All Chapters of Reborn to be Truly Loved: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

After hanging up the call, Charlotte saw Eric leaning against the doorframe in a bathrobe, his expression unreadable but heavy with discontent."So, you want a divorce?" His voice carried a quiet menace. "Who's the man you've been eyeing?"He moved closer, his large hand gripping her chin. The sudden force made her flinch, and she instinctively tried to pull away, but he tightened his hold, trapping her in an unrelenting embrace."But then again, I doubt you'd dare," he said, his voice a low drawl. "You weren't even afraid to die just to stay by my side. So, Charlotte, tell me—why do you like me?"This time, it was Charlotte's turn to fall silent.How could she possibly tell him the truth? That she didn't like him at all, that everything she did was for the sake of completing a mission?She hesitated for a moment before typing four words on her phone: Love at first sight.Eric chuckled. He didn't press further and turned away, leaving her alone.The next morning, he was already

Brian's smug grin surfaced as he shoved a bag of groceries into Charlotte's arms."What are you standing there for, mute? Get cooking already. Or should I tell Eric you've been slacking off again?"Charlotte glanced at the groceries—mostly seafood and meat, with not a single vegetable in sight. She sighed quietly. She was allergic to seafood and disliked meat; clearly, this meal wouldn't be for her. Still, the thought of the remaining twenty-something days reignited a flicker of determination.Barely half an hour had passed when Emily came rushing into the kitchen."Charlotte, why isn't the food ready yet? Don't tell me you don't want to cook for me?""She wouldn't dare," Brian barked, his voice laced with impatience. "Charlotte, hurry it up! Emily's hungry!"With a resigned breath, Charlotte moved to reheat the broth and adjust the portions. But before she could, Emily suddenly snatched the pot of steaming soup from her hands. In a swift, calculated motion, she pretended to stum

Charlotte scratched her head, a vague sense of unease settling over her. For the past few days, Eric had been coming and going at odd hours, barely leaving a trace of his presence in the villa. Why would he suddenly need to call her? She didn't return the call—not because she held any grudge, but because it seemed unnecessary. Besides, she couldn't speak.It wasn't until she stepped back into the Lorvis family's sprawling residence that the young maid came rushing toward her."Madam, where have you been? You were gone for a whole day, and Mr. Lorvis was beside himself with worry! He wouldn't eat anything, kept yelling at the chef, and even scolded some of the other maids for talking behind your back."Charlotte's eyes widened in surprise. Was Eric's tantrum really just about unsatisfactory food? What did any of that have to do with her? She had less than three weeks left, and she didn't owe him anything.The maid ushered her into the living room, where the air was unsettlingly ca

The next few days brought a strange, fragile kind of joy to Charlotte. Freed from the burden of tending to Eric or enduring the servants' quiet insults, she found herself strangely at peace, even as her body continued to weaken. Sleep consumed her more and more, and there were moments when she coughed up blood, staining the quiet hours. But none of it seemed to matter—she was going to see Meghan soon.Dr. Jim, when not occupied, would often visit and tell her stories. In turn, she shared snippets of her past at the orphanage—fragmented memories that carried a bittersweet weight. Their conversations, unburdened by judgment, were light yet meaningful, each exchange a fleeting reprieve from the heaviness of her thoughts.Meanwhile, Emily made her presence felt in the most insidious way. She sent photo after photo to Charlotte—photos that were far from innocent. Intimate pictures of stolen kisses, warm embraces, the disarray of hotel beds, and scattered clothes. Each image carried an

Eric pressed the accelerator to the floor, rushing home in a panic. When he burst through the door, his eyes immediately landed on the bloodstains spreading across the floor, a sight so vivid and shocking that it nearly took his breath away. His brow furrowed in anger as he saw the housemaid trembling on the ground. Without a word, he hurled a priceless vase to the floor, shattering it into pieces."What good are you all? Are you just here to eat for free?" He snapped, his voice sharp with fury. "You just watched my wife get taken away and did nothing?"Inside, Emily couldn't help but feel a secret surge of joy. Finally, Charlotte, that vile woman, was gone. On the outside, however, she put on a sorrowful face."Eric, don't be angry. Maybe Charlotte had already planned to leave with someone else," she said with a hint of smugness in her voice.Eric shot her a cold, murderous look, his eyes icy enough to freeze anyone in their path. Emily lowered her gaze, avoiding his piercing