Lahat ng Kabanata ng REBORN : MR CEO'S ADDICTION : Kabanata 31 - Kabanata 40

Author's PovMR. HARPER’S OFFICE The warm afternoon sunlight spills gently through the tall windows of Mr. Harper’s office, casting long shadows on the carpet. Madison sits gracefully across from her father, her expression calm but purposeful.Mr. Harper’s brows shoot up as he processes her words. "Are you saying that Sophia and Lucas—your husband’s brother,are dating?" he exclaims, his voice tinged with disbelief.Madison nods, her tone soft, careful. "He brought her to my in-laws during dinner. It caused a huge fuss." Her eyes lower briefly. "I wasn’t sure if I should tell you, but… I don’t think Lucas is a good guy. I’d like you to talk to Sophia, dad. Just in case."Mr. Harper watches her in thoughtful silence, then gives a slow nod. "Thanks for your concern. You’ve grown up a lot since you got married." A small smile tugs at his lips. "I’ve gotten old too."Madison smiles, her voice gently chiding. "Don’t say that in front of your dad. You’ll always be my little girl."A m

Author's Pov RICHARD’S HOUSE – EVENING The warm shade of the setting sun bathed the sleek exterior of Richard’s modern home in gold, casting long shadows across the porch. William stood at the front door, shifting from foot to foot, tension etched into every line of his face. His eyes darted around nervously, and he leaned in slightly to press his ear against the door.electronic, password-protected, and cold as steel.No sound.He muttered a curse under his breath and took a step back. Just then, the lock clicked from the inside.Startled, William barely had time to duck behind the wall as the door opened. Madison stepped out in a sleek outfit, heels tapping softly against the tile. She looked down with a sigh, realizing the strap on one heel had come undone. Carefully, she bent to fasten it, giving William just enough time to slip through the partially opened door without being noticed and press himself silently against the interior wall, heart hammering in his chest.Madison, una

Author's Pov Evening — The Benjamin MansionThe air was crisp as Madison and Richard walked hand-in-hand through the grand, familiar gates of the Benjamin estate. The couple carried light gift bags of bottles of wine, flowers, and homemade pastries from Madison. Laughter danced on their lips, their steps in sync as they made their way into the house since they were invited for dinner.But as they stepped into the lavish living room, the atmosphere hit them like a wall. The air was thick with tension. Every family member was seated, their faces stiff and unwelcoming. Lucas sat beside Sophia, arms crossed, his expression smug. Mr. and Mrs. Benjamin were both tight-lipped, and Grandma sat silently, her cane resting beside her.Madison’s smile faltered. Richard’s brows drew together.“I’m surprised to see everyone here,” Richard said, tone casual but alert. “I thought it was just going to be us two.”“It was an emergency,” Lucas replied smoothly. “So we had no choice.”“An emergency?” Ri

Author's Pov Richard’s Office – Tension RisingThe office buzzed faintly with the sound of keyboards and distant chatter, but inside Richard’s private suite, silence reigned,except for the endless dial tone ringing from the speakerphone.Greg hovered nearby, phone pressed to his ear, waiting. Then the call cut off again.“She still isn’t picking up,” Greg said, worry in his voice. “What do we do now? We need her to confirm that she isn’t…”“She doesn’t need to confirm anything,” Richard said, cutting him off sharply. His voice was low but firm, his eyes focused, unwavering. “It’s all fake.”Greg blinked, surprised. “You’re sure?”Richard nodded. “One blurry photo and a bunch of keyboard warriors don’t change who she is. I know Madison. And I trust her.”Madam Clara’s Cooking Studio – Boiling PointInside the bustling kitchen of Madam Clara’s cooking class, clatters of pots and soft murmurs of concentration filled the air. Amid the activity, a stifling tension clung around Madison an

Author’s POVThe afternoon sunlight filtered gently through the dining room’s large windows as Mr. Benjamin, humming cheerfully, arranged silverware with an extra flair. The table was dressed like it was welcoming a village feast,sprawling, overdone, and almost theatrical in its hopeful energy.From behind him, Mrs. Jane peeked in silently. Her eyes swept across the colorful dishes and the perfectly folded napkins before narrowing at her husband’s back. She cleared her throat deliberately, and Mr. Benjamin jolted, nearly dropping a plate."Jane! You scared me," he exclaimed, pressing a hand to his chest.“Honey, did something exciting happen?” she asked, arching an eyebrow.“Why?”“You look like you’re throwing a party for a whole village,” she said flatly. “I don’t think we’re in the mood for a party now.”“Come on,” he said, smiling. “Who cares? We’re family, after all. This will help them make up.”Jane scoffed, crossing her arms. “Like that’s ever worked. It only makes it wors