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Into the Lion's Deb
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Reborn as The Billionaire's Wife The Voice in the Dark
(Elena’s POV)The voice slithered through the darkness like a ghost resurrected.“Elena… come home.”My breath froze in my chest.No. No, it couldn’t be.Alex stepped in front of me, gun raised, every line of his body rigid. “Stay behind me.”But I barely heard him.Because my mind was trapped between memory and fear, spinning, fracturing.Richard was alive.I knew that voice. I could never forget it. Smooth. Deceptive. A serpent wrapped in silk.The last time I heard it, he had been bleeding out on the floor Alex’s bullet carving his fate.I felt Alex’s hand reach back, brushing my hip lightly anchoring me.“Elena,” he whispered without taking his eyes from the door, “look at me.”I forced myself to breathe, forced my gaze up to his face.His expression was calm, but fury simmered beneath the surface.“He’s not taking you,” Alex said. “Not tonight. Not ever.”A rattling sound came from the porch.Something metallic.Alex flicked his head toward the hallway. “Move. Back room. Now.”I
Reborn as The Billionaire's Wife Shadows That Know Her Name
(Elena’s POV)The safehouse wasn’t what I expected.It wasn’t another cold, sterile bunker or one of Alex’s sleek high-security penthouses. It was a small cabin tucked behind tall cedar trees, quiet enough that I could hear my own heartbeat again.He opened the door first, scanning every corner, every window, every possible threat, before turning back to me.“All clear.”I nodded, though my nerves vibrated underneath my skin.Inside, the cabin smelled faintly of pine and old books. A fire Alex must have arranged earlier was already burning, soft light dancing across the wooden floorboards. It felt almost… humanizing. Disarming.Too gentle for someone like me.He motioned toward the couch. “Sit. I’ll make tea.”I almost laughed. The man who had broken bones without hesitation was offering chamomile like he was trying to soothe a frightened child.But I sat anyway, pulling my knees close as I watched him move around the tiny kitchen.His movements were different tonight.Softer.Measure
Reborn as The Billionaire's Wife The Truth in His Eyes
(Alex’s POV)The night air tasted like metal cold, sharp, and too still for comfort. I tightened my grip on the steering wheel as the city blurred past, every streetlight dragging a streak across the windshield like a reminder of how fast everything was unraveling.Elena was quiet beside me.Too quiet.She stared out of the window with that same look she used to have whenever she was preparing to walk into one of her father’s meetings shoulders tight, jaw set, eyes distant. Except now… she wasn’t preparing for war.She was recovering from it.And I hated that I’d been even a small part of the pain in her eyes.“Talk to me,” I said finally, voice low.She didn’t look at me. “About what?”“About whatever you’ve been holding in since we left the safehouse.”Her fingers curled in her lap, knuckles whitening. “You already know.”I shook my head. “I know pieces. Guesswork. But I want the truth from your lips, Elena. Not what I think. What you feel.”She turned then, slow, as if each movemen
Reborn as The Billionaire's Wife His Breaking Point
(Alexander’s POV)The moment Elena vanished, the world lost its edges.I stood in the middle of the underground chamber, chest rising and falling too sharply, eyes scanning the room for the tenth time even though I already knew the truth: she was gone. Taken. Ripped out of my reach by a group bold enough or stupid enough to believe I wouldn’t burn the entire world down to get her back.The fluorescent lights hummed above me, steady and clinical. Too calm. Too normal. My heartbeat didn’t match the rhythm of this place. It beat like a war drum.“Sir,” Mason murmured, stepping into the room. “We found traces of sedatives in the air vents. Someone prepped this place long before we arrived.”I didn’t trust myself to speak. My jaw locked so hard I tasted iron.Elena had been here. She’d been frightened, confused, reaching for me and I wasn’t there to catch her.The thought made something inside me crack.I forced myself to inhale, but the air felt wrong without her scent lingering in it.“W
Reborn as The Billionaire's Wife The Door Made of Silence
Elena’s POVThe corridor feels longer tonight. Too long, too quiet, too bright.Every step I take echoes against the sterile white floors, bouncing back at me like a reminder that I am still inside a place that was never meant to be escaped. The high-tech hum of the facility fills the air soft vibrations in the walls, the distant pulse of machinery hidden behind glass and steel.Clara’s voice lingers in my head.They’re accelerating Phase Four because of you.Because of my awakening.Because my blood responded faster than any subject before me.Because I wasn’t supposed to survive.The memory sends a shiver crawling down my spine.I reach the end of the hallway where I know the surveillance blind spot begins. Clara created it for me just twenty-seven seconds where the cameras loop old footage. Not much time… but enough.I press my back to the wall, waiting.Twenty-seven seconds. Twenty-seven seconds to be something other than their obedient little puppet.A faint buzz clicks overhead
Reborn as The Billionaire's Wife The Woman In the smoke
(Elena’s POV)For a moment, my brain refused to process what I was seeing.Brother.The word rippled through the ruined penthouse like a cold blade. Adrian went still too still like someone had hit a pressure point that froze him from the inside out.The woman stepped further into the half-collapsed room, her boots crunching over broken glass. Smoke curled around her, giving her an almost spectral presence, like she didn’t belong in the world of ordinary humans.Her gaze locked onto Adrian as if I wasn’t even there.“You’re bleeding,” she noted flatly, eyes flicking to the cut on his forehead. “Sloppy.”Adrian didn’t move. Didn’t blink.His voice, when it finally came, sounded like steel dragged across stone.“Lydia.”Lydia.His sister.The sister he never spoke of.The one everyone believed was dead.My breath stuttered.She tilted her head, lips curving not into a smile, but into something too sharp to be warmth.“Hello, brother,” she repeated softly.Adrian straightened slowly, pla
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