Todos os capítulos de Reborn To Break His Heart : Capítulo 71 - Capítulo 76

The first light of dawn streamed into the Blackwood Cross Holdings headquarters. The skyline was alive with possibility, and within the towering glass walls, a quiet hum of activity hinted at the new era about to begin. Aria Whitmore walked through the corridors, her heels clicking softly against the polished marble. For the first time, she was not just a visitor, not just a partner. She was CEO of her global brand, and now, co-owner of Blackwood Cross Holdings with Damian. The weight of responsibility was immense, but she carried it with grace and determination. Damian approached her from the executive office, holding two cups of coffee. His dark eyes softened as they fell on her. “Ready for the first day of the rest of our empire?” he asked, handing her a cup. Aria took it, smiling. “I’ve been ready my whole life for this. But now… it feels different. Real.” He leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed, his posture relaxed but his eyes sharp, focused only on her. He had been

The penthouse was quiet, the city below twinkling in the early evening light. Aria sat curled on the sofa, a soft blanket draped over her legs, hands resting lightly over her stomach. She had spent the day going through maternity plans, researching everything from nurseries to prenatal classes, yet her mind refused to quiet. Damian watched her from across the room, leaning against the doorway with a cup of tea in hand. The lights were low, the evening quiet in that way that came after a long day. Outside, the city moved on, but inside the apartment, everything felt slowed down. His gaze stayed on her, steady and thoughtful, carrying a tenderness that softened his usual sharp presence. This was not the man who commanded boardrooms or shut down opponents with a single look. This was a man watching the woman he loved, trying to understand what sat heavy in her silence. Aria sat curled on the couch, legs tucked beneath her, absentmindedly tracing the seam of a cushion. She hadn’t spoken

Three years had passed since that quiet, golden moment in the hospital when Aria held their daughter for the first time. Life had moved forward in ways neither of them could have imagined, and yet, everything had fallen into place perfectly. The sun was rising over the city skyline, casting a soft glow across the floor-to-ceiling windows of the Whitmore-Cross residence. Aria stood in the living room, her daughter perched on her hip, scrolling through designs on a tablet. “Mommy, look!” their little girl exclaimed, pointing at a bright dress on the screen. “I want to wear this one!” Aria smiled, brushing a strand of hair from her daughter’s face. “It’s beautiful, sweetie. But let’s pick one together. Mommy wants you to help design your own style.” Damian entered the room, coffee in hand, watching the interaction with quiet awe. He leaned against the doorway, smiling. “Looks like she’s taking after her mother already.” Aria laughed softly. “She has to, right? She’s part of my e