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.

relationships with countless women and his actions were so ridiculous that they were embarrassing to tell, yet he was the only man that Caesar could by no

Kingsley glimpsed at her when he sensed that she was staring at

in a unique way. Although his

She reacted and suddenly

the one getting agitated was not Kingsley, but her bestie, Maureen Torres. Her mind seemed

Kingsley’s face, yet he

know who this man is? Do you know how horrible this guy is?” Maureen shouted at Gianna. “He’s entirely useless besides having good looks and flirting with women. How could you say

blind to have fallen in love with Caesar, that

to pray at a 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

slightly scratched and they were

travelled to the moment when the car

asked Kingsley, “Do you want to come and

could she possibly give up on her

month on the 18th,

a few seconds to

“I’m afraid you should go to the hospital to have a brain checkup,

He held the card between his slender fingers and handed it to

took a glance at the super VIP black card.

in spending money, and every woman who had been with him always gained immense

it

look flashed

would never have anything to do with a spoilt rich boy like him and the only thing she had in

“I’ll take this

popped out from her face.

pursed his lips and let out a meaningful smile. Yet he chose to keep quiet at that moment

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

you come during the wedding,

giving him a reply for what he had said before.

Caesar, she was so excited that

received a call from a stranger at

ruin the wedding tomorrow, would

“Who are

not a good guy,” he

on earth are

guy too.” The call was then