Reborn: Marrying My Ex's Comatose Uncle

Chapter 8

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3rd arrived with a

ty mirror. She wore a minimalist, tailored silk wedding gown.

ras from the press. The apartment was quiet. Holly stood behind

the floorboards. A fleet of black, bulletproof Mayb

r rang. Holly hurri

oal suit. Pinned to his lapel was a white boutonnièr

rry is unavailable," Julian said smoothly, "I volunteer

a massive relief. She picked up the hem of her silk gown an

of the lead Maybach. The convoy smoothly pulled away f

sk Julian a single question about Harry. She didn't pull her phone

. Seeing her total indifference, he realized just

se, private redwood forest. A massive, modern fortress e

n sensors surrounded the property. It looked less

the main fountain. The heavy fro

rched down the stone steps. He opened Ciel's car door h

on's chief aide and head of estate security,

ly suspicious of this young, beautiful woman w

intimidating stare head-on. She offered a pol

foyer was vast, echoing, and completely devoid of an

ct, business-like tone as they walked down the hall. "Standard protocol dictates that

r heels clicked sharply

ut it carried an undeniable weight. "M

m, the master bedroom is currently a fully equipped medical facility. The General is su

y into Flint's eyes

Where my husband sleeps is where I sleep.

wavered, replaced by a flicker of genuine sur

d aside and gestured down the main

inforced acoustic doors at the hear

c mixed with a faint, underlying sce

oom, surrounded by monitors an

ve her bags by the door. She

e walk fearlessly toward the bed of the comatose general. Flint st

room. Ciel was finally alone with her new h

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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.”