All Chapters of Killed Me? Watch Me Get Reborn And Marry Your Enemy!: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

Abby's POV“Abby... I've got you. You're okay...” Matteo murmured, his deep voice rumbling against my back. His strong arms stayed securely wrapped around my waist, pulling me flush against his chest to help me stand straight.I had almost lost my balance, my knees buckling the exact second the doctor officially announced the time of death. The room had instantly erupted into a chaotic chorus of fake sobs and dramatic wailing from my relatives, but to me, it all sounded like underwater static.I couldn't breathe. The air in the ICU felt toxic.I pulled away from the bed, the tears blinding my vision, and walked out of the room. Matteo was instantly moving with me, his presence a solid, protective shadow at my side.But as the heavy ICU doors swung shut behind us, the quiet of the sterile hallway was shattered by quick, desperate footsteps.Nicholas.He had followed us out, unable to stand the fact that he was losing his grip on the situation. He reached out, his face twisted into a ma

Abby's POVI stood alone in the center of Grandpa's beautiful rose garden—the place he had spent so much of his free time, carefully pruning the thorns and finding peace away from the boardroom.I wrapped my arms around myself, the tears flowing silently. I still couldn't believe what was happening. This was exactly how I felt when he died in my first life.The crushing weight, the hollow chest... only this time, it hurt so much more because I had actually tried to save him, and I had still failed.Suddenly, a crisp white handkerchief appeared in my peripheral vision.My heart did a small, hopeful leap. I reached out, thinking it was Matteo coming to find me. But as my fingers brushed the fabric, I turned my head. It wasn't Matteo. It was Nicholas.He stepped up next to me, his hands tucked into the pockets of his tailored slacks, wearing a perfectly practiced expression of mourning.“I'm sorry for what happened, Abby,” Nicholas said, his voice a smooth, low murmur. “I know how much h

Abby's POV“Call them.” Matteo's said as he didn't take a step back. He simply stood there, his knuckles still dripping with Nicholas's blood, and stared my father down. “Let's tell the authorities exactly why the golden Anderson heir was pinning your daughter against a stone pillar. Let's get it all on the public record. Let's see how Hayes-Sinclair's stock handles that headline tomorrow morning.”George's mouth opened, but the blustering rage suddenly died in his throat.The threat of a public scandal—the one thing he cared about more than anything else in the world—paralyzed him. He stopped whining.The color drained from his face as he stared at the man towering over him, realizing he was completely outmatched and outplayed.For a long, tense moment, the only sound in the garden was Nicholas's pathetic coughing from the dirt.When no words came out of my father's mouth, Matteo didn't waste another second on him.He dismissed the entire family with a look of disgust.He turned back

Abby's POV“I am going to run the company Grandpa left me,” I said, letting out a heavy sigh.It wasn't just a massive responsibility; it was my only shield. The fact that he chose me as his successor didn't just give me power—it gave me absolute, undeniable protection.As the majority shareholder and the sole heiress, Nicholas and my toxic blood relatives couldn't just tear me down or cast me aside anymore. I was finally untouchable.Lia pulled me into another tight hug. “I know your grandpa is so proud of you right now,” she murmured fiercely. “If there's anything I can help you with, just tell me. Even though I can't stand my father, you are still my best friend. I'll do anything for you.”I hugged her back, burying my face in her shoulder. “Thank you, Lia,” I whispered.A moment later, her phone buzzed with an urgent call from work, and with a final reassuring squeeze, she had to leave.Left alone in the quiet, massive living room, I bit my lower lip. A wave of nervous anticipatio

Abby's POVIt was much later that night when Matteo finally took me home to his penthouse.When the private elevator doors opened, the massive space was completely silent. There were no security guards at the door, no staff moving about, and Lia was nowhere to be seen. I didn't know where he had sent everyone, or how much it had cost to clear the entire floor, but looking at the quiet, dimly lit room, I realized exactly what he had done. He wanted this time to be only for us. He knew I was at my breaking point.I looked up at him, a tired but genuine smile touching my lips.Matteo stopped in the middle of the foyer and smiled back. Without saying a single word, he opened his arms, waiting patiently for me to come over to him.God, I needed a hug. I needed it so badly. My chest ached with sadness over what had happened to Grandpa. And beneath the grief was the terrifying, exhausting reality that I was now standing at the top of an empire, surrounded by blood relatives who had all becom