All Chapters of Reborn As The Devil's Bride: Chapter 1 - Chapter 5

“Please…” she whimpered, her voice trembling and weak. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have run away. Please… Mom… Dad…”The car hit her again.A sickening crack echoed through the empty road as her body slammed hard against the ground. Pain exploded through her bones, stealing the air from her lungs.Her legs twisted at an unnatural angle beneath her, and for a moment she couldn’t even scream.Then the pain found her voice.A broken, animalistic cry tore out of her throat.Blood was coming out from her mouth, from her nose and from the open wounds scattered across her skin. She tried to move.She couldn’t.Her body refused to obey.Her vision blurred, swimming in and out of focus as dizziness threatened to swallow her whole.The engine of the car roared again.Her heart seized in terror.“Thought you wanted to run?” a mocking voice called out from inside the vehicle. “Go on Emily. Run.”The words were followed by laughter.Her hands trembled as she tried to crawl forward, dragging her brok

Emily sat in the dark, cold room, her back pressed against the rough wall. She felt nothing.No anger.No fear.No tears.Just a hollow silence inside her chest, as if her heart had given up beating long ago.She had spent days in this room, days that blurred into one endless stretch of darkness. This room was just like her bedroom. The only difference between her room and this punishment room is thin mattress on the floor and the window in her roomThis was her punishment room.A place meant to break her.She had said yes to marrying Ghost.She had given them exactly what they wanted.And still, they locked her here.Because they did not trust her, they did not believe her.Her lips curved into a faint, bitter smile.Was she walking to her death by marrying Ghost?Maybe.But Emily would rather die in the hands of a stranger than spend another day living under the cruelty of the monsters who killed her parents.Her fingers curled slowly into fists.She will live.She will try.She h

Present DayThere was nothing to celebrate about today.Nothing joyful.Nothing sacred.Nothing worth remembering.But the Collins family had turned her already embarrassing wedding into a spectacle.A cruel performance.Elena, Joy, Henry and Victor had invited their friends, neighbors, business partners, and even distant acquaintances. People who had no reason to be there. People who came only to mock herTo witness her humiliation.The hall was filled with chatter, laughter, and the clinking of glasses. Expensive perfume mixed with the smell of alcohol and roasted meat. Music played softly in the background, as if this was a real celebration.Emily stood in the center of the hall, her body stiff, her face blank.Her white dress felt heavy and big on her.In front of her stood the groom.Not a man.A cardboard cutout.A lifeless image propped upright on a stand.Tall….Well-dressed…. HandsomeA low wave of laughter rippled through the crowd again.“Congratulations Emily .”“You’re v