Reborn to be Pampered by My Paranoid Nemesis

The burning sensation of impending death still lingered deep in her soul. Seraphina Vance snapped her eyes open, gasping for fresh air.

What met her eyes wasn't the deadly sea of fire from her past life, but a luxuriously decorated bedroom in cool tones.

This scent...

Cold, deep, with a faint hint of ebony.

It was Silas Sterling's scent.

"Seraphina, have you had enough?"

A voice, deep and magnetic yet chillingly cold, sounded from the bedside.

Seraphina turned her head stiffly and saw the man. Silas Sterling was dressed in a pure black handmade shirt, buttoned all the way to the top, exuding a sense of abstinence that kept people thousands of miles away. He was looking down at her, his eyes as deep as a pool, swirling with the suppression and mania she had never understood in her past life.

On this night in her past life, to help a scumbag steal Silas's business secrets, she hadn't hesitated to use herself as bait. In the end, after getting what she wanted, she bit back, claiming he had forced her, making them irreconcilable nemeses.

"Silas..." Seraphina called his name tremulously.

Thinking of how he had broken his spine under a falling beam just to carry out her corpse in her past life, and how he had still kissed her forehead in that sea of fire, saying "Seraphina, don't be afraid," her heart ached as if pierced by ten thousand arrows.

"What new trick are you trying to play?" Silas sneered, his large hand suddenly pinching her chin, forcing her to look up at him. "Do you want to beg me to let the Vance family go, or are you begging for that 'ideal husband' of yours?"

His grip was heavy and painful, yet it gave her an unprecedented sense of reality.

He was still here. He wasn't dead yet.

Seraphina's eyes reddened, and tears fell without warning, hitting the back of the man's hand.

Silas seemed as if he had been scalded; his pupils constricted. He instinctively wanted to let go, but he forced himself to stay, his voice turning even colder: "Why are you crying? It's too late to play the victim now."

But in the next second, Seraphina did something that completely petrified him.

She propped up her body, her soft arms circling his neck. Ignoring the cold aura surrounding him, she pressed herself entirely into his embrace.

"Silas, I'm not begging, and I don't want to run anymore."

Her soft voice pressed against the hollow of his neck, making the man's entire body shudder.

"What did you say?"

"I said..." Seraphina stood on her tiptoes, emboldened, and kissed those cold, thin lips hard. Then, with misty eyes, she looked at him. "Silas, let's have a child. Let's not be nemeses anymore. How about being husband and wife?"

Silas's body went as rigid as a stone.

He stared fixedly at the girl before him. Those eyes, which had always been filled with hatred and disgust for him, were now filled with a heartbreaking dependence.

That was the tenderness he had dreamed of, yet thought was absolutely impossible.

Silas Sterling felt that Seraphina Vance had gone mad.

Either she was mad, or he was dreaming.

He pushed the girl in his arms away, his force somewhat strong, causing Seraphina to stumble back onto the bed.

"Seraphina, I won't fall for the same trick twice." He looked down at her, his eyes swirling with self-loathing and mania. "To save Dominic, you can actually say such things? We should have a child? Heh, didn't you hate me touching you the most?"

Dominic, the scumbag who had pushed her into the fire in her past life.

Hearing this name, a trace of bone-deep hatred flashed in Seraphina's eyes, but when she turned to look at Silas, that hatred turned into water-like tenderness.

"I was blind before, Silas. I see clearly now."

She walked off the bed barefoot and stood before him. Today, she wore only a thin-as-a-cicada's-wing camisole, her graceful curves appearing and disappearing as she moved.

Silas's breath deepened instantly, his eyes fixed on her shoulder where there was a thin red mark he had just pinched.

He was heart-aching, yet the words from his mouth were as hard as iron: "See clearly? See clearly that the Sterling family's capital chain is broken, and only I, Silas, can save them, so you've decided to 'beg' me in a different way?"

He deliberately emphasized the word "beg," filled with heavy mockery.

In his eyes, Seraphina would do anything for Dominic.

