Reborn: The president Contracted Wife

~Bianca Pov~I stood in front of the tall building and I could feel my hands shaking as I looked up at it. The lights from the windows shone brightly but I felt like I was standing in darkness. My heart pounded, my legs felt weak, and every part of me wanted to turn around and leave.But I couldn’t, I can't when I know what is at stake! I knew If I walked away, Nathan’s family would let me die.I bit my lips and swallowed hard, my throat felt dry. Just a year ago, I had everything. A father who loved me, A husband I adored, and a life full of warmth and safety.Now all of it is gone, yes! Gone! My father was dead and my husband, the man I had loved with all my heart and had even disobeyed my father to marry was also gone. And all I had left was my weak, sick body and a company that was about to collapse.I sighed softly—Nathan’s family had no use for me anymore. They refused to help me get better. They made me depend on them, controlling my every move. And now, they have given me an

~Bianca pov~I felt pain, heart-wrenching pain. It was like I had been stabbed in the tummy, I let out a groan and held my tummy as well as rolled on the bed, I am too familiar with the pain, and like always, I stretched my hand to the bedside table for my bottle of medicine when my hand paused.I stiffened and my mind went blank, even the pain seemed to have disappeared. My mind turned with many thoughts but none of them seemed to stay, but one question remained—Can you feel pain when you are dead?!” My brain snapped with that thought and my eyes opened, I sat up immediately, my mind was dazed and all I could do was take in deep breath, my head felt heavy and I had to shake it to relieve the pain. Some minutes after calming down, I looked at my hands in a daze, then at the bed, and the room I was in. “What is going on?!” I muttered with a shaky voice. I wanted to shout but it was like my throat had been sealed and my mouth had been tapped, I could do nothing but look at my hands an

~Bianca's POV~ "Bianca, what's this I'm hearing about you disrespecting Mum?" Blinking slowly, I dragged myself out of the spiraling thought I'd been trapped in. Damien Sinclair. His name had been echoing in my head like a curse. But not now. There were more immediate devils at this table. I lifted my gaze from the untouched food in front of me. The dining room, with its six velvet chairs circling the glass table and the crystal chandelier above, looked as elegant and false as ever. A beautiful cage. Nathan sat at the far end, arms crossed, brown eyes narrowed with self-righteous indignation. To his left—directly across from me—Cecelia, the master manipulator in pearls. Normally, I would've sat beside him, smiling on cue, laughing when expected, and swallowing the poison they so generously served—literally. But not today. I'd taken the seat at the opposite end. And Nathan had noticed. Oh, he noticed. The table was set with their usual flair—creamy mashed potatoes, perfectly glaz

~Bianca's POV~ I stood frozen. Nathan's arms wrapped around my rain-soaked body like we were in some twisted movie. His embrace was warm, desperate—and completely out of character. Pulling back just enough to study me, his hands gripped my shoulders, brown eyes scanning for wounds. "Are you hurt? What happened?" His voice cracked. "You walked in the rain? You could've caught a cold." I blinked up at him, still dripping. Still stunned. What the hell? This wasn't the man who ignored my tears. The man who didn't flinch when I bled. He hadn't even held me when my father died. Now he was wrapping a towel around my shoulders, voice low and gentle. "The maids are off tonight, but I could make you tea. Something hot. Ginger, maybe." Tea? Nathan? The man who once said tea was for the weak? My confusion must've shown. "I'm fine," I said, stepping back. "You don't have to—really." He sighed and sat on the edge of the bed, patting the space beside him. "I've been thinking… about this mo

~Damien's POV~"It's good to have you back, Damien," said Greg, the CFO, nodding stiffly, like expressing any emotion physically pained him.A quiet murmur of agreement followed around the boardroom."That's true," Levinson, Head of Legal, added. "We haven't seen you in years. And now, with Mr. Herman gone… the company needs a figurehead. A real one."That name.Herman.The room might as well have gone silent. I felt the immediate twist, right in my chest.The man who saved me from the edge. Literally. I'd been seventeen and seconds from throwing myself off a bridge when he found me—ripped me back from the ledge, not with kindness, but with brutal honesty that cut deeper than any knife."You want to die over a girl who laughed at you? Pathetic."He didn't sugarcoat things. He didn't offer comfort. He offered purpose. And I took it.Now he was gone. Dead. Buried. And with him, the only man who ever gave a damn when it mattered.Not even Bianca had.Especially not her.My eyes swept acr