All Chapters of Killed Me? Watch Me Get Reborn And Marry Your Enemy!: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Abby's POVWe pulled up to a towering building. I followed him inside and into the elevator.The atmosphere was thick with the silent, nervous tension of two people who knew exactly what was coming but were too afraid to name it. We were standing too close, but not close enough.He broke the silence first, his hands moving quickly. He grabbed my waist and pulled me flush against his hard body.My eyes flew up to meet his, and we locked gazes.Just as the elevator doors dinged open on the penthouse floor, he was already kissing me. He didn't lose a beat, pushing me out of the elevator and into the apartment, covering the few feet to the door.He was hungry this time, demanding and rough, using his mouth to silence any doubts.He kicked the door shut behind us, the lock clicking loudly, and finally broke the kiss, pressing his forehead against mine.His breathing was ragged.“Wait...” I managed, putting my hand on his shoulder, as I tried to buy time. “We can take it slowly—”“I don't h

Matteo's POVI set my empty glass down hard. A command. Abby had just told me, not asked, to go buy her clothes and a scarf. I hadn't been ordered around like that in years, but I stood there like a damn puppy waiting for a leash. I walked to the bathroom, splashing cold water on my face. Did I actually nod?I walked back into the kitchen, forcing a sharp smirk to reclaim control."Alright, princess," I said, grabbing my keys. "Consider it done. I'll buy you anything."She was sitting at the kitchen island, draped in one of my oversized white t-shirts, slowly eating syrup right from the bottle. She just smiled. My new life is bizarre.I stepped outside, pulling the door shut behind me. Sebastian's call came immediately."Matt, you're all over the gossip sites. Nicholas saw you last night. He's melting down, totally obsessed. But his parents locked him down—told him to stay away from Abby."I scoffed, walking quickly toward the parking garage. "Is he even a man? Waiting for permission

Matteo's POVI scoffed in anger when he called my wife filthy! How dare he call her that?! “Matteo, let's go,” Abby said, gripping my arm, but I barely heard her. I ignored her and turned my head, walking straight toward Nicholas.He didn't see it coming. I drove my fist straight into his face.He stumbled back, grabbing his jaw. “Brother, are you okay?” Lydia shrieked, running to hold him up.Abby, catching up to me, spoke first, her tone dripping with sarcasm. “Talk about the pot calling the kettle black. So much for the Anderson family's upbringing.”Nicholas, the exposed cheater, was trying to play the victim. Pathetic.Lydia stood beside her brother, glaring at Abby and me. I tightened my grip on Abby's hand. “If you two aren't something, then why can't you even let go of each other's hands? Everyone knows Matteo Romano is quite the flirt. Who knows what tricks he pulled to get Abby into his bed? Gross.” Lydia finished, her voice turning disgusting. “Shared a bed with my brother

Abby's POV"That's not what you think, Aunt Hannah," I said quickly, trying to contain the damage as I stepped aside to let her into the office.Matteo stood up, smooth and composed, casually adjusting his collar. Aunt Hannah didn't even look at him; she just gave me a look of pure, pinched judgment. "You have lost your mind, Abby. You'll explain this to your grandfather. He didn't raise you to be... some plaything for a man like him." She walked past me, radiating disapproval. "I came here because I want to discuss something important—it's about how to manage your issue with the Anderson—""They're not important," I interrupted, cutting her off cold. Here we go again with her ridiculous meddling. I extended my hand to Matteo, taking his in a defiant gesture.Aunt Hannah actually snorted. "Honestly, dear niece, you can always change your mind. You need to understand that Nicholas is the heir of the Anderson family... and this one," she waved a dismissive hand at Matteo, as though he w

Abby's POVMy father leaned in, his face red with rage. “Abby, do you even know what people are saying about you right now? That you were so desperate to smear Nicholas, you played dirty. Just heartless.”Sure, those were only some outsiders' opinions. Nicholas was still hovering on trending topics—his name popping up every other day with some new scandal.I shot my father a sideways glance, completely unimpressed. My voice was low, cutting through his noise. “You ever cared about who I am or what I do? Ever once worried about how I'm doing?”I paused, letting the silence accuse him. “Even if I really was as terrible as you say, what's that got to do with you? Mr. Sinclair, I wonder... am I even your real daughter? Or was I just picked up off the street?”That last line hit him right in the gut, leaving him speechless, his breath hitching.“What the hell's that supposed to mean?” he snarled, finally lunging toward me, his hand raised for a strike. “You think before you talk about your