Reborn To My Engagement Night Novel นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Caden’s voice broke through the daze, smooth and confident—“Say yes already, babe. My knees are killing me.” And that’s when it hit me. I’ve been reborn. I really have a second chance. I was back. Alive. Seeing everything in front of me and Caden's fake face, I clench my fists. This time… It was the start of my revenge.

Heat flooded my face. I stared at him, mortified. Preston just looked back at me with this totally innocent expression. "My legs don't work right," he said casually. "Everything else functions just fine though." I opened my mouth but nothing came out. "Besides," he continued, "we're engaged now. Fiancés. So you should probably help me take care of this." "Preston, I don't think..." My phone started buzzing before I could finish. I grabbed it from my pocket. Pierce's name flashed on the screen. Of course.

I don't want to end up trusting someone and then have my trust betrayed the one thing that I don't want and I don't want to do things for the sake of doing an answer to break off my engagement with my ex-fiance because I don't want to have food you don't feel I wanted to know that the feelings I had were real and that we did happen. Recovery gives you time to get everything you need to get in order and when it happens with your memory it's like a movie of your life. When you wake up you become reborn again but you don't have empire you're still human that's the dumb part because it would be so cool if I woke up and I was a vampire because apparently when they are reborn they remember everyth

My hands touched something smooth and familiar. I was… in the wedding night bedroom. Panic surged through me. I sat up, heart hammering, trembling violently. My body ached, but not the way it had before. No bruises, no blood, no broken bones. I looked down at myself. Silk. White. Perfect. My wedding dress. The realization hit me like a tidal wave. I had been reborn. The first day of our marriage. Our wedding night. Every horrific event the fall, Selena’s betrayal, William ignoring me, being left to die none of it had happened yet.

"What did you say? He's getting married? That's impossible. I don't believe it. How could he do this to me?" I dug my nails into my thigh to stop myself from laughing. "See for yourself. The Moore family's heir is marrying Luna Summers. The funny thing is she came from a modest background, just like you. And she's also pregnant with Mr. Moore's baby." Aria's face twisted with anger. Radiation forgotten, she snatched my phone and held it inches from her eyes, reading and rereading the article. Then, her fingers went slack. The phone slipped from her hand and hit the floor with a loud crack.

She looked haggard, and her head hung low, but she wouldn't talk. I clutched my butterfly knife tightly, alarm bells ringing in my head. "What do you want?" She raised her head, her eyes meeting mine. There was a lot in her gaze. Hoarsely, she said, "Michael…" I said nothing. I assumed she wanted me to forgive Josiah and her father. And then she asked, "You've been reborn as well, haven't you?" Shocked and shaken, I started running. "I-I won't hurt you!" said Hazel quickly.

I raise mine back, and he winks. I walk over to the window, looking out at the lights again, and think about that girl who walked up the staircase all those years ago, angry and hungry and ready to take back what was hers. She didn’t know what it would feel like to get here. She didn’t know that after all the fighting, there could be quiet. There could be joy. There could be a life that’s not just about paying back old debts, but about building something new. The future stretches out ahead, bright and warm. I take a sip of my wine, and smile.

Her manner of speech and demeanor were entirely different from the Felicia of ten years in the future. This was the 18-year-old Felicia. I had truly gone back ten years into the past. Forcing back the bitter swell of emotions, I greedily took in the sight of her. "You don't wish to marry me because the man you genuinely want to marry is Samuel Gardner, isn't it?" Felicia let out a scoff. "And what if I do? Could you do us that favor?" I answered with utmost seriousness, "I can." My parents died on the battlefield to protect the country. Because of this, the king promised me a royal decree arranging a marriage where I could marry anyone I wanted.