Lahat ng Kabanata ng Reborn as the Wife He Killed: Kabanata 81 - Kabanata 90

Elias sat in the study of his secret base, his brow deeply furrowed as the events of the day replayed in his mind. His relationship with Livia had finally been revealed to Marcellus, and the years of pent-up conflict between him and Marcellus had erupted at last. Despite the lingering resentment he harbored toward his brother, Elias never truly wanted to harm him. They had once shared a bond akin to brotherhood. Yet none of this could overshadow the feelings he held for Livia. To protect her, he was willing to sacrifice everything, even if it meant severing ties with Marcellus forever.He sighed, placing his pen gently on the desk. He knew he couldn’t afford to remain idle; he needed to act swiftly. However, he also understood that directly deploying his forces near Marcellus’s estate would be tantamount to declaring war, something that would only escalate the situation further. This wasn’t what Livia would want. Picking up his phone, he dialed Red’s number and gave his instructions.

“We’ll split up,” Elias declared decisively, turning to his subordinates and issuing orders in a low, commanding tone. “Mobilize everyone. Search the eastern road and its surrounding areas—hidden side paths, abandoned buildings, anywhere that could be used as a hideout. If you find even the slightest clue, report to me immediately!”Elias’s subordinates also wasted no time and quickly set out, while he personally studied a map, planning potential search areas. His finger moved swiftly across the map, pointing to several red-marked locations. “Here, here, and here. Search every corner thoroughly. Whoever finds Livia gets double the reward. Move!”Meanwhile, Marcellus also sprang into action without hesitation. Standing tall, he turned to his captain of the guard, his tone sharp and commanding: “Take the elite squad and set out immediately. Start from the west road and work your way east. Leave no stone unturned. Report any unusual findings to me immediately!”The captain of the guard n

The man on the other end of the phone spoke with a leisurely tone, but his words carried a heavy threat. “Good, you’ve already regrouped. That saves me quite a bit of effort—no need to hunt you down one by one.”Hearing this, Marcellus and Elias exchanged a glance, their eyes now tinged with a cold sharpness. The fact that the caller had learned of their meeting so quickly and made this call suggested only one thing: there was an informant in their ranks leaking information to the kidnappers. Both men understood this unspoken truth but knew they couldn’t alert the mole just yet. For now, they had to deal with the kidnapper on the phone and buy time.Marcellus lowered his voice, speaking calmly but with a hint of impatience. “Who are you? And why are you calling?”The kidnapper let out a cold chuckle, his tone becoming even more casual. “Who I am doesn’t matter. What matters is who I have.”With that, he handed the phone to Livia, who was bound beside him. His tone was laced with mocke

The atmosphere inside the car was heavy with tension, yet Marcellus remained unusually calm. His gaze lingered on the passing scenery outside the window, his voice low but resolute. “I can’t be certain if all five of the men we trust are truly reliable. One of them could be a traitor or a mole. That’s why I misled them, sending them to search elsewhere. If they catch the mole, we’ll know who’s pulling the strings.”Elias frowned, his tone edged with urgency. “What if they don’t catch anyone? What if there’s no mole at all?”Marcellus turned to face Elias, his voice steady but sharp with insight. “If that happens, it won’t matter. The priority is rescuing Livia. Judging from the car crash site, the kidnappers used a small vehicle. There were no other tire tracks, which means they likely kept their group small to avoid drawing attention. I estimate no more than five to ten people.”He paused, locking eyes with Elias. “The three of us can handle that—unless, of course, you’re scared.”El

Under the veil of night, the sharp crack of gunfire shattered the stillness of the forest. The mingling scents of gunpowder and damp wood filled the air as Marcellus, Elias, and Mark spread out into a fan-shaped formation, silently advancing to eliminate the guards stationed outside the factory.Mark moved like a seasoned predator, swift and precise. His first shot struck a guard’s shoulder, disabling him instantly. Before the second guard could react, Mark had already repositioned and fired twice in quick succession, dropping him to the ground.On another flank, Marcellus crouched behind an abandoned vehicle for cover, his gun steady and trained forward. When a cautious enemy peeked out, searching for targets, Marcellus fired a single, clean shot. The guard collapsed, a bullet in his forehead. Marcellus remained expressionless, his calm demeanor making the act seem like a routine task.Elias, though a bit more reckless, was no less efficient. He darted through the forest like a shado