Mission To Remarry Novelheart Novels & Stories

He felt a surge of excitement as he contemplated how to express his love and gratitude in a way that truly honored her. Suddenly, his eyes lit up with inspiration as he thought of a grand gesture to repay Valerie for her unwavering devotion. The idea of remarrying her, this time with her full consent and blessings, filled him with joy and anticipation. Their previous marriage had been marred by external pressures and conditions, but this time, Nelson vowed to make it different. He wanted their union to be a celebration of their love, a testament to the enduring bond they shared. With renewed determination, Nelson resolved to make Valerie the happiest woman in the world. He envisioned a weddi

"If you regret it now, for old time's sake, I can give you a chance. "Stay by my side. Granted, I can't offer you a legitimate status, but at least you'll continue to live like royalty. Surely that's better than being shackled to a corpse and living a sexless, miserable life!" I looked up and met his gaze. Then, all of a sudden, I chuckled. "Rowan." Holding his stunned gaze, my voice was clear and calm. "Do you… have a special interest in your sister-in-law?" Rowan's pupils abruptly contracted. "What… what did you just say?" For the first time, his voice carried a trace of fear.

His eyes widened in confusion and terror as he read the words glowing in the air: [MISSION COMPLETED] Condition: You have successfully revived your lover’s heart through the ultimate sacrifice. Reward: Your contract with this world is terminated. You may now return to your true reality. Edwin’s breath hitched. "Lover's... heart? Victoria?" He looked down at the operating table, but my body was already beginning to glow with a soft, ethereal light. I wasn't the donor. I was the mission. And he wasn't the hero of this story—he was the obstacle I had finally overcome.

Eventually the rescue team found me and carefully pulled me out of the wreckage. Every small movement tugged at my injuries, making it feel like I was being stabbed all over by knives. Still, none of that compared to the pain in my heart. When Rachel Lindt, my fiancee, saw that I was lying there motionless, she had even less qualms about speaking her mind. "I've already had the artificial heart brought here. After the surgery, just tell him that his heart ruptured due to the plane crash. I'm sure I don't need to tell you the rest?"

“Did you really think I wouldn't figure it out? You've been gone for four years, and suddenly, the moment you get the chance, you're treating my daughter.” Her eyes narrowed at me. “Did you really think you could just come back and become Mrs. Black again? Oh, please. Wake up from your dreams!” My fingers curled around the file in my hand. I could feel the anger spreading through me, but I refused to let her see how much her words affected me. Instead, I walked toward her, stood directly in front of her, and gave her a tight smile. “You seem to be forgetting something, Serena. Kieran and I aren't divorced yet.”

Because it was a reminder — that people change, that relationships heal, that the past doesn't have to be a prison. Emilia is getting married. Celeste and I are building a life. Mireille is learning to paint. Hana is learning to rest. We're all learning. And that's the point. End of Chapter 145

Rania stuttered until her tears dripped from the pain in her chest. "It's okay, and the healer will heal it later... calm down, dear..." Benedict tried to stay calm beside his hysterical wife and daughter, who had seizures again in his arms. His heart ached, but the Healer arrived quickly, and everyone was ordered to stay outside while he was healing.

I was done with their expectations and their failed attempts at arranging my life. From this day forward, I would forge my own path, and no one would stand in my way. The fire of revenge burned bright within me, and I would stop at nothing to protect what was rightfully mine. As I drove back to the mansion, tears streamed down my face, blurring the road ahead. A sense of defeat and desolation washed over me, suffocating me. Kelvin's betrayal was a blow I never saw coming, a wound that cut deep into my soul. I had thought our marriage was a union of two imperfect people working towards a better future, but now I realized I was alone in that endeavor.

I remarked casually before entering the house without another word. Later, Grandpa informed me that Matthew needed time to consider about the engagement. Jeffrey might have almost forgotten that he had a cousin named Matthew. Hector had a daughter who gave up her inheritance rights and became a police officer after falling in love with a policeman. Later, both of them died in battle on a mission, leaving only one son behind. Hector and his daughter had argued over her marriage. After his daughter's death, Hector was filled with remorse. However, Matthew grew up alone since childhood and rarely returned to Zachary Residence.

Though he wasn’t against it since he and his friend which is Noah’s father were eager to get their son and daughter married, he couldn’t help but wonder why they suddenly wanted to marry now. “I want to make amends for all of the mistakes I’ve made. Not only for the sake of our business, but also to help Noah avoid being forced into a marriage with the woman his father chose for him.” Celene answered, not wanting them to know that revenge was her main motive for this remarriage.