Semua Bab Reborn as The Billionaire's Wife: Bab 101 - Bab 110

(Alexander’s POV)I’ve always believed I could control everything markets, empires, enemies, even myself.But I cannot control what happens to Elena.Not when she’s dragged into danger because of me.Not when every step she takes now feels like walking into the mouth of a trap I should have seen coming.And right now, every instinct in me is screaming the same thing:Something is wrong.---The boardroom is buzzing as the emergency briefing ends, but the voices fade into static in my ears. All I can see is the last message Elena sent before her phone went dark:“Alex… something’s off. I think I’m being followed.”That was twenty-five minutes ago.I rise from my seat so abruptly that the room falls silent. Hoffman, my COO, clears his throat nervously.“Sir… should we continue reviewing the breach”“No.” My voice is ice. “Find whoever tampered with the security line. I want the exact location of Elena’s device.”“But the signal is scrambled”“Then unscramble it.” My patience snaps like

The storm that had been threatening all evening finally broke just as Elena stepped out of the car. The mansion loomed in front of her dark, tall, ominous its windows flickering with intermittent light as thunder rolled overhead. Her pulse thudded unevenly, the kind that came when instinct whispered something is wrong long before the mind accepted it.She took a steady breath and pushed the front door open.The silence hit first. Not the peaceful kind this one held weight, tension, and the faint echo of something that had already happened before she arrived.“Adrian?” She called out, already knowing she wouldn’t get an answer.Her footsteps echoed as she crossed the foyer. Everything was in perfect order, but the air felt disturbed, like someone had just left in a hurry. Her fingers brushed the table by the staircase and froze.A streak of red.Her heart jumped into her throat. She leaned closer, breath trembling.Blood.Fresh, still wet. Not enough to signal death, but more than enou

ELENA – POVThe air was still vibrating with gunfire.Glass crunched beneath my shoes as Adrian pulled me deeper into the hallway, shielding me with his body the way he always did like he’d rather let the world tear him apart than let a single scratch touch me.My heart slammed against my ribs. Calla’s warning rang in my head like a scream trapped behind bone.They’re coming for you.Adrian pushed me against the wall gently, his palm cupping my cheek. “Elena, look at me. Are you hurt?”“No,” I breathed, though everything inside me felt broken. “I’m fine Adrian, what’s happening? Who are those men?”He didn’t answer.Not immediately.Not while the front of the house exploded with another round of gunshots.Adrian’s jaw tightened like steel. He pulled a gun from his belt and snapped into a version of himself I rarely saw cold, calculated, lethal.“Stay behind me,” he said. “No matter what you hear, you don’t move unless I tell you.”“But Calla”“She’s already gone.”His voice cracked ju

The room felt too quiet.Adrian stood by the window, his silhouette carved sharply against the pale morning light. His shoulders were stiff, his jaw locked tight, and every few seconds, his fingers flexed as if fighting the urge to break something.I closed the door softly behind me.“Adrian.”He didn’t turn.Didn’t breathe.Didn’t move.But I saw the way his neck tightened at the sound of my voice.“You saw the report,” he said eventually, voice cold enough to frost over the glass in front of him.“Yes.”There was no point lying not when the truth was written across both our faces.The photographs.The signatures.The confession from the board member who had finally cracked under pressure.Someone inside his empire had deliberately leaked sensitive information, timed perfectly to coincide with the scandal dragging my name through the mud. Someone wanted us broken professionally, personally, completely.And the worst part?It wasn’t some distant enemy.It was someone who sat with h

(Elena’s POV)The room tilted. Adrian’s arms were the only thing keeping me upright as the image on Alex’s phone burned into my vision a familiar silver locket resting on my pillow, glinting under our bedroom light like a ghost resurrected.Calla’s locket.My sister’s.My dead sister’s.The world narrowed into a single, suffocating point.“Elena. Breathe.” Adrian’s voice cut through the ringing in my ears, deep and steady, but I couldn’t obey. The air wouldn’t enter. My chest tightened like invisible hands were squeezing it shut.“She wore that locket every day,” I whispered. “She never took it off. Never.”Adrian exchanged a sharp look with Alex one that held calculations, suspicion, danger but when he turned back to me, he softened. “It could be a replica. A copy. Someone trying to rattle you.”“No.” I shook my head, my throat closing. “There’s a scratch on the back. A tiny one. She got it when we were kids. I’d know that scratch anywhere.”I pushed away from Adrian and reached for