All Chapters of Reborn to be a dangerous billionaire’s wife : Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

LioraDinner was unfolding exactly the way I hoped it would. Warm, lively, and full of laughter. My family looked happy, and that made the entire evening feel perfect.Except… Damien wasn’t himself.He smiled when spoken to and played the perfect host, but the usual spark in his eyes was missing. I asked him if something was wrong, and he brushed it off as work stress. Still, I could sense the heaviness clinging to him.While we ate, Grandfather and Helena drifted into stories about my childhood, silly little, and embarrassing things. My dramatic tantrum when someone broke my favorite doll, the time I insisted I would run away but only made it to the garden. Damien leaned forward with genuine interest. He listened. He laughed. He held my hand under the table, grounding himself with me. Yet the tension in his shoulders never left.Maybe he was thinking about his parents again. Sometimes certain topics or silences stirred memories he wasn’t ready to voice. I didn’t push. I believed and

KatePeople look at New York and see opportunity. I look at it and see a throne.A throne I should’ve been sitting on years ago.My life was never meant to be small, nor was it meant for survival, scraping, or bowing to anyone. Since the day I escaped that filthy mafia king who kept me like a cursed ornament, I promised myself one thing.I will rise so high that even my ghosts will kneel.The night I slipped into New York bloody, barefoot, and terrified, was the night fate handed me a new identity. It came in the form of Frederick Sinclair… a gentle man with soft eyes and too much pity. He found me trembling in an alley and carried me into a world that was never mine.A world I intended to take.He married me off to his disabled son. An arrangement he thought was charity.He didn’t know he was handing me my first gateway to power.His late wife had been the true wealth in the family. She died in a fire at her furniture company, her fortune falling neatly into place for her only child.

Liora The night felt soft around my shoulders warm lights, clean plates, and laughter lingering in the air like perfume. My staff deserved this dinner—every one of them.They had carried me through months of long nights, chaotic launch seasons, and creators who changed their minds every five seconds. Yet they never complained. They delivered excellence each time, and I owed them a night where they could breathe and feel celebrated.I watched them from across the long table, their heads thrown back, talking over one another, their cheeks lifted in joy, and something inside me melted. Pride, maybe. Gratitude. A quiet triumph.When you build something with your own hands, the victories feel personal. Sacred. My name wasn’t just on the door; my sweat was in the walls.And tonight, victory sat with me like a dear friend.We had just wrapped up a successful tasting of the new line of organic facial oils when my mind drifted, just a small stolen second to everything life had thrown at me. E

EthanMy phone vibrated again, same unknown number.The same sickening feeling is twisting in my gut.I already knew what the message would say even before I unlocked the screen.“Ethan, pay your debt or we'll come for you. You know what happens to people who waste our time.”My stomach dropped.Another message followed immediately.“24 hours left. We don’t repeat ourselves.”A cold shiver ran down my spine. My fingers trembled around the phone. It felt like someone was squeezing my throat from the inside.Dawn… What have you dragged me into?I tossed the phone on the couch, stood up, and dragged both hands through my hair. My chest felt tight and I could barely breathe. I paced the living room, my father's living room, which still carried his scent, his memories, and his hopes for me.And slowly, everything was slipping away.My voice cracked as I muttered to myself,“Dawn… why? Why would you do this to us, or maybe to me?” Because she doesn’t care.The phone vibrated again.This tim

KateThe glass doors of the caregiver center slide shut behind me with a cold hiss, like the place is exhaling in relief that I’m gone.My heels click sharply against the pavement as I walk toward my car, but my mind is too clouded to hear anything clearly. Even the sunlight feels intrusive, bright, and exposing like it’s illuminating every crack in my life.I unlock my car with trembling fingers. The door swings open, and the moment I settle into the driver’s seat, the weight of humiliation drops on me like a stone.I grip the steering wheel.Once.Twice.A third time, harder trying to steady my spiraling thoughts.Then I let out a breath that sounds nothing like me. Fragile. Defeated. Angry.I reach for my phone.Dawn picks up on the second ring, her voice light, careless like she’s lounging somewhere with a smoothie and a shopping bag beside her.“Mom?”I press my fingers into my forehead.“I just walked out of the caregiver center,” I say, my voice low and vibrating under the weig