Revenge Of The Reborn Bride นิยาย & เรื่องราว

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.

"You hated me after you woke up. Do you no longer resent me?" "I admit that I was angry when I found out. My best friend had plotted my death just to take away the man I loved and you hadn't trusted me like you should have and made me abort our pup. I felt nothing but rage as the life slipped out of me. But I was given another chance and I cannot waste it by being resentful. We were meant to be together Aiden, that's why I was mated with you in this life again. It's another chance to make things right so please,let's not waste it." I looked up at her, not believing how lucky I was to have been given someone like her. Her words sank deep in my heart and gave me courage.

Her hair was mussed against her face, but she was probably unaware of it, and the black linen dress suited her beautifully. Usually, black was a common color, but it looked especially different on her, and despite its thin material, it made her look very attractive. "Your sister killed you in... in your other life?" he inquired, trying to go along with her half-brained story. "No," she countered, shaking her head vehemently. "Cassidy is my stepsister, not my biological sister. She hated me and set me up with her fiance. On the same day, she killed me. I believe I was sent back to take my revenge on her. To do that, I cannot be married to you. I'm sorry, Master Nolan."

"Get on your knees. Apologize to Celeste. Or the wedding is off." My whole body went rigid. I met his gaze, pure hatred burning behind my eyes. "No." His temper exploded. He grabbed my collar and kicked my legs out from under me. My knees hit the hardwood with a sickening crack of pain. I tried to push myself up, but his hand closed around my throat, shoving me back down. "Apologize, or I call everything off right now!" A familiar, primal terror seized me—flashbacks of the violence from my last life crashing down.

W‍e had be​en through tw‌o lives o⁠f pain to get to‌ t‌his moment. "Where is‍ the l‍ittle one?" he asked. ‌"Sleeping," I said. "For the first time in h‌is life, he’s in a room tha⁠t belongs to‌ hi​m." We wal‍k⁠ed inside tog​ether. The hou‍se w‍as full of ligh‌t. I fe⁠lt like the Reborn Bride ha‌d f‍inally found her ho‌me. I sat down a​t my desk and opened my lapto‌p.⁠ I had one‍ last thing to do. I dele‍ted the vide‍o file fr⁠om the memory card. The evidence had⁠ been giv‍en to the p⁠olic⁠e, and I didn't‍ want to see that balcony ever again.‍

“Oh! Right. Of course.” She looked at me suspiciously. “Are you okay? You don't look well.” She approached and placed her hand on my forehead, checking my temperature. I forced a smile and shook my head. “I'm fine. Can you tell him I'll be there in a minute, please?” “Sure. Take your time and look good for your baby, girl.” She winked, then she stepped out of the room. My heart thumped nervously as I headed to my wardrobe and opened it. Despite my determination to pay him back, nerves racked me. It was the first time I’d ever sought revenge against someone.

"You’ve worked by my side for two long years. You know me better than anyone else in this city. We are going to tell them that spending all those late nights together, managing the chaos of this company, eventually turned into something else. We fell in love, Charlotte. Quietly, privately, away from the cameras and the office gossip. That is the only story that protects the succession, and more importantly, it’s the only story that protects your reputation." Charlotte looked down at the dense legal paragraphs of the prenuptial agreement. The logic was terrifyingly ironclad. If anyone discovered she was being paid millions to marry her boss under a thirty-day stopwatch, she would be branded a

‘This outfit,’ she mumbled before panicking. “What’s the date today?” she asked, eagerness and panic in her tone, causing the man to frown. However, he soon concluded that maybe she didn’t know the date, as she was from the countryside. “Sixth of April two thousand and fifteen,” the driver said, staring at Tracy. He saw the shock and disbelief on her face. Tracy pinched her arm so hard, then yelped out in pain. She looked out of the car and saw the environment. She hurriedly walked out. “I was reborn twenty years ago when I was brought back to the Grants family,” she mumbled in disbelief.