After Rebirth I Married My Fiancé's Uncle Mga Nobela at Kwento

the whispers circulated among the onlookers. "I never realized he was this young. I thought he was around the same age as Rodrigo. Turns out, he's closer to Rodrigo's son." "You know what? He's a late bloomer, but they say he's remarkable." Charlotte was curious about her supposed fiancé's uncle. Was it him? The male model she had spent the night with at the rooftop nightclub. Wasn't he supposed to be in a different line of work? And he's George's uncle? Charlotte felt a tad embarrassed but then found the situation increasingly intriguing. Perhaps, in the future, George would have to address her as Auntie. A smile tugged at the corners of her lips, and suddenly, she felt empowered.

She marches out of her room as the two maids follow behind their mistress. "Miss, be careful," one of the maids cautioned, her voice laced with concern, as Autumn's pace quickened with a mix of anxiety and trepidation. This was the moment she had been dreading - facing her father after her rebirth. The last time they spoke, his words had cut deeper than any knife, disowning her and leaving her for dead in the den of social suicide.

In their previous lives, they had only met at high-society parties of the aristocracy, but he unexpectedly called her that night, and she still didn't understand the reason. In her previous life, after marrying Mark, Emma withdrew to become his support, only to find out that Mark, along with his close friend from university, was having an affair and had taken all their family fortune. He then imprisoned, beat, and ultimately killed her before setting the house on fire, claiming it was just an accident.

Julian's eyes burned with fury. He hadn't expected me to turn his image of a loving husband into a weapon against him. "Of course," he said. With so many people watching, he had no choice but to agree. I seized the phone, my lifeline, and dialed home at once. "Mom, Dad, please come save me!" I had married far from home. My parents had set out two weeks early, planning to take care of me after I gave birth.

They truly were meant for each other, they were both shameless. He didn’t care though, he liked them too much to let either of them go. “Valentina, I’m doing this for us okay? What do you think people will say when they find out you have a child for me… She had a deal with my grandfather. I plan to tell everyone she cheated on me during my grandfather's birthday, our marriage will be called off, then your father will announce you as my new fiancée since she cheated.” “I don’t believe you.”

How did I get here? I had no idea how I ended up back in this life, back with a second chance. Part of me was happy I should be but it still felt strange. Unfamiliar, yet familiar at the same time. I folded my hands together and thanked the heavens quietly for giving me a second chance. Then I checked my bank account. I had a bout twenty thousand dollars saved. In my previous life, I had been saving it for my wedding, just in case Damian ever proposed. But now… everything has changed.

I couldn't bear the thought of losing Mark, so when the truth came out, I still forgave him and continued to treat him like the most important person in my life. Eventually, my channel grew, and my income slowly increased. It was only then that he started to support my career choice. Yet, after we became rich, his heart began to stray. He got involved with Shannon, his adopted sister, who had always had feelings for him. Taking in the terrified look on Mark's face now, I had to force back the smirk that threatened to curve my lips. "Darling, just show everyone your chat history with Shannon. That way, they'll finally believe that you two truly only felt sibling love for each other and nothin

Ellie leaned closer and whispered, “I knew the universe was setting something up.” Alaric’s mother recovered quickly, clasping my hands in hers. “That’s incredible. Truly. You’ve all been through so much, and now… this.” She smiled, glancing between us all. “A daughter found. A wedding on the way. This is like a novel. No, a soap opera.” “And it’s only episode five,” Ellie quipped.

"Your grandmother. She died young, in the records, but the archivist's note said: the line will find its way back." "And then my mother left North Ridge," Claire said slowly. "And then she died. And then I was supposed to marry Derek and die in his cell." She followed it forward. "And the line — what? Refused? Sent me back?" "I don't know," he said. "I don't think anyone knows exactly how it works. I think we're two people who were handed a second run at something and told: try again. Do it differently." He looked at her hand in his. "And I ended up at your wedding for a reason I couldn't explain, and you walked to me."

I said to the old man, changing the way I addressed him, and I noticed the light that shone in his eyes as a result. Simon saw me off, and I drove away from Simon’s villa. Initially, when I reincarnated into Jennifer’s body, I thought it would be hard for me to rise to the top again, but my luck had just been immaculate. I married the richest man and got his backing; I became an actress, and now I am the goddaughter of the Dumont family. The only part I hated was that I became pregnant with a scum bag, and I did not even know what the scum bag looked like.