Rebirth of the Phoenix: The Top Supermodel Strikes Back!

-no matter how hard she had tried to forget, that night was still burned in

r got the chance to be born-the one wh

Back then, he had been handsome and full of life. Now, he lay motionless, his presence dimmed to nothi

er finally cleared his throat to remind her of his pre

ly agreed to stay and go through with the marriage. He didn't know why

his wish was finally within reach, his demeanor softened considerably. Any revisions Violet requested were granted without hesitation. He even called in

ings, and moved into the Hartford estate that very night. It was only then that she learned the name of the man

re Har

te, or just a cruel twist of destiny? Violet didn't know whether to laugh or cry. But one thing was ce

ardless of the original intent, from the moment the marriage contract was signed, Viole

a Hunter and Luna Clark-the masterminds behind Violet's downfall-they didn't last long after losing thei

spent time reading to him daily-unless work absolutely prevented her from coming home-and even went out of her way to learn specialized massage techniq

te was

n three, five-seven years slip

's complexion had grown visibly healthier, his bo

nging her into the family had been an act of desperation. But over time, she had proven herself-not just through her actions, but through the quiet strengt

rriage, Mr. Hartford made her an offer-he w

t ref

she was content with the life she had

had only suggested it out of a moment of conscience. At his core, he was still a selfish man. And no matter

toward Violet subtly changed. He never spoke of it, but from then o

n-law," he would say, witho

Violet Brooks out of her thoughts. She listene

ases, and a five-story climb every day. The three-bedroom unit had been converted from a different layout, and her tiny 15-square-meter room barely fit a single

e could afford. But in this life, she kne

It was for her health and the baby's well-being. Th

end her space. In the summer, it was manageable. But in the winter, even with heating, her feet were constantly exposed to th

sions about shared living being smooth, but sh

mpered girl, but fair and reasonable. As long a

was the couple

re a di

irlfriend? She washed their underwear (and once, even their shoes) in the shared washing machine. No mat

there was

ten came home late at night, clattering around the kitchen, cooking at odd hours, and giggling as if they lived alone.

eady making a racket-pots clanging, laughter echoing through the walls. Her nei

e, creating more mess without cleaning up. And when winter arrived, she'd insist on run

d throbbed a

She needed to find a new place a

y. Before she could worry about money, sh

on online searches to find a well-rated hospital nearby

he registration and initial tests took longer than expected. By the t

gnant-just as s

she might have remained oblivious, thinking a

dore had been drinking that night. Not heavily,

orries, the doctor gave her news

carrying ju

having