Todos los capítulos de Reborn: A Devil’s Deal to Ruin My Ex-Husband: Capítulo 61 - Capítulo 70

Mason stood before the window, his reflection faint in the glass as the city lights blinked back at him like indifferent stars. His shirt hung halfway off his shoulder, belt forgotten on the floor, his chest still heaving lightly—not from pleasure, but from the madness that had just emptied itself into the wrong woman. Behind him is Priscilia, pulling her blouse over her shoulders, adjusting it in silence. She looked satisfied, but only in the way someone would after surviving a storm, not basking in it. She didn’t speak. She didn’t have to. Because when she reached for her heels, Mason finally turned, voice cool and flat. “Was it good enough for a promotion?” Priscilia paused and smirked a little. Guess he understood her reason for coming over. “Depends. Are you going to remember it tomorrow, or pretend it didn’t happen?” He gave a quiet snort. “Did it happen?” “That’s up to you, Mason. More might be on the way, if you’re willing to acknowledge this.” She said and clicked

Eloise blinked as Laera's face glowed out of her phone screen. She smiled as the FaceTime call finally connected. “ Elly,” her voice cooed out, her face filling the screen, “ How are you feeling?” “ Hi Laera, I'm feeling better, thanks,” “ Visited you yesterday, but you were fast asleep, I feel so glad and relieved that nothing happened.” Eloise’s pulse quickened when she said she came around the previous day, “ Antonio didn't mention that you came around,” “ Might have skipped his mind,” “ Oh, thanks for coming, really,” “ I'm glad you didn't come to work today, you need to take enough rest and don't worry about your work, Oliver made Mary do everything and she deserves that.” Eloise smiled, “ I don't think it's her fault though,” “ Oh please, that bitch set you up, Antonio never instructed her to give you any files,” “ Eh? What…,” Eloise furrowed her brow, lost for words, “ So she was just bossing me around?” “ Well, this will be the last time she'll pull a crazy stunt li

| Later that night —Antonio’s Penthouse |Eloise was curled up on the couch when she heard the door open. Her heart skipped a beat upon hearing the sound. She'd been patiently waiting for his return, and the moment he walked in, she jumped to her feet.She stood, expecting the usual smug, composed Antonio. But something was different tonight.His shirt was dark. His hands were bare. His knuckles were red like he'd spent his night punching something.Her pulse quickened.“ Hey,” he muttered as he walked past her.Then it hit her nose —a faint iron-heavy smell. Raw, sharp, unmistakable.Blood.She swirled back towards him,“ Where have you been?” She asked, her heart racing in hope she was wrong.Without turning back, he headed towards the bar, answering “ taking care of some business.”She blinked, her throat felt dry, and her steps felt heavy as she stepped closer to him. She hid her trembling hands by clenching her fist and masking her expression.“Why do you smell like—”“Paint?” he

“ Ah,” Eloise yelped as she sprang up from her nightmare. Her knees immediately pulled up to her chest as she clutched her arms around her knees, burying her head against her knees. Panting, drenched in sweat, tears pooling out of her eyes. Eloise sobbed silently. The nightmare wasn't over. It’s getting more terrifying, a ticking reminder of her pain, of the desperation for death that washed over her, her pounding heart against her chest, the cold that washes down her veins when she was slapped with the truth. No matter how many weeks had passed, she could never live past those feelings. Like they've become a permanent scar on her chest, igniting the hatred over and over again. Her mind drifted back to Antonio, and her heart sank at the evil thought that crossed her mind. ‘ Killing Mason' Her face dropped in guilt, anger, and hatred. She'd judge him for being a murderer, thought of running away from him, see him as a beast, a devil, and even a monster for killing a man. And yet

Eloise’s breath hitched. Not because she was afraid of him, but because she wasn’t. Then he stepped away, and she let out a long exhale only to realize she's been holding her breath. All she wanted was to tease him back, make him squirm like he always made her, but she'd failed. Woefully. Instead, he’d teased her. Again. And worse, with that stupid smirk. She gritted her teeth, forcing her fluttering lashes to still. “Screaming, my foot! You're so annoying, I’ll just stick to my Antonio!” she snapped, eyes flashing as she stormed away. …My Antonio. It stuck. His lips curled into a slow, wicked smile as he licked them, savoring it. She had no idea what she’d just said. How innocent she is that she doesn't even realize what he meant, how she shivered when he whispered close to her ear, and above all. Calling him, ‘ Her Antonio' Ohh…she has no idea what she just unraveled. ******* Now that she's divorced, what's next? What's the next plan? She should be getting…. [ His whi