Reborn: This Time, I Choose Him

Seraphina Hartwell had spent the entire morning smiling.

She couldn't seem to stop.

Every time she caught her reflection in a mirror, another smile appeared.

Today was the day.

She stood in front of the floor-length mirror in her bedroom, smoothing the fabric of her dress with trembling fingers. Her long, dark chocolate-brown hair fell in soft waves down her back, the subtle burgundy highlights catching the afternoon sunlight whenever she moved.

She looked at herself once more.

Then she opened the small velvet box in her hand.

A diamond ring rested inside.

Simple.

Elegant.

Perfect.

Just like the future she had imagined.

Seraphina touched the ring with the tip of her finger.

> “I'm really going to do this.”

Her heart fluttered.

She had imagined this moment countless times.

Julian would be waiting downstairs.

She would walk up to him.

She would tell him how much she loved him.

And then she would ask him to marry her.

She knew some people thought it was unusual for a woman to propose.

She didn't care.

Julian was the man she loved.

And she wanted to spend the rest of her life with him.

A knock sounded at her bedroom door.

Before Seraphina could answer, it opened.

Serena stepped inside.

Her stepsister's eyes immediately fell on the velvet box.

A knowing smile appeared on her face.

> “Is that what I think it is?”

Seraphina quickly closed the box.

> “Maybe.”

Serena laughed.

> “You're actually doing it?”

Seraphina nodded.

Her cheeks warmed.

> “I love him.”

Serena walked over and hugged her.

> “Then I'm happy for you.”

Seraphina smiled against her shoulder.

She believed her.

Why wouldn't she?

Serena was her sister.

At least, that's what Seraphina had always believed.

---

Downstairs, Julian was waiting.

He stood near the grand staircase in a perfectly tailored suit, looking every bit like the man Seraphina had dreamed of marrying.

The moment he saw her, his expression softened.

> “You look beautiful.”

Seraphina smiled.

> “Thank you.”

She walked toward him, her fingers brushing the velvet box hidden inside her purse.

She was about to take it out when a voice stopped her.

> “Seraphina.”

She turned.

Her father stood near the entrance to his study.

Richard Hartwell's expression was unusually serious.

> “Come with me. I need your signature on a few documents.”

Seraphina glanced at Julian.

> “Now?”

> “It won't take long.”

Julian smiled reassuringly.

> “Go. I'll wait.”

Seraphina nodded.

> “Okay.”

She followed her father into the study.

Several documents were spread across the large mahogany desk.

Seraphina frowned.

> “What are these?”

Richard sat behind his desk.

> “Some legal matters concerning your mother's estate.”

The mention of her mother immediately softened Seraphina.

Evelyn Hartwell had been gone for years, but Seraphina still missed her every day.

Her mother had left her a considerable legacy.

Shares.

Properties.

Investments.

And, most importantly, control over a substantial portion of Hartwell Holdings once Seraphina reached the required age.

Her father had managed everything until then.

Seraphina trusted him completely.

So when he pushed the documents toward her, she didn't think twice.

> “Where do I sign?”

Richard pointed toward several marked sections.

> “Here. And here.”

Seraphina signed.

Then another.

And another.

She never imagined that every signature was helping the people standing around her build the cage they would soon place her inside.

When she finished, Richard gathered the papers.

> “That's all.”

Seraphina smiled.

> “Great. Julian is waiting.”

She turned toward the door.

Richard spoke again.

> “Actually, there's one more thing.”

She looked back.

> “What?”

> “We're going to the private estate.”

Seraphina frowned.

> “Why?”

> “There are some things we need to discuss there.”

Something about his voice made her uneasy.

But it lasted only a moment.

> “Okay.”

She followed him.

She still trusted her father.

That was her first mistake.

---

The private estate was unusually quiet.

Seraphina stepped out of the car and looked around.

The enormous property was surrounded by trees and distant hills.

There was nobody around.

> “Dad?”

Richard kept walking.

Seraphina followed.

When they entered the main house, she stopped.

