All Chapters of REBORN : MR CEO'S ADDICTION : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Madison's POV The meeting is finally done and dusted, and now we’re looking ahead to planning the wedding. It still feels surreal how fast everything is moving, how my life is no longer dictated by others but is now in my own hands. Well, partially mine and partially Richard’s. I’m currently at my parents’ house. I know I shouldn’t be here,not after everything,but after the meeting last night went surprisingly well, I felt the need to paint. It’s how I process things, how I breathe. But as I began looking through my supplies, I realized I had left a few of my favorite brushes and oils behind when I moved out.So I came back. The house was empty when I arrived, which made it easier. No awkward stares, no passive-aggressive remarks, no Sophia. I let myself in and headed straight for my old room.The second I opened the door, I was hit by a wave of memories.some nostalgic, but mostly painful. The walls still wore the dull beige paint from years ago, the bed still neatly made, u

Madison's POV I am on my way to meet Richard's brother, Lucas. He had called earlier, his voice smooth yet commanding as he gave me the address of a restaurant. I had hesitated, unsure of his intentions, but curiosity got the better of me. The place he chose wasn't ordinary. It was a ship converted into a restaurant, docked beside the bay and gently swaying with the waves. The glistening water under the dim lights, the wooden architecture of the ship, and the occasional sound of seagulls gave the entire place a haunting beauty.As I stepped inside, my eyes scanned the room. There weren’t many people dining, just a few couples and a family in the corner. I looked around, searching for the man who had invited me here, but Lucas was nowhere to be found. He had said he'd be there before me, that I would see him immediately upon entering. But he wasn't. My heels clicked against the wooden floor as I walked around the main deck and down into the restaurant's lower level. Still, no sign

Author's POVAt the cozy corner of a quiet, elegant cafe, Madison sat across from Grandma Benjamin. The scent of chamomile tea lingered in the air as both women drank in silence for a while. The tension was light, yet expectant. Finally, Grandma set down her teacup and fixed her eyes on Madison."No one knows you're here today, right?""Yes, ma'am. I didn’t tell anyone," Madison replied."Good. I asked you to meet me because there's something important I need your opinion on.""Of course. What is it?""Your father, Raymond Harper, came to me recently. He wants me to pull some strings to help him gain permission to acquire the Savings Bank. The newly appointed governor of the Financial Supervisory Service is someone I know very well. He grew up under the sponsorship of the Big Person Foundation. So... in this situation, what do you suggest I do? This could affect your wedding, which is why your opinion matters."Madison froze. Her heart sank. Her father was already using her engagement

Author's Pov The golden hue of the setting sun poured into the room, casting long shadows on the polished hardwood floor. The air smelled faintly of paint,an oddly comforting scent to Madison. The silence was calming, the only sound being the soft strokes of her paintbrush gliding across the canvas. She stood in front of her easel, dressed in a loose white shirt streaked with smudges of color, her hands stained with blue and sienna tones.She was working on a art piece for days.Her brush paused mid-stroke.A phrase bubbled up from her memory, jarring and unwelcome.“I don't need to put a curse on you,you are already cursed.”William’s voice. Soft, persuasive. Poisonous.Madison’s chest tightened. She swallowed hard, blinking rapidly at the image on the canvas, but suddenly it blurred. Her hands trembled slightly.“I hope you find joy.but somehow I doubt you will.”She set the brush down gently, like it might break if she let it fall too quickly. Her shoulders sagged. The painting se

Author's Pov Wedding Day – The Bridal RoomThe grand hall of the Benjamin estate was alive with celebration. Warm light filtered through the high stained-glass windows, casting gold and crimson hues across the elegant venue. The sound of music floated softly in the background as elegantly dressed guests arrived, welcomed by Richard’s family;his parents, his grandmother, even Ava, who smiled graciously at everyone.Everyone including Lucas.On the bride’s side, there was only one person.Madison’s stepmother, Mrs. Harper,standing stiffly in the receiving line, looking every bit like she didn’t want to be there.Meanwhile, tucked away in a beautifully decorated bridal room, Madison sat quietly in front of a mirror. The soft layers of her wedding gown spilled around her like clouds, and her hair was arranged perfectly, a delicate tiara resting atop her head. But her eyes were distant, full of nerves and a flicker of sadness.Her makeup artist finished with a soft dusting of powder and q