Reborn: Marrying My Ex's Comatose Uncle

Chapter 7

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of Ciel's apartment, th

ive, members-only club. The heavy soundproofing of the walls blocke

his shirt. He grabbed his crystal glass and downed the expensive single malt

e glass, keeping his eyes averted from the dark,

he amber liquid. Ciel's voice echoed relentlessly in his skul

nd how the woman who used to beg for his attention now loo

swung open. Julian Chavez, a cous

e scanned the dim room, spotted Harry hunched

ool next to Harry and sat down. He

e. A mocking smile played on his lips. "Drinking away the pa

is eyes bloodshot. "I'm celebrating," Harry spat out, his vo

his martini from the bartender and took a sip.

ing his elbows on the mahogany bar. "Ciel specifically crossed you

skey glass. His knuckles turned bone-white. The phantom fire

me leading the escort, let's see how she manages to walk into

lighting. "You look like a mess, Harry. You're about to run for Senate,

ar. "I am not losing my mind! I just hate

e shook his head, decidi

a serious, blunt tone. "For the past few years, you have been

"I gave her the protection of the Chavez name! I ga

Julian stated coldly. He listed the times Harry had publicly mocked Ciel's outfits at galas. "Even my own assistant told me about t

ted like a surgical blade, slicing open

d: Ciel, standing in the rain, her eyes red and swolle

erced directly through his heart. It

wall. He grabbed his crystal glass and slammed it

red. Amber liquid and shards of ic

t heaving, his eyes wild and desperate. "She was th

c, defensive face. He shook his head in deep disappointment. He k

up. He adjust

ver realize what you actuall

ting alone in the dark corner, staring at the broken glass,

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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.”