บททั้งหมดของ Reborn To Break His Heart : บทที่ 51 - บทที่ 60

They didn’t go back to the hotel right away.After the meeting, Damian had suggested a walk. Not formal. Not planned. Just a quiet sentence spoken as they were leaving the building.“Let’s not rush back,” he’d said.Aria had nodded, a little too quickly.Now they walked through the narrow Milan street, side by side but not touching. The evening air was cool, brushing against her bare arms, calming and unsettling at the same time. The city glowed softly around them—golden lights, murmured conversations, the hum of life continuing as if nothing inside her chest felt unsteady.Neither of them spoke for a while.The silence wasn’t awkward. It was loaded.“You were quiet in there,” Aria said at last, glancing at him. “That’s unusual for you.”Damian’s hands were tucked into his coat pockets. “I was listening.”“That’s even more unusual.”A corner of his mouth lifted. “You make people do strange things.”She scoffed lightly. “I doubt that.”He stopped walking.Aria took two more steps befor

Aria was halfway through her coffee when the chair opposite her scraped lightly against the floor.She didn’t look up immediately. Somehow, she already knew.“Can I sit?”Her fingers paused around the cup. That voice—calm, steady, too familiar.She slowly lifted her head.Marcus stood there.Her chest tightened.He looked exactly how she remembered him—well put together, clean suit, controlled posture. But his eyes were different. There was no teasing glint, no polite distance. Just focus.Pure and heavy.“If you’re here to talk about work,” Aria said, “you should’ve booked a meeting.”Marcus pulled out the chair anyway. “This isn’t that kind of conversation.”She hesitated, then nodded once. “Fine. Sit.”He sat across from her and folded his hands together.For a moment, neither of them spoke.“You still take your coffee the same way,” Marcus said finally.Aria let out a short laugh. “Don’t start.”“I’m not,” he replied. “I just noticed.”She looked at him properly now. “What do you

The office didn’t feel like an office anymore.It felt like a pause.Like the world had stopped somewhere outside the walls and decided to wait for them.Damian remained by his desk. Aria stayed where she was, her bag still hanging loosely from her shoulder. Neither seemed in a hurry to move.“You don’t have to go,” Damian repeated, softer this time.“I know,” Aria said. “I’m not rushing.”He nodded once. “Good.”Another silence.She shifted her weight. “Why does it feel louder when we stop talking?”“Because we’re finally listening,” Damian replied.She glanced at him. “You always talk like that?”“Only when I’m nervous,” he admitted.“That often?” she teased lightly.“All the time with you,” he said.That made her smile, small and careful.“I didn’t expect this to feel so… serious,” she said.“You chose me,” he replied. “That changes things.”“I didn’t say forever,” she murmured.“I didn’t hear it either,” Damian said gently.She laughed under her breath. “You’re dangerous.”“I’ve b

The boardroom was fuller than Aria expected.That alone told her everything.She slowed her steps slightly as she entered, eyes moving over the faces. Senior partners she had only seen in annual photos. Executives who never attended preliminary meetings. Assistants lining the walls with tablets pressed to their chests.This wasn’t routine.Damian leaned closer to her. “They are nervous.”She kept her expression calm. “Good.”They took their seats at the head of the table. The air felt tight, heavy with expectation.Mr. Halvorsen cleared his throat. “Ms. Whitmore. Mr. Cross. Thank you for coming.”“Of course,” Damian replied evenly. “Let’s get to it.”Halvorsen nodded. “Your acquisition proposal has raised concerns.”Aria leaned forward slightly. “Concerns usually mean disruption.”A man to the right scoffed. “Or poor judgment.”Aria turned toward him. “Only if you ignore the data.”Damian didn’t cut in. He didn’t rescue her. He simply watched, trusting her to handle it.The man shifte

The city skyline sparkled as the sun dipped below the horizon, and Aria Whitmore adjusted the final dress on the runway model. Every seam, every stitch, every fabric choice had been meticulously scrutinized over the past six months. This was not just a fashion show—it was the global launch of her empire.Her assistant, Clara, hurried up to her side. “Aria, the VIPs are arriving. The front row is almost full. International buyers, journalists… it’s packed.”Aria nodded, taking a deep breath. “Good. That’s exactly how it should be.”Clara hesitated, glancing at her. “Are you nervous?”“Nervous?” Aria laughed softly. “No. Excited. Focused. This is my moment.”Clara smiled. “You’ve worked so hard. Everyone knows it.”“Not everyone,” Aria murmured. She turned toward the runway, where models adjusted their hair and gowns. Her eyes swept over the stage, imagining every light, every camera angle.Damian, unbeknownst to her, stood at the back of the venue. Dressed simply in black, blending int