Reborn: Marrying My Ex's Comatose Uncle

Chapter 6

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poured through the floor-to-ceiling

front of her. Because Deacon was comatose, the wedding was stripped down to a small, highly

Weaver, Ciel's newly hired personal assist

sitant. "The main estate just sent over the prop

paper. Her gaze instantly locked onto the very first nam

her. A wave of physical di

since General Deacon cannot be there, having the eldest grandson lead

g her ex-fiancé escort her to her new husband was a deliberate, public humiliation. It was

essed the gold nib against the paper and dragged a thic

g the clipboard back to Holly. "Tell him Harry Chavez is absolutely banne

am Eleonora's direct arrangement so bluntly... it

ap. "I am about to be Deacon's wife. I have the absolute

ent blared violently. It was followed immediately by t

ied to the entryway an

His face was a mask of dark, thunderous fury. He marched straight in

py of the rejected itinerary his assistant had just emailed him. H

n erases the fact that you belonged to me?"

er. She calmly reached for her porcelain

makes me lose my appetite on the most impor

ce. "You are rushing to marry a vegetable," he mocked, his eyes wide and manic. "You don't even ha

omic chair, physically distancing herself from his toxic ener

one of a hostess speaking to a misbehaving child. "But if you even think about steppi

ke a sledgehammer. The blood rushed to his f

ign of a bluff, any sign of the desperate love she used to have for

teful bitch," he hissed through his teeth. "Let's see who i

the exit, his heavy leather shoes

lammed it shut behind him with a deafening cr

est in shock. She stared at th

lanc pen again. She looked down at the list of

anded on a name. Julian Chavez. A cousin. Perfect. She circ

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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.”