All Chapters of Killed Me? Watch Me Get Reborn And Marry Your Enemy!: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Abby's POVI took a shaky breath, trying to regain control. "I inherited the houses my mother left me back when I was eighteen... but the rest of it? The Hayes Trust, the bank... all of it..." I clicked my tongue, holding his dark, intense gaze.I slowly lifted my hand and traced the outline of his bottom lip with the pad of my finger. He didn't flinch."I can only inherit the controlling interest on one condition," I whispered, leaning in, my mouth just inches from his. "Marriage."I let the word hang in the air, heavy and loaded. "So, you either agree to marry me, Mr. Romano... or I'll have to find someone else who will—"Before I could finish the threat, his finger was on my lips.Just one finger, pressed firmly against my mouth, silencing me instantly. His touch was warm and slightly calloused, and the audacity of the move made my eyes go wide.He didn't look amused anymore. He looked deadly serious."I'm not agreeing because I'm after your inheritance," he said. He slowly removed

Abby's POV“Of course, but there's something I need to give you.” Our gazes locked, but he didn't smile. He just reached into the pocket of his suit coat. "This is for you," Matteo said, pulling out a small red box.I froze when he opened it.Inside sat a pair of diamond-studded rings. They were simple, elegant, and understated. But the moment I saw them, my breath caught, and I knew my eyes trembled.No. It couldn't be.This ring... this exact pair of rings...If I remembered right, these meant everything to Matteo. They were the only things his mother had left him.My mind flashed back, a wave of sickness and guilt rising in my throat. In my previous life, after we had become bitter rivals, I'd foolishly believed one of Nicholas's lies. I'd forced Matteo, in a cruel power play, to put these rings up as the stakes in a business bet.I hadn't actually wanted to take them; it was a symbolic move to humiliate him. But that same night, the rings were accidentally lost, falling from a yac

Abby's POVJust then, my phone buzzed in my pocket. A text message.Matteo: I'm at the gate.My heart did a little flip. I turned and hurried to the intercom, signaling the guard to open the main gate.My grandpa looked up from his roses, his expression confused as a sleek, black Maybach purred up the long driveway. I wanted him to be the first person to know. He hated Nicholas's slick, corporate family. Maybe, just maybe, he'd like Matteo better?The car stopped. Matteo stepped out, all tall, dark, and impossibly self-assured, looking completely at ease in the quiet, old-money garden.My grandpa's eyes narrowed, his gaze sharp and assessing. "Grandpa," I started, "I want you to meet—""Matteo Romano," Grandpa cut in, his voice flat. He set his shears down and extended a soil-covered hand, not in greeting, but in challenge.Matteo didn't hesitate. He stepped forward, taking my grandfather's hand in a firm grip, a small, confident smirk playing on his lips. "It's a pleasure to meet you

Abby's POVHe just smirked, that infuriatingly sexy curve of his lips returning as he focused back on the road. "I said nothing."He refused to elaborate, leaving his possessive declaration hanging in the air between us.When we pulled up to the Sinclair Residence, he didn't just unlock the doors. He got out, walked around the front of the car, and opened my door for me.Ugh. Such a gentleman.I stepped out, looking up at him through my lashes. "Oh," I teased, "I didn't know I married a gentleman."He didn't laugh. He stepped closer, invading my personal space until I had to tilt my head back to look at him. Our gazes locked, the air suddenly thick with tension. His eyes dropped to my lips, lingering there for a heartbeat that felt like an eternity.I held my breath, waiting.But instead of my lips, he leaned in and pressed a warm, firm kiss to my cheek. His breath tickled my ear as he pulled back."I'll see you when I see you... wife."He got back in the car and drove away without lo

Abby's POVNews of the press conference had reached him. He hadn't expected me to have so much dirt on Nicholas. Back when they agreed to the engagement, my father had his own agenda. He wanted a piece of my mother's inheritance—my inheritance—including that ten percent stake in the Hayes-Sinclair Group.But I had flipped the table. I'd called off the engagement and exposed Nicholas in front of the whole world. My father had been the one pushing for this alliance, and now, after Edward Anderson had undoubtedly chewed him out over the phone, humiliating him, he was furious.I turned back on the stairs, looking straight down at him. "It is what it is. They wanted to use me. Nicholas thought he was slick. I wasn't having it. Got a problem with that?"His face darkened. "What is that supposed to mean? Your grandpa told you not to marry him, but you insisted! And now you're saying you're done with it? Abby, you're being selfish.""My life, my call. You don't get a say," I snapped. "Worry a