Betrayed by Four: Reborn, Their Rival Mafia Lord Became My Husband - Chapter 2: Chapter 2
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I stared blankly at Derek performing CPR by the poolside. Ice-cold water dripped from my hair, but it couldn't match the chill spreading through my heart.
In my past life, Derek had been aloof and noble, washing his hands repeatedly after even the slightest touch from me.
I'd always thought it was just his germaphobia. I thought he simply avoided women. I believed I could slowly warm his heart.
But now I knew the truth—he already had someone he loved.
And I had never existed in his eyes.
I dragged myself out of the pool with every ounce of strength I had left. My nails dug deep into the concrete.
I couldn't die. Not yet. I still had to marry Asher.
In the distance, Derek finally ended that endless "CPR." Rachel coughed lightly and slowly opened her eyes.
"Rachel!" Derek's relief was palpable as he swept her into his arms. "I'm taking you to the hospital."
He turned and walked away without sparing me—soaked to the bone—a single glance.
Meanwhile, the other three finally snapped back to reality and noticed me crawling out of the pool alone.
"Sienna!"
Lucien rushed over first. He wore a deep navy suit that maintained its elegant sophistication even in his panic. Caleb and Raven followed close behind—three men standing together like a perfectly composed magazine spread.
"Sienna, are you okay?" Lucien reached out to help me up. "The situation was so critical just now, we..."
"Mistook Rachel for you," Caleb quickly added.
Raven handed me a towel. "Right, the water was too murky. We got confused."
I took the towel, my fingertips ice-cold.
What a laughable excuse. The pool was crystal clear, Rachel wore white while I was in a red dress—how could they possibly mistake us?
"You should get checked at the hospital," Lucien said gently. "We'll come with you."
I looked up and saw barely concealed urgency in all three pairs of eyes.
They didn't want to accompany me—they just wanted an excuse to see Rachel.
"No need." I threw the towel back at them. "I'm fine."
"That won't do!" Caleb frowned. "You're soaked through. What if you catch cold..."
"If you want to go to the hospital," I cut him off, "go by yourselves."
The three exchanged glances.
"We're not injured. Why would we go to the hospital?" Raven spoke again. "Don't be angry, okay? We really did mistake you for someone else. We won't go to the office these next few days—we'll stay with you as compensation for our mistake."
I said nothing more and turned to leave.
My soaked clothes clung to my body, making every step feel impossibly heavy. But I kept my spine straight and didn't look back.
Over the next few days, the three men bent over backwards trying to please me.
Lucien sent the latest haute couture from Paris Fashion Week. Caleb flew in a rare pink diamond necklace. Raven simply gifted me a limited-edition sports car, pressing the keys into my hands.
"Sienna, there's an auction tonight." Lucien gently handed me an invitation. "Want us to take you? Help take your mind off things?"
I watched their eager performance and sneered inwardly.
The auction house gleamed with golden splendor, its crystal chandeliers illuminating the grand hall like daylight.
I walked in slowly on my stilettos, my champagne-colored gown hugging my curves. Then I froze—
In the VIP section, Derek was carefully helping Rachel to her seat.
The man wore an impeccably tailored black suit that emphasized his tall, lean frame. Those eyes that had once captivated me now overflowed with tenderness for the woman beside him.
When Derek saw me, his brow furrowed slightly. He actually walked over.
His voice was as cold as a business transaction: "Did your mother mention choosing a fiancé?"
I met his distant gaze.
"I know you like me," he said without mercy. "But I don't like you. So don't choose me."
With that, he walked away without looking back, carefully protecting Rachel at his side like she was some precious treasure.
"Sienna, don't be upset." Lucien immediately approached, his slender fingers gently touching my shoulder. "Derek has no taste. That doesn't mean no one appreciates you."
Caleb adjusted his gold-rimmed glasses, smiling tenderly. "Exactly. All three of us like you, and we'll always be on your side."
Raven looked worried as he took a champagne flute from a passing waiter and offered it to me. "Little princess, have a drink. Don't think about unhappy things."
I looked at these three men whose eyes supposedly brimmed with "love" for me and smiled sarcastically. I took the champagne, my fingertips unnaturally cold.
"I'm fine," I said softly, my voice flat as still water.
"But seriously," Lucien leaned closer, his warm breath against my ear. "Sienna, you drove Asher out of the country back then. Now you only have four potential fiancés left. Out of the four of us, who do you plan to choose? We're all curious."
I was about to say "I don't want any of you," but the words that came out were: "You'll find out soon enough."
That single sentence immediately put everyone on edge.
I just curved my lips slightly. In my past life, I'd suffered twenty years of torment—what did a few days of their anxiety matter?
After the auction officially began, the three kept asking what I liked, but I shook my head at everything.
Meanwhile, Derek bid on every item that caught Rachel's eye. Diamond necklaces, antique pocket watches, jade bracelets...
I glanced over but felt none of the heartache from my previous life.
My heart remained calm as I stared ahead expressionlessly.
