Todos os capítulos de Reborn: The president Contracted Wife : Capítulo 71 - Capítulo 80

Bianca’s POVOne bed?! A short silence passed before Damien muttered, “That’ll do,” his tone flat and firm. “The police won’t check here.”I tried to sound composed, but my voice betrayed me. “One bed?”He dropped his duffel bag on the floor and exhaled slowly. “It’s not like we have a choice, Bianca.”“... Fine. You take the bed. I’ll sleep on the floor if you’re uncomfortable.”I hesitated, glancing at the thin carpet set on the floor, it was hardly suitable for someone like him to sleep on. “No, it’s okay,” I said quietly. “We’ve both had worse nights.”He looked at me for a moment, his eyes a little soft, just a little. Then, with a faint nod, he turned toward the small bathroom tucked at the far end of the room.“I’ll take a shower first,” he said.Before I could think or pull my eyes away from him, he grabbed the hem of his shirt and pulled it over his head.I froze, my breath caught in my throat. I hadn’t expected that.His physique was incredible, thus being the first time

Bianca’s POVThe house was quiet, the silence stirring up old memories I didn't want to remember.I stood in the middle of the hallway, taking in the sight of each room. I hadn't seen this mansion like this, not since a few days before he died. My heels clicked softly as I walked further into the mansion. My gaze fell on the long wall of photographs. I stopped.There I was, younger, smiling beside my father in one frame after another.One was our summer picnics, my school award night and one with us on the old yacht he used to love.I'd give anything in this world just for a day in that life. “Dad,” I whispered, my voice cracking softly, “what would you do if you were here?”I sighed turning away as I moved along the hallway, until I reached the door of his old office. I hesitated for a second before pushing it open. This was were I found the letter about my connection to Elena, maybe there were more secrets here. Now catching a more clear sight, his office was exactly how I re

Damien povThe ride back to the mansion was long, heavy with silence. It was just me and my thoughts. Thoughts on how I was going to clear Bianca’s name. When I pulled up to my estate, I immediately noticed it. Two black-and-white cars parked outside the gates. And there they were at my dinner, seated either side of Martha, who looked like she was about to go mad. Just perfect! The vultures had already landed.I stepped out, shutting the car door behind me, as I marched to my mansion. When I entered the dining room, the first officer looked up, his narrowing slightly as though he hadn’t expected me to be here already.His partner stood near the table, with a book and pen scribbling notes.“Mr. Sinclair?” he said. “Nice of you to join us.” His tone was clipped. “We’re here to—”“Leave,” I said flatly.The room went quiet as they were complety stunned by my response. Even Martha was.. “Sir, we have a warrant,” he continued, straightening. “Given your recent association with Bia

The world felt like it stopped spinning the moment those words fell from the officer’s mouth. “You’re under arrest.” My lungs forgot how to work. The cold air that drifted through the night seeped into my bones as if the words themselves had frozen me solid. I didn’t even blink. I just stood there, caught between the back door of Calloway Banks and the flashing red lights of the police car parked in front of me. I didn’t even notice the door behind me creak open until Esther’s familiar voice broke through the pounding in my head. “Officers, can I have a word?” Both officers turned at the sound of her voice. Esther stepped foward in front of me. Her eyes were sharp and commanding, and they met mine for a fleeting second before turning to the officers. The taller of the two officers stepped forward. “Ma’am, please stay out of this. This woman is wanted for—” “I know exactly who she is,” Esther interrupted smoothly, her voice steady as ever. “And I know exactly who

Bianca POVThe air in the office was still. The silence felt different than it did a few hours earlier. This was the kind of silence that came after chaos. Esther turned from the computer, her eyes glassy but steady. Then after viewing the video for herself, she unplugged the flash drive from the laptop. She didn’t need to say anything. I already knew. Everything was there, from Nathan’s confession, Esther’s questions, every single detail needed. I rose from my chair, walking toward her slowly.“It’s all in there,” I said quietly. My voice was calm.“Take it up to the news outlets. Send it to every major network. Once it goes live, Nathan Hayes is done.”Esther nodded once, her throat tightening as she pocketed the drive.“And you?” she asked softly.I smiled faintly, though it was a plastic one and even Esther spotted. “Me?” I exhaled. “Well, after this, then I'm finally off the hook.”Before she could answer, a sudden scream of sirens split through the air echoing through th