บททั้งหมดของ Reborn Of The CEO’s Cold-Hearted Wife: บทที่ 91 - บทที่ 100

Aurora shut the car door a little harder than she meant to, the dull thud echoing through the quiet street. She sagged back into the driver’s seat, palms pressed to the steering wheel as she took in a long, shaky breath.Damian’s words kept replaying in her mind like an unwelcome echo.You deserve someone better.Someone who will actually see you.“God,” she muttered, dragging a hand down her face. “He’s getting way too bold.”Bold… and dangerously transparent.She didn’t want this. Not now. Not ever, really …but especially not now, when she was stretched thin trying to piece together the puzzle of Elara’s death in her past life. She couldn’t afford a distraction that looked like Damian Blackwood hovering around her like he suddenly cared.“Focus, Aurora,” she whispered, exhaling into the silence of the car. “You don’t have time for him. You don’t have time for any of this.”She rested her head against the seat, eyes narrowing as her thoughts shifted back to the real threat.Lilith.

Jaxon didn’t move for several seconds after Lilith’s second call ended. He just stood there in the silent hallway, breath shallow, palms sweating, heart drilling at a painful speed. He wasn’t even sure at what point his feet had carried him out of his room. He wasn’t sure how long he had stood frozen there, listening to his mother’s voice. A voice that dripped with sugar, her words like venom… as she offered Aurora’s life like a chess piece to someone waiting on the other end.His stomach turned.Aurora.Aurora.The name thudded in his mind with a frightening weight.He spun around and rushed into his room, slamming the door behind him. His breathing fractured. He dropped to his knees beside the bed and shoved his shaking hands underneath.“Where is it…where is it…where…come on —” he muttered under his breath, voice breaking from fear and despair .A shoe… dust… an old hoodie… a book…Nothing.He dug deeper, heart pounding so violently his head pounded with it.Then his fingertips b

She clutched the steering wheel with both hands, gasping as she sped away from the park road.Her breath came in sharp, uneven bursts, the kind that felt more like she was choking on fear than breathing air. Her chest rose and fell too quickly, her heart slamming against her ribs like it was trying to break free.Behind her, the dark sedan turned sharply onto the same street.Aurora’s stomach dropped.“No. No, no, no…please.” She whispered, voice cracking as she pressed harder on the accelerator.The engine roared, but the sedan didn’t fall back.It stayed behind her.Shadowing her movements.Matching her speed.Her fingers tightened around the steering wheel until her knuckles burned. She took a sharp turn into a street she didn’t recognize, branches scraping the side of her car as she veered off the main road.“God… God please,” she whispered, her voice shaking violently. “I can’t die. Not like this. Not again. Please…please, please, I need help. I haven’t changed anything yet…Elara

The sirens were still screaming when Xavier’s car tore onto the abandoned street, tires skidding across cracked pavement. The place looked exactly as he remembered it, empty shells of buildings, metal rods jutting out like broken bones, dust swirling in the afternoon sun.But today it felt more like a graveyard.His heart stopped when he saw the flashing lights ahead.And then he saw the stretcher.“Aurora—”His voice broke as he slammed the door shut and sprinted.Two paramedics were loading her into the ambulance, their movements quick, urgent. Her arm hung limply off the stretcher before one of them adjusted it. Xavier’s lungs seized.He ran harder.“Sir, you need to stay back—” one of the medics said, stepping in his path.“Get the fuck out of my way!” Xavier roared, shoving past him.“Sir—!”“Who are you?” another demanded, reaching for him.“I’m her husband,” Xavier snapped, his voice ragged, shaking. “Xavier Steele. And the woman lying there is Aurora Steele.”Silence.A beat.

Aurora blinked, and the world around her shifted.The hospital… the crash… the pain…All of it dissolved.Soft sunlight brushed her skin. Wildflowers swayed around her ankles. The warm, gentle breeze carried that same faint lavender scent she’d come to recognize too well.Her stomach dropped.“No.” she whispered.Her voice trembled.She spun around, taking in the endless meadow stretching into a glowing horizon.“No. No. No. This…this can’t be happening. Not again.” Her breath quickened, panic clawing its way up her throat. “No. God, please, no—”A light chuckle echoed behind her.“Relax, sunshine.”Aurora whipped around.Fate stood there, barefoot in the grass, her little sundress fluttering like she weighed no more than air. Her curls bounced as she tilted her head, smiling with a gentleness that somehow made everything feel even more unreal.“You’re not dead.” Fate said with an amused shrug.Aurora stared at her little form, chest rising and falling fast. “What…what do you mean I’m