All Chapters of THE BILLIONAIRE'S REBORN WIFE: Chapter 121 - Chapter 130

Beatrice stepped in front of him, blocking the doorway, refusing to move aside.Alexander let out a frustrated growl. “Stopping me from seeing Winnie won’t erase what I did,” he snapped. “If I don’t apologise to her today, I’ll do it tomorrow, or the day after, but I will apologise.”“I don’t care when you apologise,” Beatrice shot back, her voice icy. “You’re not seeing my daughter. You’ve hurt her too deeply. From childhood till now, you have never treated her like your own. You always acted like she was someone else’s child. She’s learned to accept her place in your life. The only person you recognise as your daughter is Catherine. So go to her.”Alexander’s expression darkened. “I know what you’re trying to do, Beatrice,” he said bitterly. “And I hope you won’t regret it—turning my own daughter against me. I don’t know what you hope to gain from this evil you’re plotting.”Beatrice held his gaze coldly, not bothering to deny it. A mocking smile curved her lips. “One day you’ll nee

Alicia’s lips curved into a smile as she slipped her arms around Andy’s neck and drew him close, pressing her mouth to his in a lingering kiss.When she finally pulled back, she met his gaze softly and said, “My dear husband, where do you expect me to go without you? Wherever you call home, that is where I call home. Wherever you find peace, I will find peace too. Anywhere you go, I will follow.”Her words eased the tight knot of anxiety in Andy’s chest. He pulled her into a hug and kissed her again, deeper this time. Alicia’s fingers threaded into his hair as they held each other close, their affection growing more urgent.When he broke the kiss, Alicia’s eyes were a little unfocused. Andy looked at her and said quietly, “I want us to make babies.”Alicia blinked, trying to process his words. “Are you sure about that?” she asked, one corner of her mouth lifting.Her question jolted Andy back to reality. Regan’s shadow still hung over them, and the thought of bringing a child into tha

Ethan took a slow look around the house—the kitchen, the bedrooms—his lips curling into a satisfied grin when he saw the cupboards and fridge packed full of food. It felt like paradise.He switched on the TV, sank into the couch, crossed his legs, and smiled to himself.“Not bad,” he murmured. “The kind of life I’ve been wishing for lately.”After a while, he got up and strolled over to the bar, grabbed a few of his favorite bottles, then went back to his seat and started drinking. Several shots later, pleasantly warm and buzzing, he pushed himself to his feet and headed into the kitchen to cook.When he finished eating, he returned to the living room, sprawled out again, drinking and munching on snacks as the TV droned on.He laughed out loud. “Not bad. I like this kind of life. Feels really good.”As dusk settled outside, his phone started ringing. When he saw Emily’s name on the screen, he couldn’t resist the urge to show off. He snatched up the phone and answered, voice brimming w

Regan turned back to glance at Alicia before walking away. She didn’t stop him; she only tapped her thumb lightly on the table.Then she picked up her phone and made a call.“Get Ethan out of the city,” she said into the receiver before hanging up.By the time she clocked out, it was already dark. Just outside, she ran into Beatrice. Alicia almost laughed. She had already guessed why Beatrice was here—no doubt to create a scene.“Catherine. Or should I call you Alicia?” Beatrice began the second her eyes landed on her.Alicia clasped her hands behind her back, her expression blank. She had already noticed the paparazzi hiding in the corner, lens pointed their way.“When will you tell everyone the truth about who you really are? What happened to Catherine? Where is she? Did you kill her so you could impersonate her?” Beatrice’s voice rose higher with each question, her eyes turning red, tears gathering.Alicia only pressed her lips together and watched her theatrics in silence.Beatric

Andy clenched his fists, his eyes turning icy cold. When he looked at his grandfather, who sat on the ground staring blankly at the flames, his heart sank. The old man had lost all will to fight; he had even given up struggling against the fire.He just watched, hollow and helpless, as the inferno devoured the home that had stood for more than eighty years.Andy yanked out his phone and barked into it, “Send hundreds of men here now. Put out my grandfather’s burning houses.”Without waiting for a reply, he turned, stormed to his car, and sped out of the mansion, driving like a madman until he screeched to a halt in front of Regan’s house.He jumped out, shouting at the top of his lungs, “Regan!”He charged toward the door, kicked it open, and stalked inside. “Regan, get out here and face me!” he roared. “Why torment an old man when you can come at me instead?”Silence answered him.Andy bolted up the staircase, bursting into room after room on the second floor. Finding nothing, he sto