THE BILLIONAIRE'S REBORN WIFE

When Catherine lifted her head and saw Alicia, shock flashed across her once-blank face—only to harden into ice as her gaze fell on the photo in Alicia’s hands.After the guards filed out, leaving Alicia in the cell with Catherine, Alicia gave her a nervous smile. “Hello, pretty. I’m Alicia. What’s your name?”Catherine ignored the pleasantries. “How did you end up in here?”After fifteen years of being locked up, this was the first time Catherine had seen a newcomer as old as Alicia—and what intrigued her even more was Alicia’s naivety about her situation.Alicia didn’t seem frightened in the slightest, and she even look a little jovial.Alicia babbled excitedly, “My husband sent me here by speedboat. There’s a secret auction—some huge, life-changing contract that will transform my handsome husband’s company.”Catherine stared at her in disbelief. What truly soured her mood, though, was watching Alicia sit on the thin mattress, clutching a photograph of Ethan and whispering, “I miss

Alicia fell silent, turning Catherine’s words over in her mind. She studied her cellmate’s face, then asked, “Is it possible to leave this place?”Catherine’s lips curled into a faint smile. “If you wish it, there’s always a way out.”Determination sharpened Alicia’s gaze. “How?”Instead of answering, Catherine returned to her thin mattress and lay back. “We just have to wait,” she said lazily.Alicia didn’t press her. She stared at the photograph of her husband, Ethan, and the glossy pre-wedding magazine of him with Emily as both curled and blackened in the flames, until they crumbled to ash. Her fists tightened. Her eyes went cold, and anger flooded her chest.“Ethan,” she whispered, voice trembling with fury, “you’ll regret betraying me—choosing her over me.”Tears slipped down her cheeks as she wept in silence.Days slid by, empty and heavy. Aside from meals and the slow walk back to the cell, nothing changed. Catherine kept urging her to let Ethan go, but the ache refused to loos

At Winnie’s ridiculous question, Alexander’s blood pressure spiked. He tensed and glared at her. Beatrice rubbed his back, pretending she hadn’t heard a thing.Alicia turned with a smile that wasn’t a smile and asked calmly, “Are you a virgin?”Winnie panicked. Beatrice’s face changed at once, and she rushed to scold her daughter. “How dare you ask such a ridiculous question of your older sister? What’s wrong with you?”Alicia regarded the mother and daughter—she had already seen through their act. Without another word, she ascended the stairs.Alicia, guided by the maid, was shown to Catherine’s room. When she opened the door and stepped inside, she saw toys neatly arranged and photographs displayed everywhere—each one a snapshot of Catherine’s childhood.Alicia’s fists clenched instinctively, her eyes blazing. She remembered Catherine’s sacrifice for her and whispered a cold vow, “Wherever you are, Cathy, I want you to be at peace and live freely. I’m going to make them regret steal

Winnie’s face fell, but she didn’t dare argue with Alexander. Beatrice’s expression darkened. “Alex, dear, talking with your mouth full isn’t advisable,” she said.Alexander ignored his wife. “If you had taught her well, she wouldn’t have turned out like this—always on her phone and fussing over her looks. I’m really disappointed in you, Beatrice.”Beatrice’s face grew even worse, but she still didn’t argue. Instead, she tasted the food Alicia had cooked. Her eyes widened in shock; before she knew it, she was taking another spoonful, then another.Watching her mother eat, Winnie followed suit. She was surprised too, but she clenched her teeth in hatred. The thought of Alexander praising Alicia made her even angrier.After breakfast, Alexander turned to Alicia. “Cathy, whenever you’re free, bless us with more good food. This is the best meal I’ve ever eaten.”Alicia smiled and nodded. “I will. Let me help you up to your room.”Alexander brightened. With Alicia supporting his arm, they

Beatrice turned in the direction Alexander was looking, disgust etched across her face. She stiffened when she saw what Winnie was doing to a male servant—smooching him all over and touching him wantonly.Snapping back to her senses, Beatrice sprang to her feet. She yanked Winnie away and shouted at the male servants, “All of you, get out! Scram—and go get the doctor!”Alexander was already furious with Beatrice and out of patience with the mother and daughter. Seeing Winnie’s brazen display was the last straw; he was livid. He got up and walked away without asking a single question.Alicia, meanwhile, watched the unfolding spectacle like it was a show. She folded her arms and observed as Beatrice struggled to restrain her daughter.“I want to be fucked—fuck me hard, I’m soaking wet!” Winnie screamed at the top of her lungs.Beatrice’s face went pale. She glanced upward, praying Alexander hadn’t heard that. She quickly clamped a hand over Winnie’s mouth—only to be bitten.“Argh!” she