Reborn: Marrying My Ex's Comatose Uncle

Chapter 9

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of the estate. The only noise left in the massive master bedroom was the

alked slowly, her steps making almost no sound on the thick

his was the first time since her re

ht loss couldn't hide his striking, deeply sculpted features. His eyes were closed. His thick, dark

ruin. She remembered the world turning its back on her. And she remembered Deacon, dragging his severely injured body i

led in her chest. Her throat tightened, and

down next to the bed. She moved slowly, terrified

placed her palm over Deacon's large, calloused

normal, radiating heat of a healthy person.

e leaned in closer, her voice dro

room. "I know you can't hear me right now. But I h

on-clad posture she used against Harry me

confessed, her voice trembling slightly. "I marri

in this house, I will be a real wife to you. I will protect you. I wi

le. She felt a little ridiculous making life-or-death v

she sighed softly. "Even if you j

used her index finger to lightly trace the promin

nervous lilt entering her voice, "I would even be wil

hot flush of embarrassment exploded a

impossible

t, physical frictio

t. Her eyes snapped wide open,

as a slow, deliberate movement. The rough pad of his finger dragged against the

yanked her hand back and

elvet armchair backward. It hit t

d at Deacon's face, her chest heaving. She searched his pale featur

shut. His chest rose and fell at th

monitors. The green lines were perfectly steady. H

ne hit the wall. Her brain wa

rve reflex? A random muscle spa

e incredibly shameful, explic

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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.”