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.

in the city. He was a playboy and a Lothario. He had had relationships with countless women

Morris.” Kingsley glimpsed at her

Although his words were frivolous, they still sounded inexplicably pleasant to

reacted and suddenly admitted.

not Kingsley, but her bestie, Maureen Torres. Her mind seemed to have blown

face, yet he let out a

is?” Maureen shouted at Gianna. “He’s entirely useless besides having good looks and flirting with women. How could you say you’ve fallen

blind to have fallen in love with

temple. As they were driving down the hills, they suddenly bumped into a speeding red sports car. Luckily the driver of the sports car was quick enough to steer the car away to avoid a direct hit, yet their cars still crashed to each other in the end.

scratched and they

travelled to the

asked Kingsley, “Do you want to come and take

was uneasy again. Although Kingsley was very handsome, could she possibly

the 18th, dare to come?” Gianna spoke

a few seconds to

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

a bank card out from his black pants. He held the card between his slender fingers and handed it to her with an arrogant look. “I’ll

took a glance at the

was generous in spending money, and every woman who had been

took it over.

flashed across

disciplined and virtuous. She would never have anything to do with a

said, “I’ll take this as the

out from

a meaningful smile. Yet he chose to keep quiet

knew whether he had accepted it, or, he was

the wedding,

him a reply for

her past life, the night before her wedding with Caesar, she was so excited that she tossed

from

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

frowned. “Who

is not a good guy,”

on earth

a good guy too.”