Semua Bab Reborn to be a dangerous billionaire’s wife : Bab 61 - Bab 70

Dawn I lingered by the edge of the bed, arms crossed tight, eyes fixed on Ethan as he fastened his buttons. I tried for sharpness, but when I spoke, the sound came hushed instead, as though my anger refused to rise above a whisper.“Baby, I need to do some shopping. It has to be today or tomorrow at the latest. The reunion’s around the corner.”Ethan’s hands stilled briefly before resuming, precise and measured. He didn’t look up.“I’ll send you some money. If it’s not enough, use yours. I’ll pay you back later. I don’t want anyone to be suspicious, especially my father. You know how he gets if I touch company funds.”I shifted my weight, heat rising in my chest. My nails pressed lightly into the fabric of my robe as I crossed the room toward him. The faint bitterness in my laugh broke the silence between us.“Your father this, your father that” My words were quiet but sharp, meant only for him. I tilted my head, searching his face, forcing him to see me. “When are you going to man u

DawnFor a moment, silence was my only companion. Then, a sharp, piercing scream ripped through it.It echoed against the walls, bouncing from one end of the house to another until it reached me.My eyes fluttered open.I wasn’t shocked nor did I panic. Just a slow inhale that settled deep in my chest.Another scream followed, louder this time.“Help! Somebody, help!”Of course, that would be Brittney.I sat up, smooth and deliberate, like rising from a dream I didn't want to end. My pulse beat calmly under my skin.I could imagine walking in the garden. Brittney was kneeling in the grass beside my father-in-law, her hands trembling so hard she could barely keep them steady. Her hair had come loose from its neat bun, falling into her face as she pressed a shaking hand against his chest. Panic twisted her features, raw and unrestrained.A weak smile tugged at my lips.Yes… show time.I pulled my robe tighter around me.Then I stepped out of the room.By the time I reached the garden, I’

Damien The phone vibrated against my desk, the screen flashing Helena’s name. I hesitated for a moment before answering. Her tone sliced through the silence before I could even greet her.“Liora came to visit her grandfather, did you say anything to her?”Her voice was sharp, impatient.I leaned back in my chair, exhaling slowly. “She has every right to visit him,” I said evenly. “And no, I didn’t tell her anything.”There was a pause on the line. I could almost hear her pacing.“Liora asked me to help her find you,” I said, breaking the silence. “She talked about how much she misses her nana. And whatever Liora wants, I get it for her.”“I was going to invite you over,” I admitted quietly. “To tell you all this in person. To figure out how to help you because she knows I can find you.”There was another long silence that felt like it held years inside it.Then Helena spoke, her voice trembling just slightly. “I think I’m ready,” she said. “Ready to be reunited with my daughter not as

DawnIt’s been pouring nonstop since we left the burial ground sheets of rain chasing us all the way home. The sky looks like it’s mourning too, crying over the loss of an angel.Only Ethan’s father was not an angel. I can’t lie to myself about that. Even till his last breath, I don’t think he ever truly accepted me as his daughter-in-law.A pity, really. He’s gone now and I no longer need anyone’s approval. Not Ethan’s. Not his father’s. Not even my own father’s.When we stepped back into the house, the air was thick with the scent of lilies and rain. Grief and perfume tangled in the air, heavy enough to touch.People filled every corner of the Hart’s estate murmuring condolences, shaking hands, pretending they weren’t glad to be seen grieving. The living always had a way of turning death into a performance and an opportunity to wear fancy outfits and my mother and her best friend aren’t exempt. I stood near the grand staircase, half hidden behind a column, my hands clasped so tight

Dawn “Hannah,” I called softly when I saw her stepping out of the room Ethan and I shared.She turned, startled for a second before composing herself. “Mr. Ethan had a migraine,” she explained, smoothing her apron. “I gave him some medication to help him sleep.”“Oh…” I nodded, pretending to look grateful, even though surprise flickered across my face. “That’s thoughtful of you. So he’s sleeping now? I will sleep in the guest room tonight just so I don’t disturb him.”“There’s no need for that, ma’am,” she replied politely. “He’s resting in his father’s room. I only came to drop his clothes.” Then, with her usual quiet efficiency, she walked away down the hall.I stood there for a moment, watching her leave. I must have stayed longer with Mother than I thought. I’d hoped to get more out of Ethan tonight, something about the lawyer, maybe even a hint about the inheritance. But now he was asleep, tucked away behind closed doors, unreachable.Fine. I sighed, pushing the door open to ou