All Chapters of Killed Me? Watch Me Get Reborn And Marry Your Enemy!: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

Erina's POVHow dare she!The words hit the table like a detonation, and for a moment, the entire family sat in stunned, humiliated silence."...staring at my crown from the sidelines is the absolute closest any of you will ever get to wearing it."I replayed her voice in my head — smooth, unhurried, almost bored — and my blood turned to ice.My champagne flute trembled in my grip. I set it down before anyone could notice.Around me, the others were sputtering. Father's face had gone an ugly, mottled red.Aunt Hannah looked like she'd just swallowed glass.Even Oscar, who always had something smug to say, had gone completely quiet.But me?I was watching her.And I couldn't stop watching her.Abigail sat there with her spine perfectly straight, her expression serene, one delicate hand resting on the stem of her glass like she was posing for a portrait.She didn't gloat. She didn't sneer. She simply... existed in that moment, completely untouchable, as if she had already won a war the

Matteo's POVSteven Garcia.The name landed in my mind like a stone dropped into still water, and I didn't like the ripples it made.I knew that name. Young, ambitious, obscenely wealthy by inheritance and ruthless enough to have doubled it on his own.Spanish old money with new blood hunger.The kind of man who collected power the way others collected art — not for love of it, but for the satisfaction of ownership.And apparently, he was here tonight.For my wife.I moved through the ballroom with measured steps, scanning the room. She wasn't by the main table. Wasn't near Lia. The crowd was thick and loud, champagne loosening tongues and inhibitions alike, and I had no patience for any of it tonight.Then a hand.Not grabbing — positioning. Deliberate, practiced, the kind of gesture that communicated authority without requiring force.Antonio Hayes stepped directly into my path.I stopped.He was older up close. Late seventies, perhaps, but time had compressed him into something har

Abby's POVWe hadn't even reached the bottom of the steps.I heard him before I saw him — the unsteady rhythm of expensive shoes on stone, the kind of movement that had no real direction, only momentum.I turned.And there was Nicholas Anderson.He looked terrible.The man stumbling toward me, his tie was loosened, his jacket rumpled, his eyes glassy and unfocused with the particular vacancy of someone who had been drinking with intention.His hair was disheveled. His face — that handsome, practiced, lying face — was twisted into something raw and ugly that he had never once let me see in five years of engagement.I'd seen it exactly once before.The last thing I ever saw.He dropped to his knees in front of me on the stone pathway, and his hands shot out, grasping, reaching for my legs with the frantic, uncoordinated desperation of a drowning man grabbing for anything solid."Abby—""Don't talk to me."But before I could step back, a hand shot out.Matteo moved with the kind of speed

Abby's POVThe moment I stepped onto the red carpet, the whispers began.But they weren't whispers of scandal; they were gasps of admiration.Before I could even reach the main hall, the crowd parted, and Ariella Jazz herself walked toward me.She looked radiant, but there was a deep, genuine gratitude in her eyes when she saw me."Abigail," Ariella breathed, gently taking my hands. "You look absolutely breathtaking. Thank you so much for coming tonight. Having you wear the 'Midnight Swan'—my most important and personal design—is the greatest honor of my career.""The honor is mine, Ariella," I replied smoothly, offering her a warm, knowing smile. "You deserve every bit of the spotlight tonight. In fact... I think the main event is just about to begin. Watch closely."I turned my gaze toward the entrance, my champagne flute resting lightly in my hand.Right on cue, Erina strutted onto the red carpet, her arm linked with her self-proclaimed best designer friend, Savannah.Savannah was

Abby's POV"Anywhere you want to go," he whispered, his thumb still gently stroking my cheek. His dark eyes held a rare softness, offering me a peaceful escape from the brutal world we lived in.But I couldn't afford to escape. Not right now. The phantom, burning ache in my chest was still lingering, a constant, physical reminder that the clock was ticking. I couldn't just sit back and be chill.If I had to leverage everything I owned, or even deal with the powerful Anderson family myself to force Nicholas to marry Erina, I would do it without a second thought. My survival depended on that altar.I pulled back slightly, shifting my focus back to the chess board of my revenge. "How is the work with Natalie going? Did she already compile everything?"I was asking about the file—the mountain of ironclad evidence detailing Nicholas's history of workplace harassment within the company.I needed those corporate complaints, the silenced victims, and the hidden payouts.Matteo's expression in