Rebirth: Marry the Enemy of My Badass Husband

“Hmm.”

There suddenly came a stifling sound.

Gianna Morris watched her dear husband, Caesar Kennedy, who was extolled by all the people in the world, stabbing a knife into her heart. He said, “Gianna, I’ve never loved you, and I’ve even gone bored of your body. You know what, Rachel is one hundred times better than you. You’re like a dead body, cold and stiff…”

Cold and stiff?

Gianna did not cry nor bawl. The family education she received since little made her only try her best to endure the excruciating pain in her heart.

“Didn’t you love me very much? Then let me be with Rachel with your death. I’ll appreciate you!”

The sharp knife was jerked out from her chest as he spoke with his creepy voice.

Fresh blood was instantly splashed onto his charming face which was having a mellow look. His cruelty was displayed to the extreme. A bland smile broke upon his lips, as if the one he faced was not his wife who had silently given everything to him for ten years.

Gianna had been opening her eyes until the moment she died. She swore to brand all that man’s cruelty deep in her mind!

They had gotten married for ten years.

They were childhood sweethearts and they came from well-matched families.

Gianna had displayed remarkable intelligence and talent in piano, chess, writing and painting since little. After marrying Caesar when she was twenty two, she chose to remain low-profile and fulfill her responsibility as a good wife. She gave up on everything and had tried all she could to facilitate his career, helping him to grow and strengthen his family.

She never expected that Caesar would kill her one day with his own hand, and to take the annihilation of the Morris family as the dowry for his love one.

She was filled with hatred.

She hated him to death.

Thank god she was not abandoned by the Almighty.

The murder had enabled her to travel back to the year before she got married.

At this moment, Gianna bit her lower lip tightly.

She fixed her eyes on the man whose car had bumped into hers. He was Kingsley Walker, the third son of the leading family among the four wealthiest families in Country B, the Walker family. And he was that scumbag Caesar’s sworn enemy!

He had dazzling looks that would make every creature on earth fall for him. He was 188cm tall and had a sculpture-like perfect body. He was the most handsome man in Kouby City no doubt.

the city. He was a playboy and a Lothario. He had had relationships with countless women and his actions were so ridiculous that they were embarrassing to tell, yet he was the only man that Caesar

with me? Miss Morris.” Kingsley glimpsed at her when he sensed

way. Although his words were frivolous, they still

She reacted and suddenly

she finished, it turned out the one getting agitated was not Kingsley, but her bestie, Maureen Torres. Her mind seemed

unnoticeable emotion flashed across Kingsley’s face, yet he

besides having good looks and

indeed blind to have fallen in love with Caesar, that

speeding red sports car. Luckily the driver of the sports car

of their cars were slightly scratched and

had travelled to the moment

asked Kingsley, “Do you want to come and take me

Although Kingsley was very handsome, could she

the 18th, dare to come?” Gianna spoke exceptionally clearly.

a few seconds to digest her

and slowly, “I’m afraid you should go to

black pants. He held the card between his slender fingers and handed it to her with an arrogant look.

a glance at the super

in spending money, and every woman who had

it

look flashed

Gianna was modest and reserved, intelligent and rational, disciplined and virtuous. She would never have anything to do with a spoilt rich boy like him and the only

take this as the dowry.”

out from

meaningful smile. Yet he chose to keep quiet at that moment and his emotion could

he had accepted it, or, he was just acting as

as you come during the wedding,

him a reply for what he had said

past life, the night before her wedding with Caesar,

received a call from a stranger

ruin the wedding tomorrow, would you elope with me?” The person asked

“Who are

Kennedy is not a good guy,”

earth are

too.” The