All Chapters of Reborn Of The CEO’s Cold-Hearted Wife: Chapter 131 - Chapter 140

Xavier took the longest route through the mansion.Not because he needed directions.He knew every corridor and every turn in his mansion. But right now,distance mattered. Space mattered. Tonight, especially, separation was the only thing holding the fragile peace together.Lilith stayed quiet in his arms as he carried her down the hallway, her head resting lightly against his chest, her fingers curled into his jacket as though she might slip away if she loosened her grip. She appeared delicate, subdued, the image of a woman who had just stood on the edge of a balcony and stared death in the face.But her eyes were open.Watching.She noticed the change almost immediately, the way the warmth of the main wing faded, how the noise of the house softened until it was nothing more than a distant echo. This side of the mansion felt different. Older. Less lived-in. The air itself seemed to hold still.When Xavier finally stopped and pushed open a door, she glanced around slowly as he stepped

Xavier didn’t move at first. He just stared at her.The way her eyes flickered,just a fraction too late.The way her shoulders stiffened before she smoothed them out.The way realization had clearly struck… and she’d tried to swallow it back down.The room felt suddenly too small.“You remember,” he said quietly. Not a question. “Don’t you?”Aurora’s heart slammed so hard against her ribs she was sure he could hear it. She didn’t answer. She slid off the bed instead, movements controlled, almost casual, as if he hadn’t just dropped a bomb between them.“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” she said, walking toward the door. “You’re imagining things.”She reached for the handle.Xavier moved fast.His hand closed around her arm, firm, unyielding, and before she could react he spun her around and pressed her back against the door. The impact wasn’t violent,but the intent was sharp, desperate. His palm braced beside her head, his body boxing her in.“Why are you pretending?” he dema

Xavier remained standing in the dining room long after Aurora, Elara, and Jaxon had walked out through the front door. The echo of their departure lingered, chairs were slightly out of place, the faint scent of coffee still hanging in the air and the untouched cutlery in front of Lilith gleaming under the chandelier.Silence pressed down hard, thick and uncomfortable.Lilith was the first to break it.“I… I’m sorry,” she said softly.Xavier turned toward her. She was seated stiffly now, shoulders drawn in, fingers nervously twisting the edge of her sleeve. Her earlier composure was gone, replaced by something fragile, almost translucent. Her eyes shimmered, lashes damp, lips trembling as if she were holding herself together by sheer will.“I didn’t mean to cause any trouble,” Lilith continued, her voice barely above a whisper. “I swear. I just wanted to… to be here. To exist. And somehow that’s always wrong.”Xavier sighed, rubbing his forehead. Exhaustion weighed heavily on him, b

“You look ridiculous,” Aurora said, laughing before she could stop herself.“Ha ha, very funny,” Bobby answered from inside the enormous pelican head, the muffled tone somehow both gruff and fond. He shifted, the costume making a soft susurration of plush and stuffing. “You said I should disguise myself,” he reminded her, voice flat with offense.“I didn’t say come here looking like a clown,” she said, still laughing. “What happened to wearing a hoodie?”Bobby made an exaggerated huff that was all muscle under fabric. “I clearly didn’t get the memo,” he said. Then, with the small impatience of someone who gets on with what needs doing, he lowered his voice. “Enough theatre. Let’s get down to business.”Aurora’s smile softened, that was the tone she’d wanted. “What have you found on Lilith?” she asked, folding her coffee cup between her hands so her fingers could steady.Bobby sighed, and reminded her in the same practical cadence he used when giving orders. “Your twin sister used to b

Lilith stepped out of the car and straightened her dress.The building stood tall ahead of her, glass and steel, sharp and imposing. It didn’t need a sign. Everything about it spoke of money, power, and influence. This wasn’t a place that welcomed brilliance unless it came with the right name.She barely took three steps toward the entrance before the glass doors slid open.A man in a pristine lab coat was already waiting.He was tall, silver-haired, posture military-straight, with the unmistakable air of someone used to being important. His smile was practiced, wide, eager…too eager.“Dr. Lilith Moretti,” he said, stepping forward as if greeting royalty. “Welcome. We’ve been expecting you.”Lilith paused.She hadn’t introduced herself yet.“I’m Professor Adrian Holloway,” he continued quickly, extending his hand. “Senior Head Scientist of the Steele Advanced Research Division.”Steele.There it was.She shook his hand briefly. His grip tightened just a fraction longer than necessary.