All Chapters of Reborn to Leave You: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

The pain was unbearable, but I bit down hard on my lip, determined to stay conscious.The assassins were dealt with before a cup of tea could even cool, and I was quickly carried back into the palace for the royal physician to examine.Word reached Cyrus Pattison's ears through the King himself, and he came flying back, dropping to his knees the moment he arrived. "Your Majesty, I was too slow to protect you. I beg Your Majesty's forgiveness!"The King looked at him with more than a little disapproval. But since I — Cyrus's wife — had risked my life to save him, and was still in danger, the King had no intention of making things difficult. Instead, he said, "It's thanks to your wife that I'm alive at all tonight. Otherwise, I might not have survived this. Let her stay in the palace and recover. Once she's stronger, you may bring her home. You have a good wife, Cyrus. See that you treat her well."Cyrus bowed his head in acceptance, then followed the eunuch to the hall where I was r

The cold had crept into my bones, and I came down with a chill. When Cyrus came in that night, the winter air still clung to him.He climbed into bed, and for once, I didn't make some excuse to curl into his arms the way I always had before. Instead, I stayed curled up in a distant corner, my back to him.He looked at me, irritation and displeasure written plain on his face, and tossed the blanket over me without ceremony. "Genevieve, if you're upset, say so now. If something's bothering you, tell me outright. Don't sit here sulking at me — you'll only make us both a laughingstock if this gets out."All he got in return was a simple, "It's late. Let's just sleep."Silence followed, dead and heavy. I could feel his eyes fixed on me for a long while before he finally drifted off.Moonlight spilled in through the window, and without meaning to, I found myself thinking of the child I hadn't yet given birth to, in this new life. Tears slid down silently, soaking into the sheets.By th

Marilyn hid her smug little smile behind her handkerchief, cheeks pink with false modesty, though her eyes still glinted with satisfaction as she watched me.My gaze went cold as I looked at the perfume, disgust plain on my face. "I never wear perfume unless it's for a formal occasion. Everyone else might not know that — but you don't either, Your Highness?"Cyrus's expression flickered with something close to embarrassment.Once they'd both gone, Daisy came in carrying a plate of food. "My lady, His Highness really doesn't pay you enough attention..."She was right. It was the kind of thing anyone paying even a little attention would have noticed. But he never bothered — or maybe it was simply because it was me, and he'd never cared enough to bother.Before evening fell, Marilyn showed up at my quarters uninvited, still wearing that same air of fragile sweetness, and made herself comfortable in my sitting room without so much as an invitation. Daisy, furious, opened her mouth t

After kneeling so long in the winter cold that day, I came down with a chill and had no choice but to delay my visit to the palace. But a royal decree soon arrived, ordering me to visit the King's Consort for a proper catch-up and pregnancy check the moment I recovered. The Consort was my cousin — we'd never been especially close — but it made as good an excuse as any for the King to summon me.Cyrus went to Marilyn's quarters as he always did. But not even fifteen minutes later, he came storming toward my rooms, furious. Before he'd even made it inside, he'd already thrown enough things around the courtyard that even I found the noise unsettling.The moment he saw me, his face darkened and he marched over. "Genevieve, how many times have I told you? A good wife should show some tolerance! You've been summoned by my father — no doubt because you're jealous of Marilyn and want him and his Consort to take your side. Why does everything between us always have to drag in someone else? Wh

Footsteps sounded behind us, and Marilyn, sensing something had gone wrong, immediately tried to grab the arrow and force me to take her hostage with it. The same trick, played out exactly as it had been in my past life.I saw through her the instant she moved. I caught her wrist and seized the moment. In front of the King, Cyrus, and every minister watching, it looked to everyone like Marilyn had shoved me over the edge.Terror flashed across her face, and she lunged to grab me back, but I dodged, calm and deliberate, and let myself fall from the cliff.Cyrus's pupils contracted. He threw himself forward without a second thought, reaching for my sleeve — but at the last second, Marilyn caught his robe and held him back. He ended up on his knees at the cliff's edge, forced to watch me plunge into the mist below.I didn't wake again until three days later. Daisy was in the cabin, running back and forth to tend to me, her eyes swollen from crying. The moment she saw me open my eyes,