All Chapters of Her Rebirth , His Regret: Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

Elaria “It's so delightful to see everyone gathered once again. We should do this more often. As a family just us seated here eating together and enjoying each other's presence," Mom says, as she dishes out food on each person's plate. It has been long since I enjoyed the company of a full table with genuine people. My Dad always encouraged eating together but with Cassandra and Evangeline there, food is hard to swallow. Thinking about it I haven't tried calling him in a while now. I should pay him a visit with the kids and let him get to know them. “I almost forgot, which school do you want to the kids to go to? I have a list for them and every school is hoping to get them started. All I want is for you to choose the best school you want to enroll them in," Mom says, excitedly. Just then a glass falls to the floor shattering into pieces. Everyone turns their heads to Karis. She pushes her chair back and rises to her feet. “I don't think I can eat anymore. Please enjoy the

Cassandra “All of you are so useless! Ordinary kids, barely four years old yet none of you could get you hands on them!" I yell at the men I sent to kidnap Elaria triplets. Now that they had failed to do the job. I'd have to look for another means to cover up my tracks. Evangeline scoffs, filing her nails nonchalantly at the corner. “Can you be useful for once?" I yell at her. “What's there to freak out about? The mission was failed. You can't kill yourself for not hiring able men to do the job. Besides, who tries to kidnap children in front of a school. That's the dumbest plan I have ever heard," she says with a cynical tone. She right, I engaged idiots who don't know their left or right to kidnap kids. And all they could think of is at their school. “So what do you suggest we do? You know your sister won't hesitate to burn down our house if she finds out we tried to kidnap her children." Evangeline drops her nail file. “We? Mom, it's only you on this. Besides, why are you

Elaria Petitions for Cassandra's trial kept flooding my table. Even Ivy couldn't stand it anymore. For clarity, Ivy knew where I was hiding during my one year of absence. I had written it in the note I gave her that day.So must of the activities she handled were explained to me before approval. Right now, we couldn't help but sigh at every document we open. “Another fucking petition!" Ivy scream painstakingly. “Is this woman using drugs or something?" She groans.They were filling for her release of a fair court trial to prove her innocence. Knowing the outcome would not be favorable to me, I refused to accept any of their petitions.“Maybe I should have executed her on the spot. That way she won't be alive to be petitioned on behalf."I close the document on my table and shove it aside. “Let them keep filing their ink on petitions. Nothings going to change my mind until I decide when she faces trial," I mutter flatly. News outlets are buzzing about injustice and misuse of power

Elaria “The people keep protesting for a trial. If you don't give them a listening ear they might storm the mansion."Ivy breaks my morning with the news. It's barely six and she has summoned me from my sleep. Even Alaric couldn't stop her. “Can't you give me a break? It's not even six o'clock. "“Well,I can't sleep because you have refused to hold a trial and your ex is living with us. I am overhyped up and it's crazy that you don't feel the same." I yawn stretching my arms out. “So what's this about?"“What statement should we issue on this matter?"“Release a house mourning statement. My father just died. A trial can't hold until the late Alpha is properly buried. The gou of Vermont is in mourning. Is that enough for you to make a statement?" Ivy clicks her fingers in approval and types it down on her tablet. “Now that you have woken me up. You better have something to keep me company."She giggles awkwardly, scratching the back of her head. “How about you go back to your roo

Elaria “You are right. I am the Alpha." I stroll in majestically. My father's sister, Emeralda. To be precise, step sister who was married off an early age went silent. She has always been spiteful about father's position as the alpha and wished for things not meant to be hers. I could remember here speaking ill about my mother during her funeral. In this same room on the same table. She clears her throat and sits upright. While her minions cower into their shells. “For once I thought you would have let go of your greed, Aunt Ralda. Looks like you didn't from the fact that you have the boldness to talk about my father," I say, strolling over to the table. I pick up the table knife and twirl it between my fingers.She swallows, shifting in her chair as I join them at the table. “As chief mourner… you should be at the mourning hall," she mutters with a shaky voice. “What's the rush? My father's funeral is not until the mourning rites are completed. Why are you so quick to bury hi