All Chapters of Reborn, I become my enemies worst nightmare.: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

The first thing I did after leaving my bedroom was head straight to my art studio.I needed to see it.I needed to know that at least one thing from my former life remained untouched.The studio was tucked away at the far end of the east wing, behind a narrow corridor lined with family portraits. My father rarely entered it, and my mother considered it a waste of space. To them, painting was nothing more than an expensive hobby that distracted me from becoming the perfect Summers daughter.To me, it was everything.I pushed open the door.The familiar scent of oil paints and turpentine greeted me. Canvases stood against the walls, brushes filled glass jars, and unfinished sketches lay scattered across the long wooden table.My eyes immediately found the painting beside the window.The Last Dawn.My breath caught.It was one of the most important paintings I had ever created. The canvas showed a woman standing at the edge of a cliff, watching the first light of dawn break through a sto

I spent most of the following morning preparing for dinner at the Rourke residence.It wasn't that I was particularly worried about meeting Damian's grandmother. I simply understood that the woman could play an important role in determining whether our marriage arrangement would succeed.And if Damian was anything like the man I remembered, his grandmother was probably one of the few people capable of influencing his decisions.At ten o'clock, Ethan sent me a message containing the address and the time of the dinner.Ethan Cole: Good morning, Miss Summers. Mr. Rourke has asked me to remind you that dinner will be at 7 p.m. Please let me know if you require transportation.I replied politely.Chloe: Thank you, Ethan. I'll arrange my own transportation.I put my phone down and returned to my wardrobe.I selected a simple but elegant wine-red gown. It hugged my figure without revealing too much, and its modest neckline gave it the sophisticated appearance I wanted.I wasn't going there t

The first thing I saw when I opened my eyes was the marriage agreement lying on my bedside table.For a moment, I simply stared at it.I was officially engaged to Damian Rourke.Well, not officially engaged in the eyes of the public, but the agreement had been signed, and preparations for our wedding were about to begin.In my previous life, I had believed marriage was supposed to be built on love. I had given James everything, only to discover that he had never valued me.This time, I wasn't going to make the same mistake.My phone vibrated.Damian: Good morning, future Mrs. Rourke.I stared at the message before smiling.Chloe: Good morning, Mr. Rourke. I hope you haven't started regretting your decision.His reply came almost immediately.Damian: Not yet. Should I?Chloe: It's never too late to change your mind.Damian: Unfortunately, my grandmother has already started planning.I laughed.Before I could respond, another message arrived.Damian: Ethan will pick you up at eleven. We

My father's frightened expression kept replaying in my mind. Richard Summers was a man who rarely showed weakness. Even when Mother challenged him, he remained composed. Yet the moment I mentioned Isabella Moore, something inside him had cracked. He knew her. The question was whether he had simply known her or had played a part in her disappearance. I sat at my desk, staring at the names written in my notebook. Isabella Moore. Edward Rourke. Richard Summers. Three names connected by a tragedy that had remained unsolved for years. My phone vibrated. It was a message from Victoria. I found something else. We need to speak in person. I immediately called her. "Can you tell me what you found?" "I'd rather show you the documents," she replied. "But Chloe, I think you should be careful. Someone has been asking questions about your father." My grip tightened around the phone. "Who?" "I don't know yet. The person used an anonymous email address. However, the questio

CHLOE'S POV"She wasn't supposed to disappear."My mother's words echoed through the hallway.For several seconds, I couldn't move."What did you just say?"Mother glanced towards her bedroom, then back at me. Her face had lost its usual composure."Chloe, we need to talk.""Then talk, I'm listening."She reached for my arm, but I stepped away."Not here," she whispered. "Come inside."I followed her into the bedroom.Father was standing beside the window, his phone in his hand. His expression darkened when he saw me."What is she doing here?""She heard us," Mother replied.Father closed his eyes briefly."Of course she did."I looked between them."How long have you both been hiding this?""You're asking questions you won't understand," Father said."Then help me understand. Who was Isabella Moore? Why was Uncle Samuel at the Ashford Club? And why did someone send me a message saying he came home covered in blood?"Mother gasped.Father immediately turned towards her."Who told her