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Auteur: A. Kale
last update Date de publication: 2026-05-13 19:10:00

Tristan’s POV

My phone rang at 4:47 PM and the caller ID showed a number I didn’t recognize from a country code that made sense. Beth had finally surfaced.

“You’re alive.” I said instead of hello.

“Barely,” she huffed on the other end. Her voice sounded tired in a way that suggested she’d been running for days. “I’m in Barcelona. I’m safe. But Tristan, Xavier found me.”

I set down the financial reports I’d been reviewing and pulled up the encrypted messaging system that connected directly to my
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  • Reborn as the True Billionaire    40

    Tristan’s POVMy phone rang at 4:47 PM and the caller ID showed a number I didn’t recognize from a country code that made sense. Beth had finally surfaced.“You’re alive.” I said instead of hello.“Barely,” she huffed on the other end. Her voice sounded tired in a way that suggested she’d been running for days. “I’m in Barcelona. I’m safe. But Tristan, Xavier found me.”I set down the financial reports I’d been reviewing and pulled up the encrypted messaging system that connected directly to my intelligence team. “Tell me everything.”“I was at the airport in Madrid. I was supposed to be leaving that morning but I’d forgotten my passport at the hotel so I went back and he was just there. In the lobby like he’s been waiting.” She paused and I could hear her breathing heavily like she was still processing the shock of it. “He said he needed to talk to me. That he’d been looking for me. That he wanted closure.”“And you agreed to have lunch with him?”“He looked so desperate, Tristan. I

  • Reborn as the True Billionaire    39

    Morana’s POVThe penthouse was exactly what I needed. And not Tristan’s cold minimalism or Xavier’s performative luxury. It is clean lines and floor-to-ceiling windows that showed Manhattan like it belonged to me. Which it did or at least this piece of it was about to.The realtor was talking about square footage and finishes and some bullshit about the previous owner being a hedge fund manager who’d decided to relocate to London. I wasn’t listening. I was walking through the space imagining my furniture in it. Imagining having a place that was completely mine where I didn’t have to perform or pretend or watch my back.This is the place I want to come back to and be broken by myself. The master bedroom had a view of Central Park. The kitchen had marble countertops that probably cost more than most people’s rent. There was a home office that would be perfect for rebuilding my research without anyone monitoring what I was doing.“I want to put in an offer” I told the realtor. A woman

  • Reborn as the True Billionaire    38

    Morana’s POVLance was waiting in the hallway outside the boardroom like he’d been standing there the entire time we were in the meeting. Probably he has because he’d been trying to figure out his next move while listening to his entire operation collapse through the conference room door.He smiled at me with all his teeth and pulled me into a hug before I could step back. It was supposed to be thr kind of hug that was supposed to look familial and warm but just felt suffocating.“I missed you” he said into my hair. “I was hurt you didn’t call. Not once in five years. I thought we were family.”“We’re not anymore..” I said and made sure my voice came out flat and cold and he pulled back like I’d physically hit him. “We share a stepmother. That’s it.”“Morana come on. I was just trying to keep the company stable while you were -”“While I was what?” I stepped out of his grip completely. “While I was disappearing into a life that wasn’t mine? While I was slowly dying and nobody in this

  • Reborn as the True Billionaire    37

    Tristan’s POVI was reviewing quarterly projections when Reid walked in with his expression already telling me something was wrong. He set a phone down on my desk face up and I saw the picture before he said anything.Xavier and Beth having lunch at some upscale restaurant in Manhattan. Beth looked uncomfortable. Her body language was closed off and she was barely touching her food but she wasn’t terrified either. She was just sitting there looking like someone who’d agreed to something she regretted.There was message attached to the image. As though Xavier was just making conversation instead of trying to leverage my sister into some kind of business negotiation.Xavier Lancaster: Your sister and I had an interesting lunch. I think we could work very well together given our complementary skill sets. I’d love to discuss a partnership opportunity. Call me.I stared at the message for a long moment and felt something cold settle into my chest. It is the understanding that Xavier had j

  • Reborn as the True Billionaire    36

    Morana’s POV“This is my husband, Tristan Rothschild” I said and watched the color literally drain from their faces.Tristan didn’t stand up. He just turned his head slightly and looked at each of them in turn with the kind of expression that suggested he was calculating exactly how much they were worth and whether it was worth his time to remember their names.Gerald was the first one to react. His hand went to his collar like he suddenly couldn’t breathe properly. Richard’s jaw actually dropped. The other men shifted in their chairs like they were suddenly uncomfortable in spaces they’d probably occupied for decades.“Rothschild” one of them said. His voice came out smaller than it had been a moment ago. “As in Rothschild Pharmaceuticals?”“The same” Tristan said his voice like ice. The kind of cold that made you understand why people feared him. “I’m aware that you’re all trying to determine whether my presence here is a threat or an asset. Let me clarify. I’m here because my wife

  • Reborn as the True Billionaire    35

    Morana’s POVThe lobby of Mortaine Patent went completely silent when I walked in. I could feel the shift in the air and I love the taste of it. The security guards recognizing my face from old photos probably. The receptionists doing double takes. The people waiting for meetings stopping mid-conversation to stare.I was wearing all black tailored Tom Ford blazer that fit like it had been made specifically for my body. Black pants that had a sharp crease down the front. Black heels that clicked against the marble floor loud enough to announce my presence before anyone even saw my face.The Mortaine logo was embroidered on my blazer. It was a statement that I wasn’t here to apologize or explain. I was here to claim what was mine.Tristan walked beside me but slightly behind. Nobody was looking at him even though he was probably the more powerful person in this building right now. They were all looking at me like they were trying to understand how someone they’d written off five years

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