Rebecca Novel Novels & Stories

“I don’t want the cake. I don’t want the flowers. I don’t want Catherine’s apology. And I don’t want you to keep proving, again and again, how little you know about the woman you call your wife.” Vance’s hand tightened at his side. “Rebecca—” She turned away before he could continue. “I’m tired,” she said. This time, she did not walk toward the stairs. She walked past the dining table, past the roses, past the open door, and into the guest room corridor without looking back. The bedroom door opened quietly. The cold scent of cedar slipped in through the gap, breaking the still darkness of the room. Rebecca lay on the left side of the bed, wrapped in the thin duvet. She had not fallen asleep.

The screen lit up: 20:12 - Friday, June 12, 2021. She blinked repeatedly, rubbing her thumb hard against the glass screen as if trying to erase the words, but the numbers remained still, coldly proving an absurd truth. Evelyn's pupils contracted violently, and her chest tightened. This was the summer of 2021. It was the day before she registered her marriage to Dominic Hayes in her past life. It was also the exact day all the brutal tragedies began. Heaven had truly given her a chance to return to the starting point of her hell. "Evelyn, the master requests you to come down to the living room immediately. He says there is a highly important matter regarding the marriage arrangement to discus

I lean back in my chair. There’s a story here. One that’s not in the files. Not in the whispers. Something under the surface. And that scares me more than anything. Because when ghosts come back, they don’t want peace. They want revenge. And if Kaia has any connection to Alina Rivers—hell, even just proximity to the truth behind her disappearance—Nathaniel is in deeper shit than he thinks. I open the old dossier again. The one Nathaniel had compiled on me. Petty stuff. Blackmail. Insurance. Every decent man in my line of work has one. I kept mine clean, but he got closer than most.

Ava said as I nodded. "I just need to charm this woman and act smitten by her and in no time she'll fall for me. Then I can propose. Order me a ring, your choice one she wouldn't be able to say no to." I said as Ava picked up her tablet by her side and starts shopping online. "Tell me about this woman?" The little I know about her would work in my favour. “Rebecca Marlowe. Daughter of Elijah and Annabelle Marlowe. She’s a practicing lawyer working at her father’s firm. Twenty-seven. Never been in a relationship. Extremely shy, doesn’t drink, and conservative in her ways.” Ava rattled off.

Resurrecting the turmoil of anger that once dimmed and is now beginning to reach her again. The woman is just as shocked as Elliona, she pounces on her eyes as if in disbelief as to who she sees "What are you doing here Elliona Nayvellin Lim?" asked the woman with her swab. "I should have asked you! What are you doing here Rebecca Kwon!" Elliona hisses who is just as arrogant as the woman named Rebbeca. Ahh! of course, I want to meet my future husband and also his grandmother" said Rebecca casually DEG

It was far too old and much too sacred to abuse it. He flipped it to the back few pages and saw that it was the story of Queen Rebecca, and how she came to be. He read it slowly because it was a story that he thought that he knew, but apparently he did not know everything, and he found it so emotional for some reason. He thought maybe it was just the beautiful way that it had been written, but that wasn't really it.

The room smelled faintly of beeswax polish and cut flowers, as though beauty could be bottled and forced into the air. Rebecca stood in the center, silk dressing gown catching the light as she gave orders. One servant adjusted a centerpiece an inch to the left, another straightened a chair, both terrified of her sharp tongue. They moved quickly, afraid she might lash out if she caught them breathing too loudly. Rebecca’s lips curved in satisfaction. At last, the house was coming alive. For once, everything would shine. Everything would remind Valentina of home, of what she had left behind.

Anna came into the room and stopped behind me in the mirror, she hugged me tight like she did a million times and said "This will pass Beck!" - Do you think so, Anna? Do you think this will ever go away? Will I stop thinking of him as a good person? - When it comes to the end we start to romanticize the beginning Rebecca, but that doesn't mean it was good. Victor has always been the most idiotic man in the world with you. - Yes, everyone noticed Anna, except me! - I felt a tear run down my eye. - No problem, let's eat a hamburger like we did when we were teenagers and talk about what's hurting you for hours!

Rebecca placed her phone beside her and lay back on the bed, staring up at the ceiling. Her mind still lingered on everything they had discussed. Her aunt. Seraphina. And the feeling she could not shake. Slowly, sleep claimed her. —------ At first, her sleep was going peacefully, then the dream began. Rebecca stood in a place she did not recognize. Or perhaps maybe she did. It felt like the estate. But not quite. The shadows were longer, the air colder and the silence heavier. She moved slowly, her steps echoing in a way that felt unnatural.

Rebecca had woken up early and snuck out of the bedroom. She went to the kitchen and stayed at the door. Zita was present as well as another maid. She had caught a glimpse of the Duchess when she turned her head round. "Good morning, Your grace!" Her salutation alerted the other who was with her. "Good morning, Your grace!" The latter said and curtsied. "Good morning." Rebecca answered cheerily with a smile. She walked towards the island. She leant against it. Zita observed that she was happy-extremely happy-and was curious to know why.