All Chapters of Killed Me? Watch Me Get Reborn And Marry Your Enemy!: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

Abby's POVMatteo didn't hesitate. While everyone else froze, he moved. He grabbed my father, whose face was turning a terrifying shade of gray, and practically carried him into the backseat of his car."Get in!" Matteo yelled at us.I scrambled into the back to support my father's head, while Erina jumped into the passenger seat, sobbing hysterically."Dad! Dad, please breathe!" Erina screamed, her hands shaking as she pulled out her phone. She dialed her mother and panicked, "Mom! Mom, come to the hospital now! It's Dad! He collapsed... Yes, it's Abby's fault! She brought him here! She told Dad she married that criminal, and Dad just stopped breathing!"I scoffed while glaring at her.Matteo drove like a madman, weaving through traffic with precision, his eyes focused on the road but constantly flicking to the rearview mirror to check on us. He didn't say a word, but I could feel the tension radiating off him.As soon as we screeched to a halt at the emergency entrance, nurses and d

Matteo's POVWithout another word, I scooped her up into my arms. She let out a small gasp of surprise, but quickly wrapped her arms around my neck, burying her face in the crook of my shoulder. I carried her up the stairs to the master bedroom on the second floor.I kicked the heavy oak door open with my foot and nudged it shut behind us. The house was silent—my staff knew better than to disturb me when I arrived this late. They were invisible, just as I paid them to be.I stopped in the middle of the room, taking a deep breath to inhale her scent—vanilla and something soft, like rain. She looked up at me and smiled, but I could see the exhaustion in her eyes. After everything that happened with her father tonight, the fear and the adrenaline, I knew what she needed. As much as I wanted her body, as much as I wanted to claim her completely, tonight I just wanted to take care of her.“Do you want a hot bath alone?” I asked softly, brushing a stray hair from her forehead. “Or should we

Abby's POVJust as the silence settled in the living room, the heavy front door slammed open, echoing against the high ceilings.I turned around, startled, to see Lia Wolfe storming in. She was still wearing her hospital wristband, and she looked pale, but her eyes were blazing with energy.She ignored Matteo completely, marching straight toward me. "I saw the news," she said, her voice breathless. "Abby, that was brilliant. Nicholas looked like a kicked puppy.""Lia," I said, smiling in relief. "You should be resting. You just got discharged.""I'm fine," she snapped dismissively.From behind me, Matteo cleared his throat, his arms crossed over his chest. "You're welcome, by the way."Lia's posture stiffened. She turned slowly to face him, and the look in her eyes changed from excitement to pure, unadulterated hatred. She looked at him with such disdain, you would think he was a stranger, not her father."I wasn't talking to you," she spat, her voice dripping with venom. "And don't t

Abby's POVI always thought that if I were given the chance to rewrite my story, everything would be perfect. I thought that this time around, everything would go according to my plan, that I would be the one pulling the strings.But standing here, watching the tears pool in Lia's eyes, I realized I have no control at all.The script I wrote in my head didn't include this. It didn't include the person I love most in the world—my best friend, my shadow, the girl who was always by my side—looking at me like I was a stranger. Like I was a traitor.I had to calm down. I had to breathe through the tightness in my chest. I couldn't lose my composure now. I could see the heartbreak written all over her face. She didn't hate me because she was cruel; she hated me because I had chosen the one person she had spent her entire life despising. I had chosen her father, the source of her pain, over her loyalty.And the worst part? I couldn't tell her why. I couldn't tell her that in another life, st

Abby's POVI didn't wait for my Aunt Hannah to find her voice or for the vein throbbing in her forehead to burst. I dusted my hands off dramatically, as if I had just taken out the trash rather than destroying ten thousand dollars' worth of imported silk and crystal.“So, no parties,” I announced. I turned to the frozen staff, the florists clutching their shears, and the event planners who looked ready to faint. “You heard that, everyone? Pack it up. Send the bills to my aunt. No parties. The End!”Aunt Hannah stood there, her mouth opening and closing like a goldfish gasping for air. Beside her, Sofia looked like her entire world had just imploded, staring at the soggy white lilies floating mournfully in the chlorine. They were too confused, too shocked by my sudden spine to even argue. They were used to the quiet, obedient Abby.Well, she drowned in that pool, too.I couldn't help but let out a heavy sigh of relief as I turned my heel. That is how you handle a situation: scorched ea