Novel & Cerita The Elegant Life Of The Reincarnated Aristocrat

The Moretti villa was obscene. Not in the nouveau riche way of Vane’s penthouse, but in the way that came from centuries of accumulated wealth. The paintings were original Renaissance. The rugs were handmade by weavers who were probably long dead. The women at the dinner were the wives and daughters of Milan’s actual power the kind of women who existed behind the men and orchestrated everything. Alessia introduced her around like she was bringing in a new member of an exclusive club. “This is Nyx Zelene,” Alessia said to a woman in her seventies who looked like she could destroy governments with a single phone call. “She’s transforming the Syndicate from criminal enterprise to legitimate bus

I followed her into despair, jumping to end it all. When my soul hovered above my lifeless body, I saw someone I never expected. It was Andrew. He came running toward my corpse, tears streaming down his face, begging the doctors to save me. But my head was nearly shattered, so how could they possibly bring me back? My soul screamed madly at him, wanting him to stay away from my body as the very sight of him disgusted me. If I could, I would have slapped him silly. But I was powerless. What I didn't expect, however, was to be reborn.

Now that I’ve had a while to look at her… Is she Sharon Burnsley? That ultra-famous supermodel who worked with the various brand creators back in the days? Is it really her? It can’t be though. Sharon Burnsley went missing and was assumed dead a long time ago so how could she end up here. Moreover, it’s not possible that she’s Reiner’s mother although they pretty much have the same blue eyes… “Umm…are you Sharon Burnsley by any chance?” I asked hesitantly. “In my past life, I was Sharon Burnsley. I died and was reborn when I married the love of my life,” she said before she turned to place a kiss on the king’s cheek.

“What do you mean, Your Highness?” Ezra leaned her body towards Heinrich and smiled broadly. “You secretly love Madam Harriet Goldlane because she is the reincarnation of Cynthia Delaroche.” Heinrich cleared his throat softly. A blush appeared on his face. "Do not say that, I'm afraid of tarnishing her reputation. I gave up after learning that she is happily married to Lord Liam Almandine.” "We are the same! We have given up chasing the people we love, but we still love them,” said Ezra proudly.

But, Damien is begging and kneeling at him. “You can kill after you know the truth. I am tired of being manipulated by Gonzalo.” Damien answered. Caleb widened his eyes. “What do you mean?” Caleb pointed her sharp claws to Damien's neck. “Tell me everything!” The truth about Lia’s reincarnation struck him like a thunderstorm, each revelation hitting him harder than the last. Eliana wasn’t just someone who reminded him of Lia. She was Lia, reborn by the grace of the Moon Goddess. This revelation only fueled Caleb’s need to confront Gonzalo and end the chaos once and for all.

In my past life, that dinner had been the turning point, the quiet execution of my entire future. It was during that exact annual gathering that my father had casually dropped a hint about transferring my mother’s original inheritance into my name. In my naive, soft-spoken past life, I hadn't realized it was a calculated test. He had been probing my reaction, seeing if I had the spine to claim what was rightfully mine or if I would passively let it slide. Back then, terrified of causing a scene in front of my stepmother and Lurii, I had simply let it go. I had smiled, remained quiet, and allowed them to interpret my silence as surrender. Shortly after, Lurii and Marcus had moved in like vult

The luxurious fabric framed her figure perfectly, and satisfaction along with a burst of vanity instantly washed over her. Images of the Howard family's cramped and damp little home flashed through her mind, along with the memory of Nancy wearing those faded, over-washed clothes. Disgust rose bitterly in her throat. There was no way she was going back to that shabby place. Those people? Not good enough to be called her family. Rachel Bennett was meant for this kind of life—elegant, high-class, unattainable. Giving Robert and Vivian a sweet, obedient smile tinged with flattery, she said, "Thank you, Mom and Dad. I love it. I never even dared dream of a life like this before."

Jessica had a big smile, and she was really pretty. Lina tilted her head and snorted, clasping her hands to her chest and leaning against her seat, like Dyan. "I thought you didn not know I was young. But usually Dyan will give the number of roses according to the age of the person he gives the flowers to." She is betting that Dyan will still keep the habits of her previous life after reincarnation, and that the number of flowers she sends will always be the number of her current age. Thinking of this, she suddenly felt a little sentimental, she wondered if Dyan from the previous world would send her flowers after she died...

She carried the quiet elegance of a rose blooming in the stillness of early spring—untouched, refined, and striking. She was nothing like the woman they’d seen when she first came back; if anything, she was even more stunning than she’d been three years ago. And the clothes, the handbag—every piece was high-end designer. Julianne’s eyes widened. “Peter, does she have a sugar daddy?” she blurted out, because that was the only explanation she could come up with. Otherwise, how could a disgraced heiress who had been cast out by her own family afford to live like this—graceful, radiant, and exuding elegance?

“After recuperating, I’ll be back on your screen. Thank you.” The security quickly cleared a path and led us toward the VIP exit. As the private elevator to the basement opened, there stood someone near a sleek, black Bugatti. His brown hair was styled perfectly, each strand in place. But he had a cold face and a calm kind of confidence that made it impossible to ignore him. He looked like the kind of guy who could cause total confusion in the midst of girls just by walking in. “Hello, Mr. Scarlet.” He shook hands with Elena’s dad.