Semua Bab Reborn: The president Contracted Wife : Bab 61 - Bab 70

Damien’s POVFor a long moment, the silence stretched between us. The air between Bianca and me was tense, heavy with the unspoken. She stared at me from across the table, ready to face what name came from my lips. “It’s Elena,” I finally said, breaking the silence. “I think she’s behind it.”Bianca blinked, her brows pulling together. “That’s not possible,” she shot back. “She was in the hospital when the video launched.”“How do you know that?” I asked evenly.Her lips parted, but no sound came for a second.But then, she finally murmured, “Because I was there.”I didn’t move. Bianca was at the hospital? “Why?”Then, she took a slow deep breath. “Well, because I found out that… Elena… She's my cousin.”What….? Shock plastered on my face, but I pushed it in immediately, then I leaned back slowly, folding my arms. “Your cousin,” I repeated, as if tasting the word.“Yes, I found it a few days ago.. “ she answered. Then, after a beat, I exhaled and looked at her again. “Fine, I w

Bianca’s POV Martha’s knock came soft but insistent. “Miss Bianca,” her voice drifted through the door, polite and soft as she pushed it open. “Mr. Sinclair sends for you… in his room.” My heart faltered. Damien was back…? Since I heard about the shooting earlier, I wasn’t even expecting him here. Maybe that’s why he was here, and sending for me, to ease himself. For a long moment, I just sat there staring at the mirror across from me. A large part of me wanted to ignore the call and remain here as I schemed a plan to expose Elena and her partner while taking down Nathan permanently. But then another small part… the one that had grown far too accustomed to Damien’s presence and his touch and the way my body shamelessly responded to it… stirred up more. “I’ll go,” I finally whispered. Martha gave a small nod and retreated. The click of her heels faded down the corridor. I slowly stood up, straightened my robe, and walked out. When I reached Damien’s door, it was half-open an

Elena's POV “The sins of the fathers… never truly die.” The dim fluorescent light in my hostel room hummed faintly, flickering every few seconds. My ribs still ached from the bullet that grazed me, that afternoon when I had lunch with Damein. That taught me better, in as much as I was playing them, I couldn't afford to be stupid, it could cost me my life. I sat on the edge of my bed, my legs crossed against the other and my phone resting in my palm. For a moment I just stared at the blank screen, catching a reflection of myself. Then the screen lit up. A name appeared on it. “Mi Amor.” I pressed the call instantly. “Is it working?” a smooth voice asked from the other end came through. I smiled faintly, the kind of smile that could cut glass. “Yes. The rumors and the videos about Bianca have spread just as planned, honey.” My voice softened into a whisper, almost affectionate. “She doesn’t even know what hit her. And neither does her precious Damien." The

Bianca’s POV The black card sat in my palm, as I helplessly fixed my gaze on it. This card could change everything for me.. All the millions and millions in it… it was all mine. I slowly traced my finger along the card, still a little shocked it was mine. My father. Even in his death, he was always three steps ahead… always planning, always leaving something behind in case the world decided to turn on his little girl. A tear threatened to slip down my eye but I held it in. With this card, I didn’t need anyone. Not Damien. Not his psycho half brother Vander, maybe not even luck. I could end Nathan myself. I could expose Elena and whoever her partner is and make her crawl back into whatever hole she came from. I could finally get justice for my father. I stood up at once, pacing the edge of my bed. It was crazy how something so small could make you feel like a god. I could walk out that door right now. Book a flight… and dissappear from here in a bl

Damien’s POVThe night was young and fresh, as the moon hung low in the sky. I stood just by the fireplace, as the soft crackle of fire filled the quiet, the faint smoke traces filling the air. I’d set the fireplace a couple of hours ago, filling the room with warmth, much needed toJust then, I heard her footsteps creaked on the porch.Bianca. She was finally back.. She hesitated before the door for just a second, then she finally pushed the door open. “Look who finally decided to come back.” I turned to her, my tone neutral. “What’s for dinner?” she asked, her voice casual. I smirked, not looking up immediately. “You hungry… I can see that.”Her eyes narrowed. “That’s not an answer.”I rose from the couch, crossing to the side where two long fishing poles rested against the wall. Her brows furrowed instantly. “What is that?”“Dinner,” I said, handing one over. “Time for fishing.”She blinked, genuinely startled. “Fishing? You can’t be serious.”“I never joke about food.” I gra