Todos los capítulos de Reborn to be a dangerous billionaire’s wife : Capítulo 31 - Capítulo 40

LioraThe explanation Damien gave still echoed in my head, but strangely, my pulse was no longer thrashing against my ribs. Instead, I leaned into him as we rode home in silence. My head rested against his shoulder, his arm draped over me, his palm stroking slow, steady circles against my back like a child needing coaxing after a nightmare.The quiet was thick, only broken by the hum of the engine and the faint city lights flashing across the tinted glass. I should have been grieving Anthony, he had driven me for years without complaint, but all I could feel was this sharp clarity, anyone who dared to touch me or Damien deserved exactly what they got. Maybe worse.Before tonight, I’d thought Damien wouldn’t even come home. I had already imagined myself alone in that big house, trying on the dress I bought, twirling before the mirror, playing at the life I was still learning to live. But after tonight, all I wanted was a hot bath, a quiet room, and the heaviness of his presence close e

Liora “Eat, kitten.”He said it like a command, deep and steady, as though my empty stomach was why I kept asking questions that didn’t belong to me.I lowered my gaze to the plate. And just like that, I obeyed. Not because he ordered me to, but because hunger pressed at me and the weight of his words made refusal impossible.The clink of cutlery against porcelain filled the space between us. No other words were spoken. Only silence, layered with the quick, stolen glances we kept trading when we thought the other wasn’t looking. If only he knew how loud my thoughts were. If only I knew his too.When Margaret cleared the table, I stayed in my seat. Then, slowly, deliberately, I pulled my chair closer to him. Close enough he would feel the pull of my presence, close enough that he would know I wasn’t letting this go.“I’ve let you into my world,” I said softly, careful to keep my tone sweet enough to stir something inside him. “You know everything about me and in fact, you monitor me m

DamienHer words dropped like lead. "Your wife, Liora, is my baby girl. My daughter. I have no intention of harming her. I have always protected her in my own way." I didn't move. Not even a flicker of reaction crossed my face. Years of negotiations, betrayals, and enemies had taught me to master silence. If there is one thing in this world I value above anything, it is Liora, my wife, light. And if what this woman claims is true, then it changes everything.I studied her carefully. Most people, men twice her size, broke under the weight of my silence. They fidgeted. She didn’t. Her back remained straight, her chin lifted, her eyes steady on mine. If anything, there was a strange fire in them, a defiance wrapped in calm.I leaned back slowly in my chair, one hand resting against the polished mahogany armrest. The other is holding the gun steady, not to pull it, but as a subtle reminder that I can.My jaw tightened. “So if I run a DNA test,” I asked slowly, letting my voice drop unt

Damien The game began.Harper played like a man with an audience, his every move was a performance. He dealt with exaggerated flair, the deck snapping like thunder on his hands, tossing cards onto the felt as though each carried divine favor. His laughter was too loud, his grin too wide, and every flourish begged for attention.“Guess fortune loves me tonight,” he declared, slapping down his first hand with the arrogance of a king already crowned.The crowd chuckled politely, feeding his ego. His men clapped shoulders and smirked like they were in on the win. The dealer, a woman, a new employee with careful eyes and steady hands, tried to keep her composure, her voice measured as she called the play. But I saw the slight twitch in her lip. She already knew which way the cards leaned.I studied Harper like a surgeon studies an open wound. Twitch on his mouth. Every bead of sweat sneaking out at his temple. Every time he exhaled too quickly and tried to laugh it off.My response was de

Liora“Truth,” Damien said at last, his voice low, deliberate.The word clung to the night air between us. The candles flickered at his side, their flames painting golden shadows across the sharp lines of his face. His eyes stayed on mine steadily, but something in how his thumb traced the rim of his champagne glass told me he was bracing himself.I leaned forward, tucking one leg beneath me as the blanket slipped from my shoulder. “Admit something you’ve never said about me before,” I whispered, my tone daring but soft.His gaze flickered, the kind of hesitation I rarely saw in him. Damien never faltered. He was marble, impenetrable. But now, I caught the barest crack in the stone.“Be honest,” I pressed gently, tilting my head as I studied him. “It’s a game, after all. And you, Damien” My lips curved faintly. “You pride yourself on being a man of truth.”For a long moment, he didn’t answer. The city breathed below us, its hum so distant it felt like a memory. Then his eyes dropped,