Novel & Cerita Rebecca Novel

Fiona’s kind of venom didn’t die that easily. Silence stretched for a moment, broken only by the ticking of the old clock on the mantel. Rebecca squeezed her knees tighter, her body trembling. She wanted to scream, to stand up and shout that none of this was fair, that she had no control. But her throat locked. She stayed curled in the shadows, invisible, clinging to the hope that Ryan’s words weren’t what they seemed. Footsteps creaked. Slow, measured, deliberate. Rebecca’s breath hitched. Someone was moving at the porch.

The pain slowly but surely spread through her heart, and it was so suffocating. - Rebecca left Lotus Villa in a daze. At that moment, she felt as if she had lost everything. The Johnson Manor was once so magnificent. But ever since Cedric left, the Johnson family had completely fallen. Originally, she had been very devoted to the Johnson family. After learning about Cedric's background in Wexford, she also came to terms with it. Actually, Rebecca was a woman with a tragic fate. From beginning to end, she never knew what kind of person her husband really was.

Blake's POV - Present Day I woke up with Rebecca in my arms. She looked so peaceful sleeping, so beautiful. I couldn't believe I had wasted so many years with Adeline when Rebecca was right here. Rebecca stirred and opened her eyes. "Good morning," she said softly. "Good morning," I said, kissing her forehead. "How are you feeling?" "Better," she said. "Having you here makes everything better." I held her closer. "I wish I had realized this years ago. I wish I had chosen you from the beginning."

Silvia was still nothing. And Rebecca? Rebecca always got what she wanted. She just had to make sure Silvia never, ever saw another moment of undeserved relief again. She would fully move into the mansion, and Silvia would finally know what real pain was. Did she dare talk back to her? Rebecca had been the pride of everyone she knew since she was a child, such a talented, perfect person should never be talked to the way Silvia had dared to talk to her, threatening her with death and ghosts!

The greenhouse was quiet except for the steady drip of water from misting pipes. The orchids shimmered under filtered sunlight—white, pink, and blood red. Stella bent to clip a wilted leaf, breathing in the humid air. She didn’t hear the footsteps until the scent hit her—rose perfume and sharp envy. “Funny,” Rebecca said behind her, “I thought murderers preferred basements, not flowers.” Stella straightened slowly. “Is there something you need?” Rebecca circled her like a predator. “I need a lot of things, darling. Respect. Order. Loyalty. But mostly, I need nuisances to know their place.”

To my surprise, he was still there as if a magic spell was cast and put him in deep thought. Seriously, I don’t get him. “WHERE THE hell have you been?” asked Reina as she opened the door of our room. “Just took some night walk. Why?” She put her hands on the side of her waist, eyes raging on me. “Whoa, what’s your problem?” She laughed sarcastically. “What’s my problem? You are my problem.” “Ha?” “The Rebecca I know goes home right after her shift. She doesn’t do late-night walks because she prefers to read books before she sleeps. Now tell me? Who are you and where have you been—don’t try to philosophize me!’ she said.

I needed to nab her, hook, line, and sinker if I was going to get anything valuable from her. She gave me a long look, and I swear I could see the fire dancing in her almost obsidian eyes, “Oh, Adrian. It takes much more than a dark cloud hovering overhead to scare me. I didn’t get where I am today by being afraid of men in powerful positions,” she leaned forward and crossed her arms to make the valley of exposed skin beneath her breasts more pronounced. I had agreed to meet her in her apartment to make sure she was more forthcoming during our meeting. Rebecca had one of the most luxurious apartments in D.C. Ornate furniture filled the room, and the walls were adorned with expensive painting

SIX YEARS LATER Rebecca’s POV “Mom, this is where you grew up?” My son, Japheth, asked, making me smile. After the drama with Davis, I decided to open a fashion company with my family's support. To my greatest surprise, Caleb decided to help me, and even became my partner, even though he had his own companies to manage. In the early years of serendipity fashion, Caleb and I encountered dating rumors due to the fact that he was always with me. Some people accused me of dating my brother-in-law while playing the victim to make my ex-husband get bashed.

Then he added, almost as an afterthought: “Did you know Rebecca was pregnant when she died?” My world stopped. “It’s in the document,” he said. “Last page.” My fingers felt foreign as I flipped through the file again. And there, at the very end, was the test result. Rebecca. Two months pregnant. I remembered the morning sickness. The pale skin. The shakes. I’d thought it was the cancer. My stomach turned. “And the story Rebecca was imprisoned for?” I asked, desperate for something, anything, to contradict him. “Since you left prison, have you seen it reported anywhere?” Gordon countered. “Rebecca killing her stepmother. Stabbing her stepsister. Pleading guilty.” He shrugged. “Go on. G****e i

She must rely on herself to perform some kind of damage control on this. Her black Mary Jane heels it the corridor floor, striking a swift tapping rhythm as she made her escape hurriedly. Their three-inch heels warned anyone approaching that Rebecca headed somewhere and an urgent mission had her full attention. She couldn't spare time for pleasantries now. Rebecca searched for Everett, desperate to understand this latest twist of fate tossed down on the mortal plane to torture her last days.