All Chapters of Reborn To Break His Heart : Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

The office was in a storm. Phones rang constantly, emails poured in, and investors demanded immediate answers. Damian stood at the glass wall, arms crossed, watching the chaos unfold.But in the middle of the turmoil, there was Aria—calm, composed, and fierce. She was speaking on a video call, defending Damian’s company from a potential takeover attempt. Her voice was steady, persuasive, and sharp, cutting through the panic that gripped everyone else.“Let me be clear,” she said, leaning forward, eyes blazing at the camera, “Damian Cross’s company has consistently delivered results. Any claims to the contrary are not only false but malicious. I am presenting full transparency—audited reports, internal forecasts, and strategic plans. We are financially sound, and any attempt to undermine this company will fail.”Damian’s chest tightened as he watched her. The words weren’t just professional—they were personal. She wasn’t defending a company. She was defending him. And the fierceness in

The gala hall glittered under crystal chandeliers, the murmur of the city’s elite filling the space. Reporters snapped photos, cameras flashed, and whispers circulated like wildfire.Aria stood at the entrance, adjusting the soft folds of her evening gown, her heart racing. This was the night she had promised herself she wouldn’t hide anymore—not from the world, and certainly not from Damian.Damian appeared at her side, impeccably dressed in a tailored suit. His presence was magnetic, calm, and powerful. He offered his hand, and she took it without hesitation.“Are you ready?” he asked softly, thumb brushing over hers.Aria smiled, her confidence strengthened by his touch. “I’m ready. Let’s do this.”Hand in hand, they walked into the hall. A wave of whispers swept through the crowd almost immediately. Heads turned, phones lifted, and conversations faltered.“Is that…?” one woman whispered.“Aria Whitmore and Damian Cross… together?” another murmured.Damian’s jaw tightened slightly

Damian sat alone in his study, the city lights flickering softly outside the windows. The room was silent except for the faint hum of the air conditioner and the occasional scratch of his pen against paper. He had been thinking for hours, pacing earlier, now finally seated, hands clasped over his knees, eyes focused on nothing and everything at once.Aria’s words from the previous evening echoed in his mind: “Peace. And someone who stays.”He had spent months protecting his heart, controlling every emotion, every impulse. But that simple sentence had cracked open something he didn’t even realize was locked inside him: the desire to give her everything she wanted, everything she deserved.He picked up a notebook, flipping it open to a blank page. Words, ideas, plans, sketches—they all came and went, none feeling right. Everything seemed too grand, too flashy, too impersonal.“No,” he muttered softly. “It has to be meaningful. Personal. Something only she would understand. Something tha

Damian Cross’s office was quieter than usual. Too quiet. The kind of silence that made his gut tighten with unease. He had been reviewing the latest financial reports when his assistant, Mark, burst in, face pale, eyes wide.“Sir… you need to see this,” Mark said, handing him a folder.Damian frowned, taking it. The documents inside made his blood run cold. Contracts he had never signed, investments that never existed, and falsified financial transactions pointing directly to him.“Wait… this can’t be real,” Damian muttered, flipping through the papers. His mind raced. “These are… fabricated. Someone set me up. Someone wants me out—permanently.”Mark nodded grimly. “It looks bad, sir. Very bad. If this goes public, it could ruin you… and the company.”Damian slammed the folder on the desk, fists clenching. “They’re trying to destroy everything we’ve built. Everything.”Just then, the office door opened quietly, and Aria walked in, her expression calm but alert. “Damian… what’s happeni

The night was quiet, the city lights flickering like distant stars outside the floor-to-ceiling windows of Damian’s penthouse. Inside, the space was warm, intimate, softly lit by the glow of candles Aria had helped set up earlier that evening. A gentle jazz tune played in the background, filling the silence with comfort rather than noise.Damian stood near the window, gazing at the city below, hands clasped loosely in front of him. His suit was tailored, but tonight, it wasn’t the crisp lines or commanding presence that mattered—it was the weight in his chest, the vulnerability he had never allowed himself to feel.Aria entered quietly from the kitchen, holding a tray with two glasses of champagne. She smiled, soft and teasing. “You’ve been quiet all evening. Are you plotting some mysterious business move?”Damian shook his head, a faint smile tugging at his lips. “No… nothing like that. Just… thinking.” He gestured for her to sit beside him on the sofa. “Come, sit. Drink with me.”Ar