Blurb：
In her third year of forcing Silas Reed into a contract marriage, Serena watched him die saving her—only to discover his secret devotion to Luna Voss and his final hatred for her. Reborn to the day 17-year-old Silas signed the contract, Serena tears it apart. But the cynical boy, already scarred by life, sees only another game. As Serena struggles to undo her past cruelty, Silas’s mocking eyes hide a broken soul. Can she rewrite their story before his will to live vanishes again? Dive into a tale of redemption, hate-to-love, and secrets buried in diaries. Will Silas ever believe her change, or is destiny already written?
Content：
In the third year of forcing Silas Reed to stay with me. he died saving me in a car accident.The doctor said he had lost the will to live.
Later, while sorting through his things, I found a diary.
Inside were receipts for everything he’d secretly done for his first love, Luna Voss, over the years.
But on the very last page, it said:
??[Serena, I hate you most of all.]??
Serena is me.
So, after I was reborn, the first thing I did was tear up the contract Silas had just signed.
The seventeen-year-old boy watched quietly as the fragments scattered across the floor.
After a long moment, he curled his lips into a mocking smile:
“What? Has the princess finally realized that ten years of my servitude isn’t enough?”
I wasn’t fully awake yet.
Tearing up that contract had just been instinct.
“Ten years isn’t enough? So… twenty? Thirty? Or maybe… a lifetime?”
Seeing me just staring blankly at him,
a flicker of understanding passed through Silas’s eyes.
He picked up his pen again, unsurprised. “Got the new contract ready? I’ve got my shift at the diner this afternoon, can’t be late.”
His expression was calm, like he was discussing the weather.
The words burst out before I could stop them: “There is no new contract.”
My voice came out hoarse.
I licked my dry lips, then instinctively issued an order: “Silas, I need water.”
During the three years of our marriage, he had taken meticulous care of me.
But the moment the words left my mouth,
I met those faintly mocking eyes and remembered—this wasn’t the Silas from years later, the one who’d learned to pretend to be tamed by me.
My throat tightened.
I tried to explain: “I didn’t mean—”
“Ah, so this is the new game.” Silas sounded unsurprised.
He stood up to get me water, paused, then added some cold water from the pitcher.
“If you want to change the terms, fine. Don’t worry, I’ll honor my promise to your father.”
His hand, slender yet strong with well-defined knuckles, held the water glass.
Yet the moment my fingers accidentally brushed against his, he jerked his hand back as if scalded
That tiny movement made my nose sting.
The water temperature was just right.
I bent my head, drinking quickly to hide my reddening eyes.
Silas had always been a man of his word.
Even after my father suddenly fell ill and Silas single-handedly held together the entire Aethelred Group,
he never once thought about breaking our contract.
Even when the crash happened,
his first instinct was to shield me with his body.
The doctor said Silas had no will to live.
So this man, with no will to live, had already made a will, leaving everything he owned to me.
Silas was good in every way,
except he never loved me.
Luckily, I got another chance.
“No new contract,” I repeated, setting the glass down firmly. “I will never force you to sign anything ever again.”
Silence.
Silas studied me for a moment, then nodded as if everything made sense.
He pulled a card from his pocket and placed it on the table.
“Your father gave this to me. The money’s untouched.”
“That’s not what I meant!”
I grabbed his hand in panic.
I knew exactly what that money meant to Silas.
A gambling-addicted father. A gravely ill grandfather.
In my past life, I’d used their plight to force him into signing that ten-year contract of servitude.
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