Reborn: Marrying My Ex's Comatose Uncle

Chapter 4

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inds of Ciel's Manhattan apartment, paintin

ing the sensation of her own body. There was no chronic joint pain. There was no he

Phone on the nightstand sh

screen displayed the name Agatha, E

iped to

with a subtle hint of superiority. "Madam requires your presence

coldly, and hung up before A

in a beige, tailored pantsuit. It was understa

vigator the family had sent. She stared out the tinted window as the busy str

rough the massive wrought-iron gates o

n rugs. They entered Eleonora's sunroom. The room was blindingl

the stems of white hydrangeas with silver shears. S

tone making it sound like she was discussing a pest control s

ly what she wanted. But she kept her face completely blank. She lowe

l wasn't crying or begging. She waved her hand dismissively,

om. She navigated the long, winding corridor lined

om his mother's wing, and his footsteps stopped abruptly. The smug, confident look on his face instantly morphed into a dark scowl. He deliberately picked up his

r pockets and looked down at her. A

nning here first thing in the morning to beg my mother to

s that used to look at him with pathetic, desperate a

el stated, her voice flat and factua

idly. The mocking sneer cr

space. "Stop acting, Ciel. This little PR strategy of y

logne hit Ciel's nose. Her stomach imme

creating distance between them. Her face cont

n't fake. It was visceral. A sudden, irra

out, aiming to grab her chin and force her to look at h

ead to the side. At the exact same moment, she ra

ting skin echoed loudly dow

froze for a

was now stinging and turning red from the force of the impact. She

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“Ciel Miller opened her eyes to the blinding lights of a Manhattan ballroom, realizing she had been reborn on the exact night her life was ruined. On the stage, the billionaire patriarch of the Chavez family was proudly announcing her engagement to his arrogant grandson, Harry. In her past life, Ciel had blindly accepted his outstretched hand. That single step plunged her into a suffocating marriage filled with public humiliation and psychological torture, slowly draining her life away until she died. Harry had treated her like a pathetic stray dog, flaunting his absolute ownership while systematically destroying her. Now, as the polite applause echoed, Harry extended his hand with a sickening smirk, waiting for her to lower her head and submit. Instead, Ciel stood perfectly rigid and publicly rejected him in front of the entire New York elite. Harry's face drained of color, while his family quickly mocked her. "This is a cheap, embarrassing trick to get his attention," his sister sneered. Harry's arrogant smirk crawled back. He fully believed she was just throwing a childish tantrum to make him jealous, convinced she was absolutely nothing without his wealth and status. But Ciel looked at the man who had killed her in her past life with freezing disgust. Then, she turned to the powerful patriarch and dropped a bombshell that left the entire ballroom gasping for air. "If the family insists on taking care of me, I will marry into the Chavez family." "But I want to marry the comatose war hero. I want to marry General Deacon Chavez." She would rather spend the rest of her life with a "vegetable" than wake up next to a monster.”