All Chapters of Killed Me? Watch Me Get Reborn And Marry Your Enemy!: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

Abby's POVNatalie's expression crumbled. The professional mask she wore so tightly cracked, and I watched as she fought to suppress the tears welling in her eyes.Looking at her now, really looking at her, I realized something I had missed before: she didn't have a choice either.A memory from my first life flashed in my mind—a moment I had forgotten until now. I remembered Natalie trying to stop me in the hallway once, trying to whisper a warning about Nicholas. But back then, I was too blind, too in love. I had brushed past her, ignoring her completely. Shortly after that, Nicholas had thrown her out of the building, firing her without cause.She wasn't a villain. She was just a girl who couldn't say no. She was a people-pleaser, terrified of the man who held her future in his hands.“I... I have no choice...” she whispered, her voice trembling, finally letting the tears spill over. “He threatened me, Miss Abigail. He told me that if I didn't give him what he wanted... if I didn't

Abby's POVThe drive had been silent—a heavy, thick silence that filled the space between us. Both of us were still reeling from the adrenaline, the image of my father crumbling to the floor playing on a loop in my mind.Matteo killed the engine, his grip tightening on the steering wheel before he finally spoke.“I apologize for what I did to your father,” he said, his voice rough and low. He turned to look at me, his eyes dark with regret—not for the punch, but for the complication it caused me. “I know he's your father, Abby. I shouldn't have done that in front of you.”I looked at him, at the bruised knuckles resting on the leather wheel. I knew exactly why he did it. My father was being a bastard. He had no right to speak to me like that, to use such cruel, vulgar words against his own flesh and blood. He should have been careful. He should have known that I wasn't alone anymore.I reached out, covering his injured hand with mine, tracing the red marks on his skin.“Don't,” I whis

Abby's POVI knew the Andersons perfectly well. They were sharks in expensive suits. They wouldn't look twice at Erina ordinarily because she wasn't a Hayes by blood—she wasn't the heiress. But right now, confusion was my best weapon.I had to stop Grandpa from announcing that I was the sole heir today. If he did, the target on my back would become a bullseye, and Nicholas would stop at nothing to get rid of Matteo and force me into submission. But if I shifted the spotlight to Erina... if I let them believe that maybe, just maybe, the family dynamics were shifting... the heat would be off me.I glanced around the table. The seed had been planted. The Andersons were exchanging uncertain looks, calculating their next move.I turned to the head of the table.“Grandpa,” I said, my voice steady but urgent. “May I speak with you for a second? Privately? Matteo and I have something important to say before you continue.”Grandpa frowned, his gaze flickering between me and the chaotic table,

Abby's POVI held his hand tightly as we stepped into the grand foyer of the Romano family mansion. I had never stepped foot in this house before, but I knew exactly what kind of people lived here.I knew they treated Matteo like trash. But I also knew a secret they didn't: in exactly five years, this arrogant family would be on their knees, begging Matteo for financial support just to keep a roof over their heads.Right now, though, Matteo was playing it perfectly lowkey, keeping the true, massive scale of his underground empire a secret from everyone.I smiled at him, my grip reassuring, as we walked further inside.Almost immediately, Caroline, his stepmother, appeared at the top of the stairs. She froze, her eyes widening as she recognized me.She hurried down, her face morphing into a mask of exaggerated, pleasant surprise.“Oh, Abigail Sinclair?” Caroline asked, her gaze flicking suspiciously between me and Matteo's intertwined hands.“Hi,” I smiled brightly, stepping forward. “

Matteo's POVWe walked down the driveway, leaving my toxic family behind us. I tried my best not to let her hand go. After what she had just done for me in there, I wanted to h¡d onto her forever.But suddenly, her phone rang.Abby gasped, abruptly pulling her hand away from mine as she read the caller ID. She answered it quickly, her face draining of color within seconds.“Mr. Sullivan? Slow down, what happened?” she asked, her voice trembling. She listened for a moment, her eyes going wide with panic. “What do you mean he collapsed? Is he conscious? ...Okay. Okay, tell the doctors I am on my way right now!”She hung up, her breathing shallow and frantic. “Matteo, it's my grandfather. He's been admitted to the hospital. His heart... it's failing. I have to go right now.”My protective instincts flared instantly. “Let's go. I'll drive you.”As we hurried toward my car, a dark thought crossed my mind. If her grandfather died tonight, the Hayes-Sinclair empire would be thrown into chaos