Reborn: I Choose His Brother

In my past life, I had to choose my husband from the Blackwood brothers. I chose Kellan, but he tortured me to death.

This time, I chose his older brother, Kai.

The dangerous man who handled "gray business" overseas, the only person who bled for me in my previous life.

I sat at one end of the long table, watching Kellan across from me cut his steak.

He suddenly looked up, deliberately knocking over his wine glass.

The entire restaurant fell silent. Several investors stopped talking, their gazes focusing on our side.

Kellan commanded me sharply: "Go to the kitchen and get a towel to clean this up. Move fast. Don't keep the guests waiting."

In my past life, I would have immediately jumped up to comply, eager to please him. But now?

"You spilled it, you clean it up. I'm not your maid."

A hush fell over the surrounding tables, and every gaze was fixed on us. The investors exchanged glances, clearly not expecting to witness such a scene.

"Interesting." one investor whispered, "Wasn't Miss Sterling still desperately chasing after young Master Kellan just last week? Now she's acting all high and mighty?"

Another guest was even more vicious: "She used to be a follower of the Blackwood family, always clinging to Kellan. Does she think her dead father would be proud of such disrespectful behavior?"

Just then, Aria stood up.

"Sister might be tired, I'll handle it."

Kellan's attitude immediately did a complete 180.

"You don't need to do it yourself, let the waiters handle it." He looked at Aria with concern, then turned to scold me angrily, "Look at Aria! She's so considerate and thoughtful. And you? You're just sitting there like a spoiled child?"

I quietly watched this performance. In my past life, scenes like this happened countless times, and each one would cause me tremendous pain. Now I just found it laughable.

Kellan seemed dissatisfied with my reaction and continued his cold mockery: "You just came out of my father's office, didn't you?"

I didn't deny it.

"Did you tell him the story about taking a knife for my father again? Begging me to marry you again?" His tone was full of ridicule, "You're so pathetic, Avery. Always using guilt to torment us. Always scheming. You've used every method possible to trap me."

I'd heard these accusations in my past life too. He always twisted things like this, turning my sacrifice into manipulation.

I responded calmly: "Dean called me—he's going to personally host my 18th birthday party."

This news exploded like a bomb in the restaurant. The investors immediately became excited, whispering among themselves.

"If Dean is personally hosting her ceremony, that means he wants you two to marry and consolidate your positions!" one investor immediately flattered Kellan.

"When you inherit the Blackwood family, I hope you'll remember our support!" another chimed in.

A smug expression appeared on Kellan's face. He thought this was a signal that I was trying to win him over.

Kellan lowered his voice and said to me: "If we really get engaged, don't interfere with Aria and me. Know your place."

He paused, his eyes becoming unfathomable: "Otherwise, I won't marry you. Don't think changing your attitude means you can start over. Some games... we've already played them."

What did that mean? Did he also remember our past life?

My chest tightened. That look in his eyes... exactly the same as what I saw before I died. Cold, cruel, with a hint of triumphant madness.

Kellan stood up and walked toward the exit, chatting intimately with Aria. The surrounding investors cast whispers and meaningful glances our way.

I stared at their retreating figures and couldn't help but laugh softly.

This time I will never marry you.