Semua Bab Reborn: I want my billionaire back : Bab 41 - Bab 50

Deep in the heart of an uncharted part of the world, where shadows danced with whispers and power held dominion over loyalty, a secretive compound thrived. It was a place no one stumbled upon by chance, a fortress cloaked in mist and guarded by legions of the unseen. Within its confines, a story was unfolding—a tale that would one day shake the balance of the underworld and the lives entangled in it.The figure stirred, weak and scarred, the faint scent of antiseptic mingling with the earthy aroma of the mountains outside. Weeks of uncertainty had passed since a daring rescue pulled her from the inferno that had consumed her previous life. Though her body bore the marks of fire, the ember of determination in her soul remained unextinguished.The sound of soft footsteps echoed in the room. A man in his late sixties entered, his presence commanding. He was the leader of the shadowy organization—a man known simply as The Sovereign. His reputation preceded him, a calculated mix of mercy a

Natalie sat in her lavish penthouse, the city lights painting the room in a golden glow. The champagne glass in her hand trembled as she stared out at the sprawling skyline, her reflection a distorted image in the floor-to-ceiling windows. It had been months since Daisy’s death—months since she thought her path to Louis’s heart would finally be clear.But it wasn’t.She clenched her jaw as bitterness washed over her. Nothing had gone the way she planned. Louis barely looked at her, let alone offered her any affection. He was like a statue, cold and unmoving, consumed by his own demons.Even the business appearances she had pushed him into were no longer happening. Louis had retreated into his shell, leaving her to fend off rumors and whispers alone. This wasn’t how it was supposed to go.Her phone buzzed, snapping her out of her thoughts. The name “Cain” flashed on the screen, and her blood ran cold. She hesitated, her finger hovering over the decline button, but another buzz followed

The air in Louis’s office was stifling, heavy with unspoken tension. His team shuffled nervously around him, presenting reports he didn’t bother to read. His mind was elsewhere—back at the gala, where the masked woman’s presence had ignited a fire in him he couldn’t extinguish.“Sir?” One of his men cautiously stepped forward. “We’ve gone through all the footage, but we couldn’t identify her. Whoever she is, she knew how to stay under the radar.”Louis leaned back in his chair, his face shadowed by the dim light. “Keep looking. Someone like her doesn’t just appear without leaving a trail. I want every resource focused on this. No excuses.”As the team scrambled to leave, his phone buzzed on the desk. It was Liam. Louis hesitated before answering.“Speak.”“You’re not the only one asking questions about her.” Liam’s voice was sharp. “Ezekiel’s men are all over the city, digging for answers. Whatever you think you saw, Louis, it’s not possible. Daisy is gone.”The name hit him like a bl

The glass of whiskey in Louis’s hand trembled as he brought it to his lips, but not from the cold. The room around him was dimly lit, the weight of his choices pressing heavily on his chest. The memories of Daisy plagued him relentlessly—her laughter, her warm embrace, the fire in her eyes when she challenged him. They were like ghosts, haunting every corner of his mind.He closed his eyes, tipping his head back as the bitter liquid burned down his throat. It didn’t help. Nothing did.In the weeks since her death, he had spiraled into a darkness he could neither escape nor control. At first, it was guilt—crushing, suffocating guilt for everything he had done. His alliance with Natalie, his blind eye to her schemes, his failure to protect Daisy. He had been her safe haven, and he’d let her down.Now, the guilt had evolved into something darker: anger. Anger at himself, at the world, at the futility of it all. What was the point of loyalty, of love, if it only ended in ashes?He had mad

The air was thick with tension in the grand chamber of the Sovereign’s estate. The figure sat at the head of the polished obsidian table, her features obscured by shadows cast by the flickering light of a chandelier above. Before her lay a series of intelligence reports, each page meticulously annotated and organized to reveal the recent collapse of Louis Grant’s trafficking ring. The Sovereign’s operatives worked with precision, dismantling a network that had taken years to build in a matter of weeks. Now, the criminal underworld buzzed with fear and speculation, unsure of who would be next.She leaned back in her chair, her gloved fingers tapping rhythmically on the table's surface. A faint smirk tugged at her lips, though it never reached her cold, calculating eyes. The room was silent except for the rustle of paper and the distant ticking of a clock. Around her, a cadre of operatives waited, poised for orders, their faces stoic and their movements precise."Prepare the next phase,