Rebirth: Love me Again

"Let's see . . . the old man's house should be around here somewhere," I muttered, glancing at the GPS on my phone.

I hadn't been to the main house before. Figures, since I wasn't really a Rosette. But Sophie had been to the main house and had even met old man Sinclair.

I thought it was weird at the time, but I didn't dwell on it much. That day, Sophia requested Sophie to be her attendant maid for the day because her usual maid was sick.

I should have known better.

There were numerous signs, but I guess I was too busy chasing my own happiness — specifically, Cole Fay.

Looking back, it was a waste of time and youth.

I bet Sinclair already knew what was happening. This might save me some trouble of explaining.

If he decided to kill me by revealing the truth to him, then so be it. I'd die anyway in six months, so it was best to die quickly with a bullet to the head if it came to that.

I navigated the winding roads leading to the estate, my mind racing with thoughts of what I would say. The weight of my situation bore down on me, but I pressed on, determined to see this through and see if I was really given a second chance to live or die the second time again.

The sprawling grounds of the Sinclair estate came into view, and I steeled myself for the confrontation ahead.

The Sinclair estate loomed, a grand and imposing mansion that spoke of old money and timeless elegance.

The exterior was a blend of classical architecture and modern opulence, with tall, white columns supporting a sprawling portico. Manicured gardens lined the pathway, filled with vibrant flowers and meticulously trimmed hedges, leading up to an ornate wrought-iron gate that slowly creaked open as I approached.

"I'm here to see the old man . . . I mean Grandfather."

"ID please and state your concern," the guard said.

Eve wanted to laugh. ID? For the daughter of the Rosette family from the main family line?

She kept her thoughts to herself and handed the security guard her ID. "I'm just here to visit Grandfather."

Upon checking the ID and confirming that I wasn't an impostor, the security guards' expressions didn't change. It was as if I was nothing in their eyes.

"Please wait for a moment."

After a few seconds, the security guard was on his phone, contacting the main house. I couldn't hear what they were discussing, but when the guard returned, his face was harder than stone.

"I'm sorry, Miss Eve. Sir Sinclair is sick right now and resting. He doesn't want to be disturbed."

I took a deep breath. Was Sinclair like this to all his family, or was it just me because I wasn't really blood family?

"Then tell that old . . . I mean,

Grandfather

, that I have grave news about his dog, Sebastian."

The security guard raised his eyebrow, his expression skeptical.

"Do I look like I'm kidding to you? Do you think I would travel all the way here just to joke around?" I asked, my tone cold.

The security guard's face remained stoic. I was really impressed by their training. Or was it because of my reputation that no one wanted to take me seriously?

The guard didn't budge, so I resorted to threatening. "If you don't tell Grandfather and something happens to Sebastian, I will point my finger at you. I remember your faces."

That worked. The guard's expression cracked. One of them called the main house again, and after a few seconds, they informed me of the result of my threats.

"Sorry for the wait, Miss Eve. Sir Sinclair will see you now."

I wore my Balenciaga sunglasses and beamed sweetly. "Good."

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