Todos los capítulos de REBIRTH: MR. CEO, Let's Divorce!: Capítulo 151 - Capítulo 160

Nexus arrived before Jaxon could at the hospital where Ashley and Scott were rushed in by helicopter. Upon the call of the head of the country’s medical department, the hospital’s dean together with the geniuses in the area welcomed the helicopter.Nexus was there when despite the attempt of the nurses to keep him away. After all, he was neither the patients’ direct family or relatives. But who was Nexus?For him, there was nothing that could not be paid by money except her. In the end, Nexus was ultimately allowed to be with the medical team welcoming at the helipad, albeit, he was at the back of the group. What mattered for him was…he was there for her this time.What he was not able to do in his life time, he wanted to makeup for it in this one. Maybe, just maybe, the question why he was allowed to be given a chance for another shot of life would be answered by then.The sound that pierced through the midnight of the city finally came. It was feint at first. Then it came like a roa

The rhythmic beeping of machines filled the ICU, punctuated only by the occasional murmur of nurses and the hush of footsteps on the sterilized floor. Viola sat hunched in the corner of the dimly lit hospital room, her eyes fixed on the unconscious figure lying in the bed. The nameplate on the bedside monitor read: Ashley Elijah.Ashley.The name felt foreign in Viola’s mind, yet it was now all anyone could talk about. The long-lost daughter of her adoptive mother, Uriel. The missing piece of a puzzle that Viola hadn’t even realized existed until hours ago.Viola’s fingers curled into fists on her lap. Something didn’t sit right. Something about Ashley, about the way this entire situation had unraveled, gnawed at her insides like an itch she couldn’t scratch.She should’ve been relieved. Happy, even. If Ashley was truly Uriel’s daughter, then at least some part of Uriel’s past had been restored. And yet… Viola couldn’t bring herself to accept it. Not entirely.How could someone have e

The chapel was silent, save for the soft flickering of candlelight and the occasional creak of old wooden pews. Jaxon Elijah sat in the front row, his large hands clasped tightly together, his head bowed. The air smelled of incense, and the dim light cast long shadows against the marble walls, making the place feel both holy and desolate.He was no longer the proud and majestic president of Elijah Consortium. Here, in the stillness of the chapel, he was just a man—a broken father, a desperate husband. The weight of his sins pressed down on him, suffocating. The empire he had built, the power he had wielded, all felt meaningless now.Ashley and Scottie lay in the ICU, their bodies still, their breaths measured by the steady beep of machines. Every second that passed was agony, each breath they took a cruel reminder of how fragile life truly was. His wife, his son—they were the only things that ever mattered, and he had failed them.Jaxon exhaled shakily, tilting his face upward to the

The dim glow of the hospital room’s overhead lights cast soft shadows across the walls. The sterile scent of antiseptic lingered in the air, blending with the faint floral aroma from the bouquet of lilies resting on the bedside table.Jaxon sat in the plush armchair beside Ashley’s hospital bed, his fingers intertwined with hers. He had not left her side since Scottie had awakened. His body ached from exhaustion, but he refused to let go.He watched her face, pale and serene as if she were merely sleeping and not trapped in the cruel grasp of unconsciousness. The machines beeped in a steady rhythm, a haunting reminder that she was still here, still breathing—but just barely.He exhaled a shaky breath and brought her hand to his lips, pressing a soft kiss against her delicate fingers.‘I should have been better to you’, he thought bitterly.His mind drifted to the past, to a memory that still haunted him, a moment that had changed both of their lives forever.The past…The hotel suite

The air surrounding the Elijah Consortium’s headquarters was heavy with tension. What was once the most dominant empire in the business world was now teetering under pressure from an equally formidable opponent—the Rostishire Family. The emblem of crows, their unmistakable mark, was beginning to loom over the Elijah Family’s empire, signaling the coming of a war that was as much about power as it was about revenge.It had been three weeks since Izana Rostishire had disappeared without a trace. No ransom note, no communication, no evidence—just an eerie silence that enraged the Rostishires to no end. The head of the family, Reginald Rostishire, was a man of calculated ruthlessness, and the disappearance of his only son had turned him into a force of nature, an entity that would stop at nothing until his heir was returned.While Reginald was known for his composure, the movements he had been making in the corporate world were anything but subtle. The Rostishires had begun to sink their