Reborn? Screw the Fake Lover—I'm Snagging My Arch-Rival! - Chapter 9: Chapter 9
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The three men's faces changed slightly, but they quickly put on gentle expressions again.
"Stella, you've got it wrong. We really didn't know..."
Stella didn't want to listen anymore and walked away.
The night before her birthday, Marcus, Preston, and Damien came knocking again.
"Stella," Marcus leaned against the doorframe, eyes intense. "Tomorrow you're definitely gonna choose Chase, right?"
Stella looked at them expressionlessly: "I told you—I won't choose him."
"Stop being stubborn," Preston sighed. "If Chase rejects you, don't worry—you've still got us."
"Yeah," Damien stepped forward, voice low. "We love you so much. Why do you keep obsessing over Chase? Why can't you just turn around and see us?"
Stella just found it ridiculous.
What made them think she'd choose any of them?
"Don't worry," she turned around, her voice calm as still water. "I won't choose any of you."
The three exchanged glances, clearly not taking her rejection seriously—just another tantrum—and soon left.
But not long after, Chase showed up too.
"Stella, I know you're definitely gonna choose me tomorrow." He stood in the doorway in his crisp suit, eyes ice-cold. "Fine, I accept it. But you have to promise never to hurt Sophia again, or else…"
"I won't choose you," Stella cut him off.
Chase laughed mockingly: "You think I'd believe that?"
He was too lazy to argue and turned to leave.
Stella wearily closed her eyes until the phone rang, breaking the silence.
"Stella," Mom's voice came through. "We've already talked to Ryder. He'll be at the venue tomorrow on time."
She paused, sounding hesitant: "Are you... really sure about choosing Ryder?"
Stella gripped the phone, fingertips trembling slightly: "I'm sure!"
On her birthday, the ballroom was magnificent with crystal chandeliers casting dazzling light everywhere.
Stella entered in a red gown that flared behind her like flames, stunning the entire room.
Marcus, Preston, and Damien immediately surrounded her.
"Stella," Marcus's gaze was heated, voice low. "You look absolutely breathtaking today."
"This dress is perfect on you," Preston smiled gently.
"Happy birthday, princess," Damien offered champagne.
Just as Stella was about to speak, the ballroom fell eerily silent.
She turned to look—
Chase walked in with Sophia on his arm.
And Sophia wore the exact same red dress!
The crowd gasped.
Marcus, Preston, and Damien's faces went white as they quickly made excuses: "Stella, we've got some urgent business. We'll catch up with you later."
Stella stood frozen, her heart plummeting.
Chase walked straight toward her, voice cutting like ice: "Stella, either you go change right now, or…"
His eyes narrowed dangerously: "I'll rip it off you myself."
Stella clutched her dress tightly, unmoving.
Chase's patience snapped as he waved his hand: "Take her to change."
Two bodyguards immediately stepped forward, forcibly dragging Stella away.
Ten minutes later, Stella reappeared in a plain white dress, pale as paper.
The party officially began as the MC smiled and asked: "Miss Whitmore, who would you like to choose as your fiancé today?"
Stella took a deep breath: "Wait a little longer."
Marcus frowned: "Stella, who else are you waiting for?"
Just then—
"BANG!"
The ballroom doors flew open.
Mr. and Mrs. Whitmore entered, followed by a tall, imposing man.
He wore an impeccably tailored black suit, his features sharp as carved stone, radiating an aura of overwhelming power.
He's back.
He finally came back.
Stella's eyes immediately filled with tears, her vision blurring.
She walked toward him without hesitation, voice choked but firm: "I choose him! Ryder Blackthorne!"
"Stella, you've got it wrong. We really didn't know..."
Stella didn't want to listen anymore and walked away.
The night before her birthday, Marcus, Preston, and Damien came knocking again.
"Stella," Marcus leaned against the doorframe, eyes intense. "Tomorrow you're definitely gonna choose Chase, right?"
Stella looked at them expressionlessly: "I told you—I won't choose him."
"Stop being stubborn," Preston sighed. "If Chase rejects you, don't worry—you've still got us."
"Yeah," Damien stepped forward, voice low. "We love you so much. Why do you keep obsessing over Chase? Why can't you just turn around and see us?"
Stella just found it ridiculous.
What made them think she'd choose any of them?
"Don't worry," she turned around, her voice calm as still water. "I won't choose any of you."
The three exchanged glances, clearly not taking her rejection seriously—just another tantrum—and soon left.
But not long after, Chase showed up too.
"Stella, I know you're definitely gonna choose me tomorrow." He stood in the doorway in his crisp suit, eyes ice-cold. "Fine, I accept it. But you have to promise never to hurt Sophia again, or else…"
"I won't choose you," Stella cut him off.
Chase laughed mockingly: "You think I'd believe that?"
He was too lazy to argue and turned to leave.
Stella wearily closed her eyes until the phone rang, breaking the silence.
"Stella," Mom's voice came through. "We've already talked to Ryder. He'll be at the venue tomorrow on time."
She paused, sounding hesitant: "Are you... really sure about choosing Ryder?"
Stella gripped the phone, fingertips trembling slightly: "I'm sure!"
On her birthday, the ballroom was magnificent with crystal chandeliers casting dazzling light everywhere.
Stella entered in a red gown that flared behind her like flames, stunning the entire room.
Marcus, Preston, and Damien immediately surrounded her.
"Stella," Marcus's gaze was heated, voice low. "You look absolutely breathtaking today."
"This dress is perfect on you," Preston smiled gently.
"Happy birthday, princess," Damien offered champagne.
Just as Stella was about to speak, the ballroom fell eerily silent.
She turned to look—
Chase walked in with Sophia on his arm.
And Sophia wore the exact same red dress!
The crowd gasped.
Marcus, Preston, and Damien's faces went white as they quickly made excuses: "Stella, we've got some urgent business. We'll catch up with you later."
Stella stood frozen, her heart plummeting.
Chase walked straight toward her, voice cutting like ice: "Stella, either you go change right now, or…"
His eyes narrowed dangerously: "I'll rip it off you myself."
Stella clutched her dress tightly, unmoving.
Chase's patience snapped as he waved his hand: "Take her to change."
Two bodyguards immediately stepped forward, forcibly dragging Stella away.
Ten minutes later, Stella reappeared in a plain white dress, pale as paper.
The party officially began as the MC smiled and asked: "Miss Whitmore, who would you like to choose as your fiancé today?"
Stella took a deep breath: "Wait a little longer."
Marcus frowned: "Stella, who else are you waiting for?"
Just then—
"BANG!"
The ballroom doors flew open.
Mr. and Mrs. Whitmore entered, followed by a tall, imposing man.
He wore an impeccably tailored black suit, his features sharp as carved stone, radiating an aura of overwhelming power.
He's back.
He finally came back.
Stella's eyes immediately filled with tears, her vision blurring.
She walked toward him without hesitation, voice choked but firm: "I choose him! Ryder Blackthorne!"
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