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All Chapters of Rebirth: Contract Marriage With Ex-fiance's Uncle: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

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Emma WhitcombCONGRATULATIONS, MS WHITCOMB. YOU'RE THREE MONTHS GONE.My grip tightened on the pregnancy test result, hands trembling, and tears blurring my vision.I had just left the hospital in a cab. I couldn’t wait to share the news with Daniel, my fiancé. Although the baby was unexpected, we’d be getting married soon—it truly felt like a double blessing.As I stepped into the house, I was greeted by a living room filled with flowers.Could this be a surprise Daniel had prepared for me?The next second, I spotted a huge display sign.HAPPY BIRTHDAY, Eleanor.Eleanor—my “new” sister.My eyes swept over the decorations in the living room. Beautiful cake, several gifts, and of course, mom and dad sitting by Eleanor’s side, showering her with gifts. While I was left here… nobody even noticed me even though it was my birthday too. “I got you this, darling,” dad said, handing over car keys to Eleanor. Her face lit up with excitement as she gasped, taking the key, “latest BMW?

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Emma Whitcomb Of all the things Eleanor could ask for, she wants to marry my fiancé? I didn't expect that. My gaze shifted to Daniel… wanting to see his reaction. But he just looked away, as if already considering it. I was still reeling when El stood and walked over to me, “sis, you're not mad at me, are you?” “I don't mean to ask for this, but it's just that… Daniel is a good man. I've really never been lucky with men in the past…” she paused, her eyes glistening with tears. Cunning bitch. “I just wanted to experience what it feels like to be treated well by a man even if it's not real…” “I want to know what it feels like to walk down the aisle… to say the vows… in all, to be married,” I scoffed silently, my stomach twisting with anger. Yeah, I heard that she never had a successful relationship. She wasn't lucky with men. Her last boyfriend almost killed her, but even then, my fiancé is the one she wants to use to redeem her past? Tell me another fucking big joke. “Sis…”

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Emma Whitcomb I clutched the pregnancy test results in my bag as I sat in the taxi, my hands trembling, tears blurring my vision.While Daniel is out there, planning his ‘fake’ wedding with my sister, here I am, carrying his seed inside me. I pressed a hand to my stomach, tears dropping from my eyes as the city blurred past the cab.I had wanted to tell Daniel—but now there was no need. I would have this child and raise it on my own.Suddenly, the car made a loud screeching sound, halting abruptly. The driver's voice followed, “We're here, Ms,” I looked out through the window. He was already parked in front of the Whitcomb mansion… the house that has become a graveyard to me.With the weight of everything pressing down on my chest, I stepped out of the car and headed into the house.Today would be the last time I stepped into this house—I was here to pack my things. “Mom, are you sure this is beautiful? Daniel picked it himself,” El’s voice echoed in the living room with a ligh

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Emma WhitcombPanic exploded in my chest as I struggled, but it was useless. They were too strong. Within seconds, I was shoved into the backseat of a car. The door slammed shut. Darkness swallowed me whole. “Who…are you?” My voice cracked into a whisper, pulse quickening, cold sweat forming on my forehead. “Wh…what do you want?” I stuttered. “Us?” The one holding a pistol stepped forward and asked just one question, “can't you tell? Of course, I could tell… I could see danger lurking around me. But who are these people? Are they robbers? “I…I… Please… please don't hurt me. I'll give you anything. Is it money you want? I'll give you money,” I said, my voice shaky. “Money?” He scoffed, turning to glance at the others, and as he turned to me, a hot slap landed on my cheeks. My knees cracked against the tiled floor, a sharp wince tearing through my throat. Fear gripped me. They weren't here to rob… They came for me. I scrambled back, body trembling as he approac

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Emma Whitcomb "Emma, open your eyes, please..." He panicked, his voice shaky. I stood there, staring in confusion. "Stay with me, please! Emma..." His hand pressed against my stomach as he yelled. I swallowed hard. Why was he worrying? We are not even close. Mr. Cole and I first met at the orphanage six years ago when I went to volunteer there. He was also there to volunteer. We didn't speak much that day though we worked together. After the orphanage incident, we met a few times on different occasions, before I finally found out he was Daniel's uncle. The last time I saw him was the day after our engagement, but three days ago, I saw on the news that he was back into the country to handle his billion-dollar business... Moreau Luxe. He is the founder and the CEO of the biggest fashion company in the country... Moreau Luxe. Why was the man whom I'm not close to, affected by my death this much?“Emma!”I knew.It didn’t matter.It was already too late.The world around

