Married To My Enemy After Rebirth Novels & Stories

"Could it be... Could it really be... that I'm still alive? Have I truly been reborn?" Sigourney would live her life over again, one more time. This was not a dream. She had returned to six months ago-when she was at her most beautiful, most radiant, and had the strongest pillar of support in her husband. A faint smile curled on Sigourney's lips as she gazed thoughtfully out the window. This time, she would make them pay. Every ounce of suffering she endured in her past life-she would reclaim it all, with interest. A hundred, a thousand times over.

Then, a harsh laugh erupted from my lips—cold, devoid of humor, filled with rage. “Married?” I repeated, slowly standing up. The chains clinked as I moved closer to the bars. “You’re going to marry her?” Liam didn’t waver, but I noticed a flicker of satisfaction in his eyes. “Yes. Someone has to look after her after everything you’ve put her through.” The atmosphere around me felt thick, my heartbeat pounding in my ears. I pulled against the chains with enough force to make the iron creak. “If you dare to lay a hand on her—”

She thought about how impossibly far that woman had travelled to arrive at this exact moment, standing in a library full of hard-won history, married to a man who had taught her that genuine love required exactly the vulnerability she'd once believed too dangerous to risk. Outside, through the tall windows, the garden lights continued their warm glow across grounds that had witnessed devastating loss and remarkable healing in equal measure. The estate stood as a testament to everything their family had survived and everything they'd chosen, deliberately and repeatedly, to build in response. "I love you," Caiden said, the words carrying the full weight of twenty-three years, every difficulty

In the end all of this was just because I am the Alpha's daughter, who he would end up killing in five years… My head hurts just from the thought of everything. How foolish of me to think I was in love with a man who loves me the same way. How foolish of me to have given everything when I never got anything in return aside from being betrayed and left to bleed to death. But not with this second chance given to me! “I don't care what you do or why you chose him, we agreed on getting married,” his voice echoed. “Just call off your wedding with Alpha Azriel and—”

It had made us prisoners in a house we never wanted, married us to each other when we were supposed to be enemies, and handed Karem a leash he'd been pulling on since the day we signed. "What happens now?" I asked. "What happens when there's nothing left for him to take?" Damien crossed the room and stood in front of me. He didn't touch me, didn't reach for me, just stood there close enough that I could feel the heat coming off him in the cold room. "We take it back," he said. "We take her back. We take everything back. And then we burn that contract and everyone who ever used it against us." "And if we can't?"

"She's the one who has suffered all these years. If you hadn't clung to your position as my betrothed, I would have married her long ago." I wanted to laugh, but I lacked even the strength to lift a hand. So the marriage I had fought to preserve all those years was, in his eyes, nothing more than me occupying Sophia's place. He came closer, and a blade of fire took shape slowly in his palm. "The Wind clan won't break with the Fire clan over someone already dead," he said, quite calmly. "Once you're gone, Sophia and I can start again." When the fire blade pierced my chest, all I felt was cold.

He wanted to calm down and consummate the marriage after getting to know her well. With this chance of rebirth, he insisted on choosing me despite the accusation of being ungrateful. During the first few days of our marriage, he did not touch me because he was afraid of sacrificing, and I would have difficulties remarrying if I got pregnant. I hugged him tightly and called him a fool. The next day, Flora arrived early, accompanied by Elaine. She arrogantly walked in front and shouted as soon as she entered, "Sally, come out! I want my husband back!"

The warmth in my chest flared stronger, and a rush of fragmented memories hit me all at once: the nights spent in the shadows of the citadel, plotting strikes against Callen, whispered conversations that had been erased from my conscious mind, and the binding of myself to Warren’s will, willingly in part, coerced in part. I staggered slightly, gripping a nearby tree for support. “Lana?” Kael’s voice drew me back, grounding me. “You okay?” “Yes,” I said, even as my breath came faster. “No… maybe not. I remember now. Or part of it.” Mara stepped closer, her expression softening. “Part of what?” I hesitated, trying to find words for something so primal. “Everything… before. Before we left. Befo

"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."

‘This outfit,’ she mumbled before panicking. “What’s the date today?” she asked, eagerness and panic in her tone, causing the man to frown. However, he soon concluded that maybe she didn’t know the date, as she was from the countryside. “Sixth of April two thousand and fifteen,” the driver said, staring at Tracy. He saw the shock and disbelief on her face. Tracy pinched her arm so hard, then yelped out in pain. She looked out of the car and saw the environment. She hurriedly walked out. “I was reborn twenty years ago when I was brought back to the Grants family,” she mumbled in disbelief.