"If I were begging you, I'd have a more direct way." Seraphina suddenly stepped forward, her small hand sliding under the hem of his shirt, pressing against his burning, firm abdominal muscles.

That startling heat made her fingertips tremble.

"Silas, don't you want me? Don't you love me so much you're going mad, yet you only dare to keep me by your side in this antagonistic way?"

Silas's pupils constricted violently.

That was the darkness hidden deepest in his heart, the humblest secret of his life. He thought he had disguised it well, but it was seen through by this little fox.

"Seraphina Vance!" He growled, suddenly grabbing her mischievous small hand and pinning her against the wall, his voice so hoarse it was almost unrecognizable. "Don't test my bottom line. I really will destroy you."

"Then destroy me." Seraphina lifted her chin, her gaze misty and bold. "As long as it's you, Silas, whether it's hell or a sea of fire, I'll take it."

She proactively leaned in and kissed those trembling lips.

It was an explosion of world-destroying desire.

Silas could no longer control the beast screaming in his heart. He suddenly turned the tables, picking her up and throwing her heavily onto the deep grey bed.

"Since you want to play, I'll play with you to the end."

He leaned down, carrying a heavy sense of aggression and an unknown self-torturing mentality, and possessed her completely.

That night, he was a mad demon. And she was his only medicine.

Morning. Light filtered through the gaps in the heavy curtains into the room.

Silas Sterling opened his eyes, his first reaction being to look at his side.

According to past experience, Seraphina Vance should have already fled in panic while he was still asleep, carrying a body full of hatred and humiliation, or the stolen secrets.

But this time, there was a heavy, warm sensation in his arms.

Seraphina was like a curled-up kitten, her two soft arms tightly hugging his waist, her small face pressed against his chest, her breathing even and calm. The corners of her eyes were still a bit red, obviously having been put through a lot last night, but a faint, satisfied smile hung on her lips.

Silas froze in place, even his breathing slowing down.

He wondered if this was reality, or the last web of illusion he had woven in this nightmare named "unrequited desire."

"...Seraphina?" He tested, his voice incredibly hoarse.

"Mmm... Silas..."

Seraphina responded muzzily. Not only did she not wake up, but she also burrowed further into his arms, her nose rubbing against his firm chest muscles, letting out a satisfied whimper.

This total trust and dependence made Silas's heart tremble violently.

Just then, the phone on the nightstand vibrated.

It was Seraphina's phone.

Silas's eyes turned cold as he glanced at the screen. Two words were jumping on it: Dominic.

The air pressure around him instantly dropped to freezing point. As expected, was it still for that man? Was everything last night just another more advanced "honey trap"?

He sat up abruptly, his movement somewhat large.

Seraphina was startled awake. She opened her eyes and saw Silas's frost-covered, even murderous face. Before she could realize what was happening, she heard that death-knell-like ringtone.

"Hello? Dominic."

Seraphina answered the phone in front of Silas, her voice sweet yet carrying a chill that made one's blood run cold.

"Seraphina! Did you get it? Is that old fox Silas asleep yet? Did you take that bidding document..."

"Dominic." Seraphina interrupted him, her peripheral vision catching Silas, who was tightly clenching his fists with a violent gaze, a wicked smile playing on her lips.

"I was too tired last night and haven't looked at the bidding document yet. And... I found that Silas is richer than you, handsomer than you, and a hundred times better in bed. Why should I help you steal things?"

There was dead silence on the other end of the phone.

Silas turned his head abruptly, his pupils constricting.

"Don't call me again. If you make my man unhappy, the little assets left in your family—I'll have him flatten them today."

Hanging up the phone, Seraphina casually tossed it aside and turned to look at the petrified Silas.

She crawled over and sat astride the man's firm thighs, her small hand gently stroking his grim face.

"Master Sterling, are you satisfied with this token of my loyalty?"

Silas grabbed her waist, his eyes swirling with unprecedented ecstasy and trembling: "Seraphina, what did you just say? What did you call me?"

"I called you, my man."

She leaned down and kissed him. This time, all suspicions vanished in this deep kiss. Nemesis? No, he was her life.