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Reborn to Love Mr. Right – Episode 09
Laughter followed Arianna across the curb as the Rolls-Royce disappeared down the street. “Look at her getting kicked out of the car,” someone said between giggles. “She got exactly what she deserved.” Phones remained raised, capturing what everyone believed was the final humiliation of a poor girl pretending to be rich.
Arianna held the phone to her ear and waited. In the past, public mockery would have driven her to tears or sent her chasing after Derek to apologize. Now she understood how quickly a crowd could be manipulated by confidence and expensive clothes. She did not need to argue with people who would soon witness the truth themselves.
Her father answered after the second ring. Hearing his voice struck Arianna harder than any insult. Donald Taylor had been dead for years in the life she remembered, leaving an emptiness Derek exploited from the moment the funeral ended. Now he was alive, close enough to answer an ordinary call from his daughter.
Emotion tightened her throat, but Arianna kept her words simple. “Dad, my driver just left without me,” she said. The possessive carried a quiet force: her driver, employed by her family, operating her car. “Can you please tell him to come back?”
Donald asked if she was safe, concern immediate in his voice. Arianna assured him that she was still outside the school and thanked him before ending the call. The simple exchange steadied her because it proved she still had time to protect him. She wanted to tell him everything—about Derek, the company, the crash, and the death he had not yet suffered—but those truths required more than a conversation held before a jeering crowd.
“Oh my God, stop pretending to be rich,” a girl said. “It’s embarrassing.” Her friends agreed that no car was coming back. They had accepted Derek’s version of reality for so long that Arianna’s calm confidence seemed like delusion.
“Trust me,” Arianna replied. “I don’t have to pretend to be rich.” She slipped her phone into her pocket and looked toward the corner. “And the car is coming back.”
The certainty in her voice only entertained them more. One student called her delusional, while another announced that if the Rolls-Royce returned, she would eat her own foot. Her friends applauded the ridiculous wager as though the outcome were guaranteed. Laughter swelled again as everyone turned toward the empty road, eager to prove Arianna wrong.
Minutes passed slowly. A flicker of doubt touched even Arianna, not because she questioned her father’s authority but because she did not yet know how Derek would respond. In the future, he had chosen violence when trapped. She reminded herself that Donald was alive now and that Derek had not yet accumulated enough power to defy him openly.
Inside the departing car, Jeff’s phone would already be ringing. Arianna could imagine her father’s voice asking why his daughter had been abandoned at school. Jeff might resent the correction, but resentment could not transform an employee into an owner. No fabricated story about Derek’s ownership could survive a direct order from the man who paid Jeff’s salary and held the vehicle’s registration.
An engine sounded beyond the corner. The girl who had promised to eat her foot stopped laughing first. Several students squinted toward the road, their smiles fading as the familiar silhouette came into view. A moment later, the black Rolls-Royce reappeared and turned toward the school, its polished grille catching the afternoon light.
Whispers replaced mockery. Students leaned forward, comparing the license plate as though there might be two identical cars. The same phones that had recorded her humiliation now documented the collapse of their certainty. Arianna remained still while the vehicle returned to the exact place where Derek had forced her out.
The rear door opened, and Ivy stepped onto the curb. Her triumphant smile was gone. Humiliation colored her cheeks as every spectator watched her surrender the seat she had claimed minutes earlier. She clutched her bag with one hand and the bloodstained tissue with the other, glaring at Arianna as if the reversal were another deliberate attack.
Derek emerged behind her with fury burning beneath his carefully neutral expression. Being ordered out of the car had humiliated him, but he could not explain why without admitting that Donald Taylor—not any member of the Davis family—controlled it. His usual confidence deserted him under the weight of so many questioning eyes. The crowd looked between him and Arianna, waiting for an answer he could not safely provide.
Jeff got out last and walked around the vehicle. His posture had changed completely since their argument inside the car. Even his gaze remained lowered as he approached the passenger door. The confidence of a future father-in-law had vanished, replaced by the stiff obedience of an employee who had just been reminded of his position.
He opened the rear door and lowered his head. “Miss Taylor, please get in the car.” The title carried clearly across the silent curb. No one laughed now.
Arianna paused beside the girl who had made the reckless wager. “You may want to reconsider what you promise in public,” she said mildly. The girl’s face burned as her friends avoided looking at her. One short sentence returned a fraction of the humiliation they had tried to inflict.
Then Arianna faced Derek. His identity had not fully collapsed, but the first crack was visible to everyone. The boy who had treated her like a servant could no longer hide behind easy assumptions. Students were already questioning why his supposed chauffeur addressed Arianna with formal respect and removed him from the vehicle at her request.
She entered the Rolls-Royce and settled into the seat Ivy had occupied moments earlier. This time, Jeff closed the door carefully behind her. The leather felt less like a luxury than a piece of her life restored to its proper place. Through the window, Arianna saw Derek and Ivy standing together on the curb, no longer admired owners but unwanted passengers left behind.
As the car pulled away, Arianna felt no urge to celebrate. Recovering one vehicle was only the smallest beginning; Derek still had access to her money, her father’s trust, and opportunities to reshape the story. She would have to move carefully before he understood how much she remembered. Yet his expression promised retaliation, and Arianna welcomed the challenge—because the next thing she intended to take back would expose far more than a lie about a car.
