Todos los capítulos de THE BILLIONAIRE'S REBORN WIFE: Capítulo 81 - Capítulo 90

Alicia never thought Andy was a coward or that he feared his uncle. But in that moment, she fully understood how terrifying the man truly was—and why Andy would rather not provoke him.What she felt more than anything, though, was Andy’s concern and affection. She reached for his hands and squeezed them, her voice soft but steady. “I’ll stand by you, hubby. Don’t be afraid. With me by your side, nothing will happen to us. We’re going to overcome this.”Feeling suddenly vulnerable, Andy pulled her into a tight embrace. “Promise me nothing will happen to you,” he murmured. “I couldn’t live with myself if you got hurt.”Alicia eased back, pressed a kiss to his forehead, and smiled. “Nothing will happen to me. I promise. I’ll stand by you, and we’ll face everything together.”He exhaled, some of the tension leaving his shoulders. Still, worry edged his voice. “Please—be careful. Watch every step. Someone’s watching you, waiting for an opening. I’m going to send some of my men to follow you

When Winnie asked the question, Beatrice leveled a serious look at her daughter and warned, “He isn’t just terrifying—he’s the devil everyone tells you to avoid. Nobody wants to go against him.”Winnie furrowed her brow. “Why is everyone scared of him?” she asked, curious. Then she shrugged. “I’ve met him twice. He seemed harmless. He’s not as bad as people say.”Beatrice’s face paled. “Stay away from him,” she said coldly. “People have died of poisoning just from a handshake—or simply by standing too close.”Winnie’s eyes widened, her mouth parting in disbelief. She thought her mother was exaggerating, but the look on Beatrice’s face said she meant every word.“Even his father was powerless against him,” Beatrice went on. “He ruined Andy’s father’s marriage. He orchestrated the first terrorist attack that claimed hundreds of lives just to paint the government in a bad light. They could never find evidence to pin it on him. He still walks free.”The more Winnie listened, the straighter

Emily sneered. “I regret it even more now. Marrying you was my biggest mistake. I’ll suffer for it till the day I die—all because I married a wretched man like you.”The word wretched hit Ethan like a slap. His fists curled, heat rose behind his eyes, and his chest throbbed with anger. The longer he stared at her, the more he feared he’d do something he couldn’t take back.He spun on his heel, slid into the driver’s seat, and stared straight ahead. He waited until Emily tossed her shopping into the trunk, then climbed in beside him.He expected an apology. None came.Instead, Emily angled her phone and started posing, smiling sweetly at the screen. The sight grated on him until he couldn’t hold it in.“Instead of thinking about a way forward,” he sneered, “you’re busy snapping useless pictures.”She rolled her eyes. “Thinking and hard work are for men, not for ladies. I’m meant to be pampered and spoiled, not overworked. Okay?”Something in him snapped. He slammed the brakes and pulled

In that moment, Ethan realized Emily wouldn’t be any help at ae sneered, disgust curling his lip. “Only lazy women who don’t want to work say things like that. I’m not surprised you do.”Emily replied without a flicker of concern. “Call me whatever you want. I’m just telling you there’s no way in hell I’m doing some low-class job for peanuts. I’m above that. I’m not doing it.”With that, she turned and walked away. Watching her recede, Ethan sighed, regret knotting in his chest. He regretted trading Alicia for Emily.He went to the kitchen, cooked himself a meal, then headed upstairs. At his bedroom door, he grasped the knob—locked.His face hardened. He knocked. “Emily, open the door.”Silence.He pounded again, anger rising. “Emily, open this door. Now.” He yanked at the handle, breath growing ragged.After several minutes of hammering and calling her name with no response, he finally stepped back, simmering with frustration. He turned away and went to the other bedroom.Sleep didn’

Ethan stared at Emily in disbelief. He remembered how she used to police him—how she would panic whenever she saw a woman near him. But now, it felt like she was pretending not to care at all.“Emily, do you still love me?” he asked.No answer came. Instead, he heard loud snoring—she had fallen asleep.Irritated, Ethan left the room and slept in the guest room. He lay awake for a long time, turning from side to side, his mind churning deep into the night. When he finally drifted off, it was late.By the time he woke the next morning, the sun was already up. He got out of bed and searched the house—the living room, the kitchen, the courtyard, even the garden—but Emily was nowhere to be found. He went into her bedroom and found it empty. He called her several times, but she didn’t pick up.He showered, dressed, and headed to the company where he had applied for an interview. When he arrived, he scanned the printed list on the wall. His name wasn’t there. With his qualifications, he shou