All Chapters of Reborn To Break His Heart : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

The words She had been reborn echoed in Aria’s head long after Mia dragged her out of the apartment.The city was busy all around them as they manoeuvred through morning traffic. Aria barely heard Mia’s talk about the job interview.They were headed to the Whitmore Corporation headquarters. Her family’s company. Back then, she hadn’t realised how close the company was to collapsing. She’d been too wrapped up in her infatuation with Ethan Blackwood.But now? Now she knew exactly how the story would end, unless she rewrote it.She inhaled sharply, pressing a hand to her chest as the weight of the second chance settled in her bones.Focus, Aria. You know what happens. You know what’s coming. This time, you’ll be the one in control.As they entered the lobby, Aria’s gaze swept the marble floors, the sharp-suited executives, and the receptionist who would soon be laid off if she didn’t intervene. In her past life, the Whitmore Corporation had gone bankrupt within two years, leaving her fa

Ethan couldn’t stop thinking about what he overheard."I don’t love him. I never will."The words lingered in his mind, wrapping around his thoughts like barbed wire. He told himself it didn’t matter; it was a business arrangement. They had rules and boundaries.But why did it bother him so much?He needed to break through that wall she had built; he needed the Aria he used to know. So, he made a plan.When Ethan invited her to the Blackwood Industries business dinner, Aria was hardly surprised.“You will be attending as my wife,” he said, leaning against the kitchen counter as she stirred her tea. “It’s good for appearances.”She barely spared him a glance. “Of course. I will play my role.”His lips curled into a half-smile. “And maybe tonight, we can.”“Save it, Ethan.” She set her cup down gently but with finality. “I am not here to make memories with you. I am here to build mine.”He raised a brow. “That sounds dangerous, like you’re planning something without me.”She put on her

Aria sat across the boardroom table, poised in an emerald green suit that accentuated her commanding presence. Her hazel eyes flashed briefly over the paperwork in front of her as the executives of Livia Cosmetics, one of the most coveted up-and-coming beauty brands, whispered among themselves in quiet marvel. She was making waves, and everyone in the industry knew it.Just not Ethan, not yet.This was the third deal she had closed in two months quietly, efficiently, and with an elegance that belied the storm brewing underneath her skin. The Aria Whitmore from the past life would’ve called Ethan afterward, giddy with pride, seeking his praise. But now, the very thought made her sick.“Congratulations, Ms Whitmore,” said the CEO of Livia Cosmetics as they shook hands. “With your investment, we believe our global expansion will be smoother.”“Only if you deliver,” Aria said, her voice smooth and cold. “I don’t invest in empty promises.”As she walked out, Ryan joined her at the elevato

The morning sun streamed through the Whitmore Industries boardroom windows, spilling golden light across Aria’s polished desk. Her assistant scrolled nervously through her tablet, reading the latest headlines aloud.“Blackwood Corp. Faces Investor Backlash After Zurich Loss.”“Selena Hart Spotted Leaving Ethan Blackwood’s Office. Trouble Brewing?”“Aria Whitmore: From Trophy Wife to Titan of Industry.”“Should I prepare a statement, ma’am?” the assistant cautiously asked.Aria calmly sipped her espresso. “No, let them talk.”The girl hesitated. “Some of these… They’re insinuating you stole clients out of spite.”A faint smile touched Aria’s lips. “Then they are half right. I took them. The motive is irrelevant.”Ryan pushed the door open without knocking, walking in like he owned the place. He dropped a glossy magazine on the desk, its headline screaming in bold letters.“Selena’s PR team is on fire,” he said, his tone laced with annoyance. “She’s shoving stories into every gossip bl

Aria’s office buzzed with desperate phone calls. Her PR voice crackled through the speaker. “Damage control is already in motion, Ms Whitmore. But this scandal, if it spreads further, sponsors will pull out.” Aria kept her tone level, though her grip on the desk tightened. “Neutral statements only, no confirmations, no denials until we have evidence. And push positive press in parallel. I won’t have them painting me into a corner.” “Yes, ma’am.” She hung up, exhaling slowly. But the knot in her stomach refused to ease. This attack was not random; it was calculated. Someone wanted her empire to bleed. Across town, in the sleek tower of Blackwood Global, Ethan stood before his floor-to-ceiling windows, jaw tightened as he scrolled through the same headlines. “Kill it,” he ordered. His assistant blinked. “Sir?” “Every article, every headline. I don’t care if you have to call in every favour we have ever banked; bury it.” “Mr Blackwood, with due respect, this is not our fight. Why