All Chapters of Reborn, Don’s Girlfriend Flees: Chapter 1 - Chapter 9

My heart slammed. I dug my nails into my palms so hard I almost drew blood, just to keep my expression.Marco strode toward me, towering above, looking down like he was trying to see straight through my eyes.A chill crept up my spine. I stepped back, putting distance between us, and kept my voice polite, cool and distant:"It's a surprise. I prepared a wedding gift."That gift was my departure. Forever.He must've sensed the distance. His brow furrowed, eyes locked on me, searching.After a long moment—finding nothing—his voice came low and rough:"Good. I'm glad you understand. You know I only love you. ""You're still young. After the wedding, go do whatever you like. What if I send you overseas for your studies?"I bit my lip. My chest tasted like lemon, sharp and bitter.Silence stretched. Then I nodded, docile as a lamb:"Don't worry, Cognato."Marco went still. His Adam's apple bobbed. He looked like he wanted to say something else.But a burst of laughter from downstairs cut th

Liliana smiled as she watched the photograph slip into the fireplace. The sweet smiles of our family of three were devoured by the flames in the blink of an eye."NO—"I lunged into the fireplace, my fingers reaching through the flames to snatch the photo.Most of it was already charred black. My parents' faces were obscured by soot, leaving only faint outlines.Seeing the charred photograph in my hand, He rubbed his brow wearily. He said softly,He caught my hand and slid a ring onto my ring finger. It was the very ring that had been broken. "Dear, this’s the price you must pay for hurting Liliana."“I've had it repaired this ring. We will have a magnificent wedding, and with this ring, we will vow our love to each other. You will be my Donna.”His warm breath brushed against my skin, yet I felt as if I had been thrown into an icehouse.I could only nod blankly.I collapsed to my knees, staring blankly at the fire with swollen, red eyes.Seeing my silence, the hand resting on my head

I ignored Liliana's tears.I rushed back to Serana's room. The butler was still standing at the door. He shook his head at me.He quickly pulled out the master key and unlocked the door.The room was completely empty and silent.The curtains were drawn open, letting the moonlight flood in, illuminating a desktop so clean it looked untouched.The bed was made perfectly flat. The wardrobe was open, and not a single piece of clothing remained.I walked into the room, my steps agonizingly slow. The place was so spotless it felt as if no one had ever lived there.She hadn't even left a single strand of hair behind.It was as if she had never existed in this room at all.I stood in the center of the room, suddenly unable to breathe.I sprinted back to Liliana's room. Startled by my sudden return, she got off the bed.I didn't even look at her. I yanked open drawers and wardrobes one by one...They were all completely empty."Where are her things?" I heard my own voice, sounding as if it wer

(Serana's POV)When the plane landed, a fine drizzle was falling outside the window.The wind in Milan was different from New York's. It carried the dampness of old cobblestones, like the faint perfume my mother used to wear in her youth—faint and distant, yet evocative.When I turned on my phone, it vibrated in my palm for three minutes straight. Hundreds of missed calls, messages flooding the screen.Marco's name was at the very top, a barrage of voice notes and texts."Serana, where did you go?""Stop throwing a tantrum. I'm not really going to marry Liliana. I just need three years...""Send me your location. I'm coming to you right now."The last one was sent at 3:00 AM. His voice in the audio was terribly hoarse, as if he had been drinking, or perhaps standing in the wind for hours:"Serana... I was wrong. Please answer the phone, okay?"I looked at those words. My heart didn't ache; I just felt it was absurd.He didn't realize he was wrong when I gave up my room for Liliana.He