Reborn: Marrying My Ex's Comatose Uncle

r's eyes s

bbed directly into her pupils. Her pupils constricted violently

spilled over the rim, soaking into the delicate silk fabric of her custom-made gown. The sudd

owly sharpened. It morphed into the crisp

she had just been pulled from the bottom of a freezing o

en in their tailored tuxedos. She saw the waiters carrying

her life ended in

he room. Standing there, surrounded by a crowd of f

ng at him. A slow, arrogant smile spread across his face. It was a smile of absolu

ently churned. Acid

ations. She remembered the psychological torture. She remembered the cold, suffocating des

etto sank into the thick, hand-woven wool rug. The sound

ticed her pale face. H

f iced water? Or perhaps I could show you

so hard into her palms that the sharp pain grounded her

placed her half-empty champagne flute

om, a loud tapping sound e

Chavez family, stood on the temporary stage.

The entire ballroom fell dead silent within seconds

on his wrinkled face. "Ladies and gentlemen. Thank you for joinin

s chin, his posture radiating absolute superiority. He took

at Ciel. Her eyes swept over Ciel's body with a critical, satisfied gleam, exactly

room. "The Miller family has a long, honorable history with us.

her heart leveled out. The absolute terror in her eye

unced with a wide smile, "I have decided to give Ciel's

use. Dozens of eyes shifted to Ciel. Some women glar

here, palm up, waiting for her to blush, lower her he

n. The ballroom settled into

l. She stared blankly at

ossed his dark eyes. He gave his fingers a slight,

the fabric of her silk skirt.

alked straight toward the empty sp

spine until it was rigid. She tilted her head up, loo

ncomfortably. The air in the roo

leaned forward slightly, her eyes widening in

al, deep breath. She projected her voice so i

the years," Ciel said. Her voice was crisp and did not shake