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Rebirth of Billionaire's Wife

"If given the chance, she would do everything in her power to never associate with those who destroyed her life and drove her to the brink of death. She would live a peaceful life and achieve her dreams," were her words before she succumbed to the darkness, embracing her demise. ***** Eveline Miller, a simple, kind, and loving girl, loved Gabriel Winston, her childhood sweetheart, all her life. However, all he did in return was hate her. One fateful night, she ended up finding herself sleeping next to him and he ended up declaring her a lair who took advantage of his intoxicated state. Though married for three years, Eveline tried her best to prove her innocence and pave her way to his heart, only to learn that her husband was having a secret affair. The days she decided to confront him was the day she was push to death by none other than her best friend, Tiffany. It was then she realized the woman her husband was cheating her with was her so called friend. But what next? The moment she thought her life was over, she woke up in the time when she wasn't married and from that moment on, she swore to make her life worth it and ignore those who didn't deserve her love. But wait, why is Gabriel suddenly being interested in her when he didn't even blink the time she was pushed to death. Come and join me in the journey of Eveline and Gabriel and enjoy the twist and turn they face along. PS: The photo cover doesn't belong to me. Credit to the respected owner.

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Maybe I am not worthy

Everything seemed so serene until a soothing yet aching voice woke her from the slumber.

Ella had been unconscious for a while, with Stefan repeatedly calling out her name. She wanted to sleep, but the desperation in that appeal roused her, and she gradually opened her eyes.

Ella felt something cold rest on her forehead, and her body hurt.

What was wrong with her? she pondered as a hot liquid dropped on her face and she stared at the man who was silently crying while helping her.

"Stefan," she said, her voice thick and hoarse, her throat hurting at the small lift in her tone.

Ella's tongue felt dry owing to a lack of water, yet the name came smoothly from her mouth as she attempted to reach for him.

"Do not talk. The doctor has asked you to relax." Stefan sounded clogged, as if he'd been crying for quite some time. But his hands never ceased washing the fire from her skin.

It was then she noticed she had a fever.