All Chapters of Reborn: The president Contracted Wife : Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

Bianca’s POVThe night was quiet, and uncomfortably so… I sat on the edge of my bed, my mind spinning with thoughts. My palms wouldn’t stop sweating, no matter how many times I wiped them on my nightgown. I’d made up my mind… tonight, I was leaving.A soft knock echoed at my door. It was Martha. “Come in,” I whispered.The door creaked open and she stepped inside. “Bianca,” she whispered, closing the door behind her, “you called me...”I looked up at her, voice trembling but determined. “I need your help, Martha. I’m leaving the mansion tonight.”Her eyes widened, instantly full of worry. “Leaving? Bianca, you can’t—”“I can,” I cut her off, my tone sharper than intended. “And I will. I can’t stay here and do nothing…”She hesitated, taking a slow step forward. “Ma’am, it Damein finds out—”“No,” I snapped, my tone laced with venom. “I don't care what he thinks or says, i want to leave the mansion and take care of something personal.”For a moment, silence filled the room again a

Bianca’s POVThe cab that drove me here was gone, and the silence returning. And then there was just me.Me, and the house.It stood at the end of 31 Rookey Street. It was the tallest building in the street, it's windows were cracked and the walls looked like they've completed faded. I stood there longer than I should have, my phone trembling in my hand. Then it vibrated in my hand. I pulled it to my face to read the message. It was from the unknown number:Come alone. Don’t tell anyone.Come alone? Don't tell anyone? The words felt so eeirly strange. I almost turned back. Almost.But curiosity drove me foward. And also the glimer of hope that I might finally be able to wreck Nathan for good. I walked slowly and carefully through the dark alley, the night air cool against my lungs. I reached the door, as it groaned when I pushed it open, the sound echoing through the hollow house. The smell hit of dust hit me. “Hello?” My voice was soft. “Is someone here?”My voice echoed t

Bianca’s POVThe knock came from nowhere, breaking the silence as well as my thoughts. I’d been sitting on my bed for hours, staring at the same spot on the wall, trying to quiet the noise in my head. “Come in,” I muttered, not bothering to move.The door opened, and Martha stepped in. She had a warm smile on her lips that didn't quite reach her eyes. I didn't bother asking why. “Damein wants to see you,” she said, her tone soft. “In the master bedroom.”My brows drew together. “Now?”She only gave a brief nod, then turned and left. The door shut softly behind her.I stared at it for a moment, unsure what to feel. Confusion? Worry? Or maybe even both… Damein never called for me this late. The last time we’d spoken was a couple of days ago, so why call me in now. My pulse quickened as I stood.The hall outside was silent, as I moved to his room. I walked slowly, my footsteps echoing faintly on the floor. When I reached the end of the hall, I saw his door slightly open. I hes

Bianca’s POVI slammed my fists down on Damien’s desk, anger radiating through me.“You said you’d handle it,” I hissed, my voice a blade.He didn’t flinch. Did he ever? Damien just leaned back in his chair, his expression unreadable as always. “I did,” he said, his words measured.I laughed bitterly, my tone raw, almost sarcastic. “You did? Then why is his name clear in print? Why are they calling it ‘inconclusive’ and moving on? You told me you’d bury him for good. So what the hell happened?”He folded his hands, watching me like I was some TV show. “There were… complications.”He exhaled slowly keeping his tone low. “Complications.” The word made my anger shoot up even more. “Complications?” I repeated, my tone sharper. “Do you know what that looks like from this side, Damien? It looks like you betrayed me. I kept my end of the contract, but you didn't.”His brows furrowed like words hit deeper than it should have.“Bianca,” he said quietly, “watch your tone.”No. Not today. N

Bianca’s POV“I’ll see to it that you burn in hell, Bianca… with or without Nathan’s help.”Her voice still echoed in my ears, even as I walked out of the hospital room.I blinked hard, forcing down the tears that were threatening to break loose.Even if I hated her and her guts since I saw her with Nathan in my past life, finding out that she was my cousin… my blood, a very small part of me hoped that it'll change things. How could someone hate another so deeply? How could she look at me with such loathing and still share the same blood as me?She knew we were cousins, she knew all this time, yet she smiled so coldly as she stole my life from me…? I pulled my coat tighter around my shoulders and kept walking, my heels clicking softly against the polished floor. Outside, the air was sharp and cool, as the sun slowly gave way for darkness. I stepped onto the hospital steps, lowering my head as I headed for the car parked by the curb.But before I could reach it, I heard a voice, it