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Emma Whitcomb “Let's get married,” Mr. Cole's face drained of colors, and for the next few seconds, he stared dumbfounded. By then, silence had already thickened in the air, that even the sound of a pin drop would be heard at that moment. Then the almost silent whispers came on. ‘What’s going on?’ ‘Why is she standing with Mr. Cole instead of Daniel?’ Mr. Cole finally spoke up, his voice firm, “what are you doing?” Just one stride, and I stood so close to him, our bodies almost touching. I moved my hands to his neck, pulled his face down, and pecked his lips without a warning. He stiffened. Gasps echoed behind me. As I pulled away, my hands still wrapped around his neck, a small smile curled round my lips as I said, “play along,” Then I turned around, my eyes meeting Daniel's face. He stood there, his eyes widened, and face pale, like he'd just seen a ghost. I let my eyes wander to mom and dad. They both stared with disbelief. “Thank you, everyone for coming tonight, b

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Emma Whitcomb My chest tightened the moment I found my way back home. Every single detail reminded me of my dying moment. My legs stilled in the living room, my eyes spun as they wandered to the same spot where I took my last breath. My knees buckled beneath me as memories of everything flashed back into my head… my heart was pounding hard as the image of my body in a pool of blood clung to my head. “Pull yourself together, Emma… You're not dead… You're alive now,” I whispered to myself, tears blurring my vision. Finally, the sound of footsteps snapped me out of my trance, and I gasped sharply. I lifted my gaze. Mom and dad were descending the staircase, their faces burning with rage. “How dare you embarrass your dad and I back there…” mom gritted angrily, raising a hand to slap me. I grabbed her hand mid-air, eyes locked on her. Colors drained from her face. This was the first time I ever disobeyed them. I'd do everything they asked for ever since they adopted me… I lived

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Emma Whitcomb ‘Be ready by 9am. My assistant is picking you up’ That was the only text Cole sent to me after two weeks… not even a hi. My eyes lingered on the text for a moment, then I clicked on his profile. His account was private, and verified with six hundred thousand followers. Wow! How could people follow him this much when his account is private and he didn't have a single post on here? Just as I was about to exit his profile, something caught my attention. The number of people he was following on I***a. Just one follower. I blinked. “Just one follower? That's weird,” I muttered. Then curiosity kicked in. I suddenly wanted to know who the person was. I hesitated, but clicked on it anyway. ‘This account is private’. Right… I can't view it since his account is set to private. My eyes flicked to the time, and I gasped. Shit! It's past 7am. I need to get ready to meet Cole. I rolled out of my bed, but paused, my eyes sweeping around the room, anger settling in my c

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Emma Whitcomb “You're crying,” My hand flew to my face, and I quickly wiped my tears with a light chuckle, “oh… sorry about that…” I paused, my eyes flicking back to the painting briefly, and as I turned back to face him, a small smile stretched round my lips, “the painting was too beautiful that I couldn't hold back my tears,” But that wasn't the truth. The painting, for some reason, captured my life in it. The struggles of fitting into the perfect world my parents built, while breaking inside. The years of torture, turning my back on my real self while trying hard to fit into the persona they built for me. Cole's eyes lingered on me for a moment. He didn't believe my lies, but he didn't also push harder. He nodded, walking over to sit on the stood before the painting. "Hmm... It's fine..." “Sit…” he said, pointing to the only sofa in the room. “Hmm… Thank you,” He brought out a paper and a pen, dropping them casually on the table before me. “Read the contract

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Emma Whitcomb “What part of I'm no longer interested in this engagement do you not understand?” Daniel's face drained of colors, his lips parted, but no words came out. As Daniel stood there speechless, mom stepped forward, “what is wrong with you, Emma? What the hell has come over you?!” I shifted my gaze to her. Her eyes were burning with rage and frustration. “Daniel has been there for you. He's been nice to you, took care of you for years, and this is how you repay him?” Mom snapped, her voice sharp enough to cut my throat. Back then, I would be affected whenever she was sad or frustrated, but seeing that look on her face now… That frustration… It was satisfying. “Emma, don't be ungrateful!” Dad chipped in. “Your daughter will be back in a few weeks. You should wait until then and marry her off to Daniel,” I wanted to say, but I didn't. Without another word, I turned on my heels and headed to my room, but just before I could close the door, Daniel forced his way

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