Reborn Heiress Is Remarrying
Chapter 72: The Game Begins

Chapter 72: The Game Begins

Chapter 72: The Game Begins

Arthur had been left in the safest possible hands—Leon’s elite security team.

Diane had insisted on it.

With Rachel still lurking like a snake in the grass, Diane couldn’t risk leaving Arthur unprotected.

At least with Leon’s men, she knew no one would get close to her brother.

Now, however, she had another problem:

She was stuck in a car with both Gabriel and Riot.

The three of them sat in an awkward silence as the car bounced along the uneven road leading into the forest.

Riot, always had to be an instigator...he glanced between them, clearly amused by the weirdness of their situation.

"So," Riot drawled, stretching out his legs. "This is fun. Like a family road trip, but with more glaring and repressed sexual tension."

Diane’s fingers twitched. "Shut up, Riot."

Gabriel exhaled sharply, looking out the window like he wanted to be anywhere but here. "Agreed."

Riot smirked. "Aw, you two are so in sync. Makes me all warm inside."

Diane ignored him, continuing to think about something else.

Miru’s words from the other night gnawed at her.

"The forest, child. That is where your luck lies."

What had she meant by that? Had it just been her usual cryptic nonsense, or was there something real behind it?

Diane didn’t believe in fate, but she did believe in patterns. And this trip—this timing—felt too coincidental.

She glanced at Gabriel from the corner of her eye.

He looked thoroughly unamused, jaw tight, his arms crossed over his chest.

"You look thrilled," she muttered.

Gabriel turned his head slightly. "And you look like you have something to say but won’t."

She pursed her lips, then returned her attention to the road.

The car pulled up to the massive campsite, and the sight before them was something out of a survivalist’s dream.

Large canvas tents lined the area, and a makeshift stage had been set up at the front, complete with cameras, banners, and event organizers giving last-minute instructions.

Diane sighed. "They really went all out."

Gabriel grunted. "It’s ridiculous."

"That’s rich, coming from a man who wears thousand-dollar suits on a Tuesday," Riot quipped.

Gabriel gave him a look. Riot just smiled.

The committee members had already gathered a large crowd, and the lead organizer—a suited man with a polished, practiced smile—took the stage with a microphone in hand.

"Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to this year’s annual charity survival games!"

The audience cheered.

"Over the next three days, you’ll be competing in a series of challenges designed to test your endurance, strategy, and teamwork. The winning team will receive a grand prize, but more importantly, all proceeds from this event will go toward children’s hospitals and community aid programs."

Diane folded her arms. "At least it’s for a good cause."

Riot nudged her. "You just wanna hit people with sticks and call it charity."

She smirked. "Maybe."

The organiser continued, "Each team will consist of three members, and we have ten teams competing this year. We’ll be calling out team names shortly, so listen up!"

Diane barely paid attention—until she spotted a familiar person in the crowd.

Her stomach dropped.

’Evelyn? The heck she’s doing here?’

Diane hadn’t seen her at work for weeks, and yet here she was, standing among the competitors, looking entirely too comfortable.

Before she could process it, Gabriel turned to Evelyn and spoke—loud enough for everyone to hear.

"You and I should team up."

A sharp silence fell over the crowd.

Murmurs broke out instantly.

"Wait, what?"

"Isn’t he Diane’s husband?"

Diane’s mind stalled.

She blinked. Slowly.

"Excuse me?"

Evelyn smiled like a cat that had just cornered its prey. "I’d be honored."

The whispers grew louder.

Even Riot looked stunned. "Damn. That’s bold."

Diane’s grip on her jacket tightened.

Gabriel didn’t even glance at her, as if he hadn’t just publicly humiliated her in front of everyone.

"Unbelievable," she muttered.

Riot gave an exaggerated cough. "Sooo, I guess that means you and me, boss?"

Diane exhaled sharply. "Looks like it."

The organizer checked the team list. "You’ll need a third member."

Before Diane could respond, a voice spoke up.

"I’ll join."

A woman with short, dark brown hair and eyes stepped forward.

She had an athletic build, dressed in fitted hiking gear, and carried herself with easy confidence.

Diane studied her warily. "And you are?"

"Tessa," the woman introduced herself, showing a grin.

"Figured I’d throw my name in the ring. You look like you could use someone competent."

Riot burst out laughing. "Ohhh, I like her."

Diane’s lips twitched. "Fine. Welcome to the team."

With the teams officially formed, the announcer smiled.

"Great! Now that everyone’s set, let’s move on to the first challenge!"

Diane barely heard him.

Her eyes were on Gabriel, who was across the clearing with Evelyn, his posture looked too relaxed, ans Diane couldn’t read him.

’Why had he done it?’

Why had he deliberately chosen Evelyn over her?

Was he trying to mess with her? To send some kind of message?

A thousand thoughts travelled through her mind, but one thing was certain—this wasn’t just a game.

Evelyn’s smile didn’t disappear, but inside, irritation bubbled like a hot lava.

Gabriel choosing her should’ve been a win.

A power move. Something to throw Diane off her game.

But the moment he stood beside her, he was an obstacle rather than an advantage.

He wasn’t here because of her. He was here to play his own game.

Evelyn could feel the people’s stares, the hushed whispers passing between the other participants.

This wasn’t just surprising—it was shocking.

The infamous Gabriel, standing next to her instead of Diane, making a statement without saying a word.

She had spent days carefully planning the perfect setup, making sure she and Adrian could execute their plan flawlessly.

Diane was supposed to be predictable—separated from Gabriel, easier to isolate.

Now, Evelyn had the wildcard standing right next to her.

’Is he here because he knows my plan?’

Gabriel glanced down at her. "You look displeased."

Evelyn let out a breathy laugh. "Not at all."

Liar.

She didn’t have time for this.

She looked toward the crowd, locking onto someone.

A man in another team, blending in, unnoticed by most. But Evelyn knew better.

He was hers.

And if things went sideways, he would make sure the plan stayed on course.

Gabriel being on her team? Annoying.

But nothing she couldn’t fix.