All Chapters of Reborn to be a dangerous billionaire’s wife : Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

Damien“Did she send you?” I asked, my voice dangerously calm. “How come a girl with zero fire ended up with you? I would’ve thought she’d marry that smug Ethan and end up his slave wife.”“It’s no business of yours, Valerie,” I snapped, my patience thinning. “Watch what you say about her from now on. That’s my last warning.”She swallowed hard, her breath hitching as the weight of my tone sank in.“I can no longer keep you here in New York,” I continued, my voice shifting back to its usual controlled calm. “I can settle you somewhere else or return you to Nikolai.”I leaned back in the chair, studying her in silence. Her face was unreadable, half defiance, exhaustion. I couldn’t tell if she was relieved or afraid.Either way, it didn’t matter.Kingsley would take care of her if she refused the generosity I extended.And today would be her last day breathing.“Why am I always the unlucky one?” she finally whispered. “Everyone I’ve ever loved ends up a crime I’m blamed for.”I exhaled

Dawn I’ve been restless ever since we came back from the hospital.The news shattered me so deeply that I couldn’t even make it to the appointment where I was supposed to pawn the diamond ring I’d stolen. “Taken” point of correction.The ring still glimmered mockingly in my purse, a reminder of everything I’ve done to survive.“I’m going to see my mother,” I said to Ethan one afternoon, not looking up from the mirror as I brushed through my hair.“Can I come with you?” Ethan asked softly, almost pleading.I turned to him with a scornful look.“Your mates are out there in offices making money, building connections, securing their futures and you’re here trying to follow your wife to see her mother?”His face dropped, confusion flashing across it. He hadn’t expected that.He was expecting the sweet, understanding wife I’d pretended to be for the last month.“Is everything okay? Why are you yelling?” he asked, his voice hesitant, almost afraid of the answer.“What the hell does that mea

DawnI glanced down at my hands. The new ring caught a faint glow. Then I studied my face in the mirror. Soft curves, pretty features, but no real strength yet. "And what of Ethan?" I murmured. "What if he sees through my moves?"My mother stepped to the window and yanked the curtains wide. The golden morning sun rushed in, sharp and relentless. "By then, when Ethan wakes up to it," she replied, her voice thick with glee, "you'll be standing next to a man who owns his whole universe. Let his ego trip him up. It's his one true talent."Her words sank into me like fine wine. Warm. Head-spinning. Full of risk. I could nearly picture the scene. Gala lights are glowing bright. Damien's eyes locked on me from across the crowd—a quick spark of knowing in his stare.I eased back into the pillows. A sly grin formed on my face. "So wait till the gala kicks it off.""Exactly," she whispered, her tone gentle yet hard as nails. "No need to draw him in deep yet. Just spark his curiosity. Make sure

Kate.She’s such a mess, shaky and theatrical at the slightest pressure. I won’t be tied to someone who trembles at every corner, she needs to harden up. Hearing her voice on the phone so scared over one forwarded clip made my skin crawl.I tapped the play button on the video she’d sent. Impressive. A wicked smile spread across my face as the scene unfolded. Cold, precise, convincingly cruel. If she could perform that without flinching, then she must be willing to accept the fallout. That’s what we queens do. I told myself this, phone warm in my hand as I lounged on the bed.I dialed the cleaner. The number answered with the usual gravelly calm.“We’ve got a new problem,” I said when he picked up.“There’s a careless nurse at the hospital, the same place I had instructed you to clear out anything tied to Ethan’s father back to me or my daughter. Now she has threatened us with a video showing my daughter slipping something into her grandfather-in-law’s tea.”“Find her,” I ordered. “Whe

Liora“Please… just make sure he’s comfortable,” I said softly into the phone, my fingers tightening around the edge of the kitchen counter. The nurse assured me as she always does that my father was fine.But my mind is still not settled.My stepmother still visits loudly reminding everyone how miserable she is married to him. A cruel woman with Cruella’s tongue. I wish I could ban her from breathing the same air as him, but she’s still the legal wife. And I’m still the powerless daughter.I hung up, breathing out slowly.A new hobby. That’s what I need. Something soft. Something about me. The gun range life isn’t in my hands. I had imagined maybe I could fit into Damien’s world.But maybe… he can meet me halfway in mine.That was when I heard him, the steady, confident sound of Damien’s footsteps threading down the hallway. Calm. Calculated. Every step was a reminder that he owned the space around him.He paused in front of me, dark eyes searching.“You seem distracted.”His knuckle