All Chapters of Reborn to be a dangerous billionaire’s wife : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

LioraI was just about to step into the car when I saw him, Damien. Towering, composed, his guard trailing slightly behind him.God. That man really was something. The way he walked, like the world, adjusted its pace to match his. sharp presence, that cool confidence in his stride. Everything Ethan tried so hard to fake but never could.And speaking of clowns… I could still hear Ethan yelling behind me, running his mouth like a man auditioning for attention. He belonged right where I left him, stuck in the past.My eyes were already locked on Damien. I tilted my head, lips curling slightly.“Missing me already, dear husband?” I teased, my voice low and playful, just loud enough for him to hear.Damien’s eyes softened at the sight of me, though his expression stayed sharp. “I’m here to take you home, kitten,” he said, voice smooth like velvet but edged with steel. “I’m starting to think I should follow you everywhere. These people clearly need a reminder, you’re Mrs. Grayson now. And t

Damien She sat across from me, glowing in candlelight kissing the edges of her skin. Soft, golden, almost unreal. Liora’s fingers traced the rim of her wine glass slowly, absently.Her eyes scanned the space. Soft lighting, low music, private ambiance and every few seconds, they’d flick back to me, as if trying to decode me like I was a complicated book she wasn’t sure she wanted to keep reading.She finally spoke, her voice low and curious.“You don’t strike me as the romantic type.”I tilted my head, letting the corner of my mouth tug into something amused but unreadable.“I’m not.”Her brows lifted, a half-laugh caught in her throat. She raised her hand and gestured toward everything. The private venue, the soft spoken waiter, the floral arrangements, the wine perfectly paired.“So what would you call this?”I leaned back slightly in my chair, eyes never leaving hers. The candlelight danced over her cheekbones, casting shadows in all the right places. She didn’t even realize how b

Liora The ride home felt like a scene from a movie.Damien had offered to drive, letting Drake trail behind us. And the moment we got in, he played Beyoncé’s Drunk in Love. How did he know?.I sang along, loud and off key, laughing at how serious he looked while pretending not to enjoy it. But I could see it behind his deadpan expression, he was listening. Watching me. Studying me like I was some rare piece of art.It was perfect.Until it wasn’t.Just as we pulled into the driveway, we both lingered. Neither of us moved. I could feel something hanging in the air, something soft. slow. dangerous. When he opened my door and I stepped out, our bodies brushed. He didn’t move away. I didn’t either.And then he leaned in.He was going to kiss me. I was going to let him.But of course… drama had to show up right on cue.“Darling! you’re home.”A woman’s voice cut through the air like a knife.We both froze.I blinked.At the door stood a woman with blood red lipstick, sultry eyeshadow, and

Liora I catch my reflection in the mirror not to check my makeup, but to look at the woman staring back at me.She isn't the same girl from a few years ago.I'd been nothing more than an ordinary girl easy to overlook, easier to control. My stepmother measured my worth by how quietly I obeyed. Ethan measured it by how I worshipped him faithfully,Now, I was filling my days with power, with luxury. With a dangerous, impossibly sexy, good looking billionaire who could strip a room and my composure with a single look.And speaking of sexy.Damien’s image burned in my mind, uninvited. The sharp lines of his abs, the dark glint in his eyes, the way the steam in his shower had wrapped around him like a secret only I was allowed to see.I’d just turned off the shower when the glass door slid open without warning.And there he wasMy breath snagged in my throat. I didn’t even flinch.Water still dripped down my collarbone, running in slow rivulets between my breasts. His gaze followed every

LioraA soft knock tapped against my office door, breaking the quiet hum of my thoughts.I looked up from the stack of resumes, pen still poised in my hand.“Come in,” I said, leaning back in my chair.The door eased open and Diana stepped inside, her posture neat but her smile brimming with the kind of satisfaction that comes from a job well done.Mrs. Grayson,” she began, her tone even but carrying a hint of excitement. “Now that we’ve wrapped up the interviews, and you’ve chosen the staff member you’re happy with” She paused, studying my reaction, as if deciding whether to keep going.I leaned back slightly, folding my hands in my lap. “Go on.”“Her hands clasped lightly in front of her, but her eyes gleamed. “I went ahead and found someone who can handle our online presence. That way, by the time we officially open, our social media will already be active across every platform.”A small smile pulled at the corner of my lips.Efficient. Thoughtful. Always two steps ahead.It’s exa