Novel & Cerita Reborn To My Engagement Night Novel

April's embrace graced the park, casting vibrant scenery and rejuvenating air all around. As Gilbert held her hand, guiding her along the cobblestone path with few passersby, she felt a wave of comfort she had once yearned for but believed unattainable. Now that she had it, her heart could never return to the innocence it once knew. She had grown reticent, often relying on Gilbert to initiate conversations. He would ask, and she would respond. He never found it tiresome and treated her with the same delicate attention as one would a first love.

"And now, I want you to be mine forever." I turned my head toward the sound of his voice and saw him drop down to one knee on the ice, holding up the velvet box. That was the exact second the truth washed over me. It hadn't been a nightmare at all. I had died in that parking lot, and somehow, I had been sent back in time. This was a second chance at life, a chance to choose a different path. And this time, I wasn't going to be the naive, foolish girl who believed in his sweet words and ignored his true colors.

Inside, the lights were bright, and chatter was buzzing. The warm yellow light spilled through the crack of the door and landed at my feet. I looked down at my hands, now youthful and smooth, with no calluses caused by paperwork on my fingertips. There was no indent from the wedding ring of the Shadowfrost pack from my previous life either. I had been reborn. I had returned to the time when Kyle Abbott and my sister, Selena Madden, were discussing their engagement. I pushed open the door of the banquet hall. Kyle sat beside the main seat, surrounded by gift boxes and wolf-bone goblets.

My gaze landed on the couch and I saw Isolde lying there unconscious but alive. What is going on? Didn't she die seven years ago? Didn't I just die? My hands began to shake as I grabbed a shattered phone beside me and through the screen I saw the year as 2025 This was seven years ago, the night it all began. I had been reborn! I tried to stand but my leg was crushed under a heavy boulder and I couldn't move. A loud crash echoed as the door was kicked open and Cassian rushed in looking younger.

Cold, reserved Nick played the lovesick fool, kneeling beneath the moonlight over the Hudson to swear he’d give me a safe life, free from this world’s bloodshed and chaos. I said yes. But the second we stepped into Vincent’s oak-paneled study, Nick’s warmth turned frigid. “Vincent, we had a deal. I’ve won the Moretti marriage.” In my past life, I was discarded by both men, betrayed by my family, and left to die of a forced heroin overdose. Now I’ve been reborn. And this time, I still said yes to Nick’s proposal... But everything would be totally different. ... Nick knelt on one knee before me, a custom-made diamond ring glinting between his fingers.

Fortunately, after my rebirth, I realized the comments weren’t real. I rejected that implanted memory, and the so-called comments stopped appearing. I immediately arranged for new doctors to treat my parents. A week later, their memories returned. On our first wedding anniversary, Berkeley and I went to celebrate on a private island he had bought for me. To make up for everything I had endured, he became the perfect husband in every way. Now I was pregnant. Unlike in my previous life, I no longer had to keep bearing children under my mother-in-law’s pressure just to have a son, nor did I have to endure raising five children while living with an abusive husband.

He had reminded me that as the only surviving heiress to a CEO, I was destined for a massive wedding, not a life with someone like him. He was entering politics and needed my support, which was when he first proposed the contract marriage with Zion Carter. Zion needed a wife and a child, and in exchange, he would back my father’s election campaign. The election wasn’t immediate back then; it was set for a year later—the exact time I ended up dying in my past life. Now, I wasn't returning as the submissive daughter they remembered. I was back to reclaim my name.

Her parents’ deaths. Her own murder. And then she remembered the woman’s words: “The suffering you will face will open the door to a new hope. And the moon will guide you.” Katherine gripped the watch so tightly her knuckles whitened. Her body trembled. A glance at a television mounted on the wall froze her in place. A news broadcast flickered across the screen: “The Sutherland Group heiress is expected to announce her engagement tonight to Lieutenant Colonel Richard Gordon.” Tonight. The pieces clicked together. This was the night she had been planning to propose to Richard. She had gone back in time. Fate had given her a second chance. Another life. Another opportunity. Another chance to r

After she apparently tired herself out, she settled her attention on me, chest heaving and eyes pointed. “We’re engaged, Zarek!” she yelled. “I know.” “We’re engaged, and yet you’re here every night like it means nothing. Like I mean nothing!” Her volume rose. “Do you even see me as your fiancée?” The absurdity of her reaction was laughable. “Please. All you care about is becoming my Luna.” I said. “I care about the pack alliance. We both know what this is, so don’t stand there and pretend like it’s anything more than that.”

He filled a dog bowl with food and pushed it in front of me, sneering, "You were pretty smug the day the bank was robbed, thinking my life was over, right? You had no idea I'd turn things around, huh?" Nancy hooked her arm through his and looked down at me with open contempt. "Spencer, calling off our engagement is the best decision I've ever made. Someone like you should stay locked up forever. I even heard they tortured you so badly you couldn't have kids anymore. You're done for good." Sitting in the darkness, I gave them a calm look. "Don't get excited too early. You were the one who colluded with the robbers, weren't you?"