All Chapters of Killed Me? Watch Me Get Reborn And Marry Your Enemy!: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

Abby's POVI didn't even know how many times we did it last night.My entire body ached in the most incredible, satisfying way possible. Matteo had kept claiming me over and over again until the early hours of the morning.Wrapped in his thick sheets, feeling the lingering heat of his touch on my skin, I realized this was exactly what a great life felt like. It was a million miles away from the boring, pathetic, heartache-filled existence of my first life, where I had constantly begged a cheating narcissist for the bare minimum of affection.I slipped my arms into one of Matteo's oversized dress shirts, buttoning it halfway, and walked out toward the terrace.The morning sun was just starting to rise over the city skyline.Matteo was standing by the glass balcony railing, already dressed in a pair of tailored dark slacks, sipping from a steaming cup of coffee.Even completely relaxed, he looked effortlessly lethal.He heard my bare feet against the floorboards and turned his head, a s

Abby's POV“You arrogant little bitch!” Aunt Hannah suddenly shrieked, her high-society mask completely shattering as she took a menacing step toward me. “You think you are untouchable because of a few pieces of paper?! You are nothing but a naive little girl playing dress-up in my father's chair! You will crash this entire empire into the ground, and when you do, I will be the one laughing!”I simply looked her up and down with a gaze full of absolute, freezing pity. Then, with deliberate, unbothered grace, I turned my back on her and began walking away, heading straight toward the grand staircase.My dismissal hit her harder than a physical slap.“Hey, Abby! Come back here!” Aunt Hannah screamed, her voice cracking with desperate, humiliated rage as the sharp click of my heels echoed across the marble floor. “I am talking to you! Do not turn your back on me! Abigail!”I just kept walking.I didn't look back to see my father's embarrassment, or Erina's shock, or Great-Uncle Antonio's

Abby's POVWell, there was one thing for sure I still didn't completely understand about my own husband: his actual line of work.What I knew from my first life was the end result. I knew that he eventually becomes a massive, untouchable billionaire—a man whose very name made high-society elites and corporate rivals tremble.But looking back, I realized I never actually knew why they were all so terrified of him.Was it simply because his money gave him infinite reach and power? Or was it because he was, quite literally, deadly?As I stood on the side of that empty, gravel road and watched him walk toward Nicholas, the answer became terrifyingly clear.It wasn't just the money. It was him.The way Matteo moved—silent, predatory, and completely unbothered by the fact that he was about to commit a felony on a public road—screamed of a man who was intimately familiar with violence.The armed men surrounding us didn't move a muscle, waiting for his absolute command.Nicholas tried to step

Abby's POVI couldn't help the genuine laugh that bubbled up in my chest. I reached up, gently patting his cheek. “It's okay, Matteo. I know there were a lot of women before me. And I perfectly understand that.” I winked at him, letting him know I wasn't actually jealous. I was too secure in how he looked at me to care about some random girl from his past.Matteo's dark eyes flashed with a sudden, intense heat at my confidence. He caught my hand, pressing a kiss to my palm.“Thank you." he said.Before I could completely melt right there on the showroom floor, the head tailor—an older, impeccably dressed man who had wisely waited for the Chloe drama to end—hurried over with a tape measure draped over his neck.“Mr. and Mrs. Romano, it is an absolute honor,” the tailor said, bowing his head respectfully. “Please, step up to the mirrors. What kind of vision do we have for this banquet? What statement are we trying to make?”I stepped up onto the small velvet pedestal, looking at my refl

Abby's POV“Nothing, Erina. I'm fine.” Nicholas laugh nervously.I looked down at Nicholas's trembling hands clutching the stem of his wine glass.Erina thought he was just nervous or unwell, but looking up into his dark, obsessive eyes, I knew exactly what it really was.He wasn't just terrified of my husband; he was absolutely furious.He was shaking because he was mad. His fragile, narcissistic ego was completely shattering.He desperately wanted to stand up, flip the table, and show everyone what kind of powerful man he thought he was.I could see the unhinged, violent fantasy playing out behind his eyes—he wanted to lunge across the table and kill Matteo right in front of me. Or worse, he wanted to hurt me for rejecting him.He was vibrating with toxic rage because the cold, hard reality was finally sinking into his thick skull: no matter what he did, no matter how many pathetic games he played or how many stepsisters he used, he was never, ever going to get what he wanted.Sudde