Matteo out. I wondered if he was still there and what he was doing now.I shifted slightly, turning onto my side, but it didn’t help. If anything, the memories grew clearer, sharper, like they had been waiting for a moment like this to rise back to the surface. I could still see the narrow corridor, the dull echo of footsteps, the faint metallic scent that never really left the air. I could still hear the low murmurs at night, voices that tried to stay quiet but carried anyway because silence in that place was too heavy to hold.And among all of it, I couldn't forget the doctor who had impacted me with so much knowledge. A woman n

Eva's POV I had just finished going through my notes again, trying to keep my mind occupied with something practical. My phone buzzed lightly against the table, drawing my attention without urgency, but the moment I saw his name, something in me stilled. It was a message from Ethan. Ethan: I want to see you. Tonight. I stared at the screen for a few seconds longer than necessary, my fingers hovering just above it as I considered the simplest truth of it. To everyone else, we weren’t just two people who had made a calculated agreement. We were a couple. And more than tha, we were engaged. The thought still felt strange when I framed it like that, even though I had been the one to accept it, even though I understood exactly why it existed and what it was meant to achieve. It wasn’t real, not in the way people believed, but appearances didn’t care about reality.