Until the final lot appeared. The moment the auctioneer lifted the red silk covering, my pupils contracted sharply—
In my past life, Derek had been aloof and noble, washing his hands repeatedly after even the slightest touch from me.
I'd always thought it was just his germaphobia. I thought he simply avoided women. I believed I could slowly warm his heart.
But now I knew the truth—he already had someone he loved.
And I had never existed in his eyes.
I dragged myself out of the pool with every ounce of strength I had left. My nails dug deep into the concrete.
I couldn't die. Not yet. I still had to marry Asher.
In the distance, Derek finally ended that endless "CPR." Rachel coughed lightly and slowly opened her eyes.
"Rachel!" Derek's relief was palpable as he swept her into his arms. "I'm taking you to the hospital."
He turned and walked away without sparing me—soaked to the bone—a single glance.
Meanwhile, the other three finally snapped back to reality and noticed me crawling out of the pool alone.
"Sienna!"
Lucien rushed over first. He wore a deep navy suit that maintained its elegant sophistication even in his panic. Caleb and Raven followed close behind—three men standing together like a perfectly composed magazine spread.
"Sienna, are you okay?" Lucien reached out to help me up. "The situation was so critical just now, we..."
"Mistook Rachel for you," Caleb quickly added.
Raven handed me a towel. "Right, the water was too murky. We got confused."
I took the towel, my fingertips ice-cold.
What a laughable excuse. The pool was crystal clear, Rachel wore white while I was in a red dress—how could they possibly mistake us?
"You should get checked at the hospital," Lucien said gently. "We'll come with you."
I looked up and saw barely concealed urgency in all three pairs of eyes.
They didn't want to accompany me—they just wanted an excuse to see Rachel.
"No need." I threw the towel back at them. "I'm fine."
"That won't do!" Caleb frowned. "You're soaked through. What if you catch cold..."
"If you want to go to the hospital," I cut him off, "go by yourselves."
The three exchanged glances.
"We're not injured. Why would we go to the hospital?" Raven spoke again. "Don't be angry, okay? We really did mistake you for someone else. We won't go to the office these next few days—we'll stay with you as compensation for our mistake."
I said nothing more and turned to leave.
My soaked clothes clung to my body, making every step feel impossibly heavy. But I kept my spine straight and didn't look back.
Over the next few days, the three men bent over backwards trying to please me.
Lucien sent the latest haute couture from Paris Fashion Week. Caleb flew in a rare pink diamond necklace. Raven simply gifted me a limited-edition sports car, pressing the keys into my hands.
"Sienna, there's an auction tonight." Lucien gently handed me an invitation. "Want us to take you? Help take your mind off things?"
I watched their eager performance and sneered inwardly.
The auction house gleamed with golden splendor, its crystal chandeliers illuminating the grand hall like daylight.
I walked in slowly on my stilettos, my champagne-colored gown hugging my curves. Then I froze—
In the VIP section, Derek was carefully helping Rachel to her seat.
The man wore an impeccably tailored black suit that emphasized his tall, lean frame. Those eyes that had once captivated me now overflowed with tenderness for the woman beside him.
When Derek saw me, his brow furrowed slightly. He actually walked over.
His voice was as cold as a business transaction: "Did your mother mention choosing a fiancé?"
I met his distant gaze.
"I know you like me," he said without mercy. "But I don't like you. So don't choose me."
With that, he walked away without looking back, carefully protecting Rachel at his side like she was some precious treasure.
"Sienna, don't be upset." Lucien immediately approached, his slender fingers gently touching my shoulder. "Derek has no taste. That doesn't mean no one appreciates you."
Caleb adjusted his gold-rimmed glasses, smiling tenderly. "Exactly. All three of us like you, and we'll always be on your side."
Raven looked worried as he took a champagne flute from a passing waiter and offered it to me. "Little princess, have a drink. Don't think about unhappy things."
I looked at these three men whose eyes supposedly brimmed with "love" for me and smiled sarcastically. I took the champagne, my fingertips unnaturally cold.
"I'm fine," I said softly, my voice flat as still water.
"But seriously," Lucien leaned closer, his warm breath against my ear. "Sienna, you drove Asher out of the country back then. Now you only have four potential fiancés left. Out of the four of us, who do you plan to choose? We're all curious."
I was about to say "I don't want any of you," but the words that came out were: "You'll find out soon enough."
That single sentence immediately put everyone on edge.
I just curved my lips slightly. In my past life, I'd suffered twenty years of torment—what did a few days of their anxiety matter?
After the auction officially began, the three kept asking what I liked, but I shook my head at everything.
Meanwhile, Derek bid on every item that caught Rachel's eye. Diamond necklaces, antique pocket watches, jade bracelets...
I glanced over but felt none of the heartache from my previous life.
My heart remained calm as I stared ahead expressionlessly.
Until the final lot appeared. The moment the auctioneer lifted the red silk covering, my pupils contracted sharply—
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