Married To My Enemy After Rebirth Novels & Stories

I needed to remember this moment… The very moment they gave up and sacrificed me for the ‘peace’ they couldn’t achieve. Wait. Aren’t they the useless ones? A bitter smirk formed on my lips. Fine! If they won’t give me power, then I’ll take it. Marrying the enemy, huh? It shouldn’t be that hard of a first step.

Even when we fought—and we did—she’d always come back, always be the one to break first. But now? Now she looked at me like I was the villain in her story. And a strange and wile idea hit me: Maybe I wasn’t the only one reborn. Maybe Selene was too. So I tested it. When Father suggested I marry her, I said no. I expected tears or at least a sad look. But Selene didn’t even blink this time. She just nodded and said, “You deserve to be with the woman you truly love.” That was the moment I knew. She was reborn, too. And that… that worked perfectly for me.

Sebastian looked back at me with the full, steady weight of a man who had spent three years losing to me on purpose and had married me and fought beside me and held my hand through things that would have broken a different kind of partnership entirely. “Not on the vote,” he said. “No.” I almost smiled. “Good.” “Good?” “I’d be worried if it had,” I said. “I didn’t marry you to agree with you.” Something moved in his face. The real smile arriving the way it always did — unhurried, unannounced, worth everything. “Three weeks,” he said. “Three weeks,” I confirmed. And just like that, with Julian Reyes in custody and two families breathing for the first time in twenty two years and a marriage tha

"Where is that confident look you always have on your face? Devon should see his brave wife now, begging on her knees to save her mom's little shop. You are lucky, Alice. Because if you had waited another day, you would have been begging for her life instead." I lowered my gaze to the floor, my hands trembling as my nails cut into my skin. I had been pretending to be untouchable ever since I woke up in this second life, but right now, on the cold locker room floor, I felt the terrifying truth of how far my enemies were willing to go.

My heart was hammering so hard against my ribs I thought it would crack them. ​With shaking fingers, I snatched my phone off the nightstand. The screen was perfectly smooth. I checked the top corner, and the breath completely left my lungs. ​The date stared back at me. It was fourteen months before the car crash…before they murdered me for my company. ​I was back. I had somehow come back from the dead. ​Knock. Knock. ​"Raya? Are you awake?" ​The door opened slightly, and Keila peeked inside. She was wearing a soft pastel robe, a sweet, innocent smile on her face.

In my past life, my sister and I got married on the same day. I married Ethan Vance, a conservative, old-school business tycoon. My fiery temper clashed with his family's rigid rules, and we fought constantly. My sister Seraphina married General Alexander Marshall, a cold and ruthless military man. She was gentle and timid, and while her husband was always away on duty, his adopted sister Sophia tormented her endlessly until she fell into depression and died. The first thing I did when I was reborn was swap husbands with my sister. Before the wedding, I made a deal with Alexander: "This is just a political marriage. We each get what we need. No feelings involved." But after we married,

"No. He opened the first." "Mine?" "Yes. And he downloaded a document that wasn't there before." "What document?" Daniel hesitated. "A marriage certificate." Serena frowned. "Whose?" "Your father's." She stopped walking. "My father was married to my mother." "Not according to this document." Lucian took the phone. "Explain." "The certificate names another woman as his wife. The marriage took place two years before Serena was born." Serena felt her blood run cold. "What's the woman's name?"

He barged into the venue half-mad, screaming that he was reborn, that he was a time traveler, that I was meant to be his mate. “In the previous life you married me!” he shouted for the entire hall to hear. “We had a happy and perfect marriage! We were a match made in heaven, the immortal couple the whole pack envied!” Kale simply nodded to his men. They dragged Mathew out while he still yelled my name. Later that same night, after the guests left and the blood-oath mark on my forehead had faded to a soft silver, Kale sat me down and came clean. He had been reborn too. He had seen the same ending I had.

Betraying her marriage for a fantasy. If she had another chance... if she could do it all over again... Her vision darkened at the edges. Through the roaring flames and her fading consciousness, she heard footsteps pounding up the stairs. A door crashing open. "AVELINE!" Lucian’s voice. Desperate. Raw. Strong arms lifted her, cradling her against a chest she had pushed away a thousand times.

My fingers trembled against the hem of my skirt. “Of course I did,” he replied. “Did you really think you could get away with it? That you could just come back here and pretend to be someone else and I wouldn’t notice?” “I am someone else,” I replied firmly. It was the truth. I wasn’t the same woman he’d been married to. That woman had died in a fire, and like a phoenix, I’d been reborn, rising out of my own ashes. “Are you now. Hm. You’re just…somebody else. Just like that.”