All Chapters of Reborn to be a dangerous billionaire’s wife : Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Liora People like Dawn and her mother never moved without a purpose they circled, studied, then struck.Ethan probably gave her the address. The thought tasted bitter on my tongue. It felt too precise, like a move he’d been saving for the right moment.What I couldn’t wrap my head around was how he even knew about my spa. I’d kept it low profile, at least for now. And Diana out of all the endless faces and names she skimmed through online, how did she pick him?I pressed my fingertips to my temple, exhaling slowly. I needed answers.Just not right now.Today was supposed to be about my grandfather and my father. That was it. I wanted my energy in the right place not scattered on people who didn’t deserve my thoughts.Then my phone started.Unknown number.Buzz. Again. And again.By the fifth call, I was gripping the edge of my desk. Why do people behave like this?I slid the phone onto silent, burying myself in paperwork until I’d cleared my desk. When I finally rechecked the screen,

LioraBack in my room, his words circled my mind like they were etched into the walls. No matter how I tried to shake them off, they returned sharp, unfinished. Damien had spoken with that calm authority of his, as though I should accept his explanation and leave the rest buried.I leaned against the dresser, staring at my reflection in the mirror. My face looked foreign, too tense, and my lips were pressed together as though holding back everything I wanted to say.“Importation,” I muttered under my breath, mocking the way he had said it. The way his body had leaned forward, his tone low and deliberate, like that single word explained everything. Like it was supposed to be enough for me.But I wasn’t stupid. I wasn’t naive. Common, Damien. I know you’re into importation. That wasn’t the answer I was asking for, and he knew it.I pushed up from the bed and paced the room, my arms folding and unfolding across my chest. What I needed was the pure truth. I could take it, I really could.

EthanThe door clicked shut behind me, and I didn’t hesitate. I shoved Sabrina back against the wall, my mouth crashing against hers. Her lips were already swollen, eager, and her moans vibrated against my tongue as if she had been waiting for this moment all night. My hand gripped her jaw roughly, tilting her face to remind her who was in control. “You’re mine tonight,” I growled, my voice a low threat wrapped in hunger. “Do you understand me?”Her pupils were wide, her breath ragged as she whispered, “Yes… Use me. I want it.” That was all the permission I needed. My hands cup her breast. Her nipple hardened instantly under the scrape of my tongue, her body shuddering as I sucked hard, claiming her in a way that made her whimper. I could feel her thighs pressing together, desperate for friction. She was already trembling. Already ruined for me.Her hands clawed at my belt buckle, fumbling, too desperate to get me out. I let her struggle for a moment, watching her desperation, befo

Liora Lately, I’ve done little more than exist within the walls of this house. Not because I wanted to, but because Damien asked me to stay home until he was certain no threat could reach me. His words had carried the finality that left no room for argument.The spa opening had already been postponed by two weeks. My decision, but also his influence. Safety before vanity, he’d said, and I agreed.I snapped my laptop shut with a soft sigh. French lessons. something to keep my mind from going in circles. Today’s class was finished, and yet the echo of unfamiliar words lingered in my head. I told myself I was learning, but mostly I was just searching for a distraction from the boredom that stretched through my days.Changing out of the crisp button-down I had worn for class, I pulled on a loose T-shirt and a pair of shorts, something comfortable and breezy. Here, within these walls, I didn’t have to pretend.Damien, as always, was out. His kind of work had its claws in him, dragging him

Liora My next stop was the jewelry store. I didn’t want anything loud or dripping in sparkles. I wanted something quiet, simple, but heavy with value. The kind of piece that whispered luxury instead of shouting it. You know the type.I used to think I knew how to dress. Back then, my entire allowance vanished into shoes, clothes, and those big, shiny earrings glittered under fluorescent lights. Fake, of course but I wore them like armor, convinced they would make me noticeable. Convinced they would make me enough. Especially to Ethan.I wasn’t the makeup type. I didn’t contour, highlight, or fuss. I had a beautiful face, a flawless one at that. But I was a maximalist, piling it all on, as though more meant better. As though excess could buy me beauty. Looking back now, I can see it. I wasn’t putting myself together, I was drowning myself in the wrong things. No wonder Ethan once told me I dressed like his grandmother.The memory tugged a laugh in my throat, though there was no joy in