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Chapter 259: Edgar’s Plan?
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Reborn as the Wife He Killed Chapter 340 — The Contest
Alia knew—at this very moment, she could not afford to lose.This was more than a chase, more than a test. It was a silent contest of trust, power, and control. If she showed even a flicker of hesitation now, Jim would immediately brand her as manageable—someone who could be handled, steered, used. And once he placed her in that category, every future “partnership” between them would be nothing more than a slow process of being drained—her value measured, extracted, and discarded.But if she could keep up with him—if she could make him see her as quick, composed, and formidable, as someone who could stand beside him, even against him—then perhaps, in this dangerous alliance, she could grasp a fragment of initiative.Still, his sudden move had struck like a whip against her chest. The abrupt shift from stillness to motion, from watchfulness to survival, sent a sharp pulse through her veins. For a heartbeat, it felt as if the air had thinned, like she was being pulled into a rhythm wher
Reborn as the Wife He Killed Chapter 339 — The Chase Begins
The moment his words fell, the tension in the air grew almost tangible—like a wire stretched to the point of breaking, vibrating under invisible pressure. Every breath, every flicker of movement seemed enough to shatter the fragile balance.Overhead, the dim yellow ceiling light trembled ever so slightly, its filament buzzing in protest. The glow it cast was uneven, rippling across the warehouse floor in restless waves. Two shadows stretched and tangled within that shifting light—one long, one short; one rooted in stillness, the other poised for motion. They crossed and broke upon the cracked concrete like a silent duel of presence and will.Jim stood half-veiled in darkness, his black trench coat absorbing the light. The edges of his form blurred with the shadows, yet the faint glint at his wrist—a watch, a metal buckle, or perhaps something sharper—caught the eye like a warning. His posture was deceptively relaxed, shoulders slouched, one hand buried in his pocket, but beneath that
Reborn as the Wife He Killed Chapter 338 — Mutual Probing
“It’s good that you remember.” Alia’s voice was calm, but her expression was as cold as steel glazed with frost. “Since he’s in a hospital, he needs regular checkups. Drawing a bit of blood shouldn’t be hard at all, right? It’s hardly a challenge.”She paused, lifted her chin slightly, and her tone shifted—now carrying a hint of testing. “I’ve done my part. Now it’s your turn, isn’t it? I’ve shown my sincerity. So—will you show me how you plan to do it?”For a brief moment, silence filled the warehouse. The air seemed heavier, tinged with a suffocating chill.Alia appeared composed, but her heartbeat had long lost its rhythm. She wasn’t merely curious—she needed to see Jim’s method, to understand what exactly he intended to do. Only then could she judge whether Marcellus still had a sliver of hope—and whether she could still act in time to save him.Jim looked at her without speaking. His gaze swept across her face like a blade, dissecting every flicker of emotion—from her eyes, her b
Reborn as the Wife He Killed Chapter 337 – The Simple Way
The night was deep and heavy, the cold wind carrying shreds of mist and the fractured glow of streetlights.Alia stopped at the edge of the abandoned warehouse, her breath forming a faint wisp in the frigid air.This was the place—the one Jim had chosen.The scent of rust and damp concrete filled her lungs, sharp and metallic, like the aftertaste of blood. Every step she took toward that door made her pulse tighten. The faint creak of the old hinges echoed in the darkness as she pushed the half-open iron door.Inside, the light was dim and unsteady. A few yellowed bulbs flickered overhead, casting long, trembling shadows across the floor.At the far end, near a cracked window, Jim sat slouched at a metal table. His fingers tapped lazily against the surface—a slow, deliberate rhythm.When he heard her footsteps, he lifted his head. A faint smirk curved across his lips, casual yet cutting.“You came. So—how did it go?”His voice carried that familiar tone of mockery, careless and self-a
Reborn as the Wife He Killed Chapter 336 – Brothers
For a long time, Elias said nothing. The steady hum of the hospital’s machines filled the silence between them, a faint rhythm like the ticking of time itself—measured, unrelenting.Then, at last, he exhaled slowly. The sound was quiet but heavy, as if releasing something that had been locked inside him for years. When he finally spoke, his voice carried an unexpected softness—something fragile, unfamiliar, almost human.“You know,” he began, the corners of his lips tightening with a faint, rueful smile, “this time… I really am moved by you. I didn’t think you were that kind of person. I suppose I’ve underestimated you all along—my brother.”That last phrase—my brother—was so gentle it almost vanished in the air, yet it lingered, echoing faintly against the sterile white walls, like the fading toll of a bell.For a brief second, Marcellus’s composure wavered. His eyes flickered with light, a fleeting reflection of emotions too complex to untangle—shock, quiet gratitude, and something
Reborn as the Wife He Killed Chapter 335 — Love That Could No Longer Be Held Back
At last, Alia could no longer restrain herself.Overwhelmed by the tide of emotions that had been building within her, she threw herself into Marcellus’s arms.For a brief, fleeting instant, the air between them ceased to exist—the sound of the monitor faded, the sterile scent of the ward dissolved—there was only the rhythm of her heartbeat, desperate and uneven, thundering between them.Marcellus’s eyes softened, just slightly—so faintly it could have been imagined.He had seen her strong, cold, unflinching in the face of pain, yet in that moment her movements carried a kind of fragile urgency.When her fingertips brushed across his cheek, the warmth of her skin seared through him—a warmth that spoke of fear, of longing, of every unsaid word she had buried beneath her calm.It lasted no more than a breath, yet it felt like the world had paused for it.Then, she slowly straightened, trying to steady her breathing, her lips trembling as she forced out the words:“Wait for me. I know
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