Victoria was there.

Serena was there.

And Julian.

Seraphina's eyebrows knitted together.

> “Julian?”

He looked at her.

Then immediately looked away.

Her smile disappeared.

Something was wrong.

Very wrong.

She slowly looked around the room.

> “Why is everyone here?”

Nobody answered.

Richard closed the door behind them.

Click.

Seraphina turned.

The sound of the lock seemed unnaturally loud.

> “Dad?”

Richard walked toward the table.

He picked up the documents she had signed.

> “You wanted to know why we brought you here.”

He placed them in front of her.

> “These are the documents you signed this morning.”

Seraphina stared at them.

> “Yes.”

> “Do you know what you signed?”

She frowned.

> “You said they were related to Mother's estate.”

Richard smiled.

There was something cold in it.

> “They were.”

Seraphina's stomach tightened.

> “What does that mean?”

Victoria spoke from behind her.

> “It means you've finally given us what we needed.”

Seraphina looked at her.

> “Us?”

Her eyes moved from Victoria to Serena.

Then to Julian.

> “What are you talking about?”

Serena didn't meet her eyes.

Seraphina's breathing became shallow.

> “Julian?”

He remained silent.

She stepped toward him.

> “What's happening?”

He finally looked at her.

There was guilt in his eyes.

But not enough to save her.

> “I'm sorry.”

Seraphina stared at him.

> “For what?”

He looked away again.

Her heart began to crack.

> “You knew?”

Silence.

> “Julian…”

Her voice trembled.

> “You knew about this?”

He didn't answer.

Seraphina's eyes filled with tears.

> “I was going to ask you to marry me today.”

Nobody moved.

She slowly pulled the velvet box from her purse.

Her hands were shaking.

She opened it.

The diamond caught the light.

> “I bought this for you.”

Julian stared at the ring.

Serena looked at it too.

For the first time, Seraphina noticed something in her stepsister's expression.

Not sadness.

Not guilt.

Jealousy.

And suddenly everything began falling into place.

Seraphina looked at Julian.

Then Serena.

> “You two…”

Neither answered.

She took a step backward.

> “No.”

Her voice broke.

> “No, you wouldn't.”

Julian lowered his head.

That was enough.

A sob escaped her.

She looked at her father.

> “Dad…”

Richard's face remained emotionless.

> “You're twenty-four, Seraphina.”

She stared at him.

> “What?”

> “Your mother's assets will become fully controlled by you soon.”

He paused.

> “As long as you're alive.”

Seraphina's blood ran cold.

> “You want my inheritance.”

Richard didn't deny it.

> “It's not just inheritance.”

His voice was calm.

> “It's control.”

Seraphina backed toward the door.

> “I've given you everything.”

Her voice shook.

> “I signed the papers. You have what you wanted.”

Richard looked at her.

> “Not everything.”

She understood.

They didn't need another signature.

They needed her gone.

> “Dad…”

She was crying now.

> “I'm your daughter.”

Richard didn't move.

> “Please.”

She looked around the room.

> “I trusted you.”

No one came to her.

Not Julian.

Not Serena.

Not Victoria.

No one.

Richard walked toward her.

Seraphina stumbled backward.

> “What are you doing?”

He picked up a thick rope lying on the nearby table.

Her eyes widened.

> “Dad?”

Her voice became a whisper.

> “No.”

She tried to run.

Richard caught her.

Seraphina fought desperately.

> “Let me go!”

She screamed.

> “I signed everything! Why are you doing this?”

But her father didn't answer.

The rope tightened around her neck.

Her hands clawed at it.

> “Please!”

Her vision blurred.

She looked toward Julian one last time.

> “Help me…”

Julian stood frozen.

He did nothing.

Serena watched.

Victoria watched.

And Richard continued tightening the rope.

Seraphina's strength disappeared.

Her knees gave way.

The last thing she saw was her father's face.

Cold.

Unmoved.

Unforgiving.

Then everything went dark.

Seraphina Hartwell was dead.