All Chapters of REBORN TO MARRY MY EX’S BILLIONAIRE UNCLE: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Seraphina povI couldn’t breathe, my chest was tightening and yet I could still hear their mocking voices.My back pressed against the cold wall as their voices drifted through the half-open door, each word slicing deeper than the last. The ultrasound report lay at my feet, but I couldn’t bring myself to pick it up. Not when my entire marriage was being torn apart in real time.Selena’s mocking laugh cut through the air. “Poor Seraphina. Always fluttering around you like a desperate little moth. Did you see the way she lights up whenever you give her the tiniest bit of attention? It’s actually pathetic.”Ethan’s deep chuckle followed — the same laugh that used to make my heart skip. But now it made me want to throw up.“She tries so hard,” he said, amusement clear in his voice. “Cooking those stupid surprise meals, staying up late to learn about the company just to impress me. I almost feel bad for how easy she is to fool.”My hand flew to my mouth to stifle a sob. The wall behind me

SERAPHINA POV“This time, everything will be different.”My own words echoed in my ears as I stood in front of the vanity mirror, staring at the reflection of a younger me. Twenty-one years old. No wedding ring yet. No wounds from the fall. No baby lost forever. My hands trembled as I touched my face, my neck, my flat stomach. Everything felt real, too real. I wasn’t dreaming. This was my childhood bedroom in my own family mansion — the same pink l ace curtains, the same vanity cluttered with skincare products I hadn’t used in years, the same faint scent of lavender from the diffuser. A tiny calendar lay on the nightstand. I snatched it up, heart pounding, and checked the date.It corresponded with the date on my phone. One week before the engagement ceremony.A chill ran down my spine. I had really come back. Fate, or whatever cruel force controlled such things, had given me a second chance. The memories of betrayal, the blood on the marble stairs, Alexander’s desperate voice — th

Seraphina’s POVChaos swallowed the ballroom the moment Alexander said yes.Voices rose in a wave of shock and outrage. Cameras flashed around us like lightning. Someone shouted my name in disbelief, some laughed, shock still etched on their faces. I barely heard any of it.My fingers were still resting in Alexander’s large, steady hand, and the warmth of his skin was the only solid thing in the entire room.I tightened my grip and turned toward the nearest exit. “Let’s go,” I said quietly.He nodded once and began guiding me through the crowd. Guests parted for him almost instinctively, even in the middle of this scandal, people still stepped aside for Alexander Knight.We had almost reached the wide double doors when a rough hand clamped around my wrist and yanked me backward.Pain shot up my arm and I stumbled backwardss, nearly losing my balance.“You ungrateful little…”My father’s voice cracked through the noise like a whip, his face was mottled red, eyes bulging with fury. Spi

Seraphina’s POVI kept staring at him.The words “Let’s get married” still hung in the air between us, heavy and unreal. My mind scrambled to catch up. One moment I had been the one preparing to convince him, and the next he had said it first—calm and certain, as if the decision had already been made somewhere I couldn’t see.Alexander met my confused silence without looking away.“If we don’t make it legal,” he said, voice even, “your family will try something, especially your father. He still has influence, connections, and a great deal of pride. As long as you are only my fiancée in name, he can pull strings, he can pressure you, isolate you, or find ways to drag you back under his control.”He paused, as if waiting for the truth to settle.“But if we marry in court and the news spreads, everything changes. On paper, you will be my wife…and that title carries weight. People would think twice before moving against what belongs to me.”I absorbed every word. The logic was cold and p

Seraphina’s POVI woke up to sunlight slipping through the sheer curtains and landing across the unfamiliar yet nicest bed I’ve ever laid on. I opened my eyes slowly, and for a few seconds the ceiling above me felt wrong. It was too high and too clean, nothing like the pink walls of my childhood room or the master suite I had once shared with Ethan. Then the memories of the night before returned in a heavy wave, the banquet, my father’s raised hand, our signed rules on paper and Alexander’s quiet voice saying we would marry today.The thought of marrying Alexander did something strange to my body, something I couldn’t quite explain and that realization made me even more uncomfortable. And then I felt grief too. It pressed against my ribs, not the sharp kind from my first uneventful life. But a dull, lingering ache. I had escaped death and now I’m changing the trajectory of my life but yet the weight of everything was still heavy in my chest like a rock. A knock sounded at the doo