Semua Bab Reborn as The Billionaire's Wife: Bab 111 - Bab 120

The silence after the explosion felt heavier than the blast itself.Smoke curled through the ruined hallway, the lights flickering weakly like the building itself was fighting to stay conscious. Elena steadied her breathing, pressing her back against the scorched wall, one hand clutching her wounded side.She hated how familiar pain felt now.Footsteps echoed beyond the haze steady, deliberate, unhurried.Not the panic of fleeing guards.Someone coming for her.Elena’s pulse quickened.“Come out,” a voice drawled. Calm. Too calm. “You survived more than you should have. Impressive… but inconvenient.”She knew that voice.Dr. Kael Rowan.The architect of Project Rebirth.The man who’d stolen her blood, her memories, her choices.Her nightmare, made flesh.Elena’s fingers tightened around the metal shard she’d scavenged from the debris. Her makeshift weapon. Her only weapon.She stepped into the open just as Kael’s silhouette emerged from the smoke coat immaculate, hair untouched by the

(Elena POV)The doors hissed shut behind me, sealing with a finality that echoed straight into my bones.The air inside the chamber was colder heavy, sterile, suffocating. Like stepping back into a nightmare I thought I had outsmarted.But nightmares didn’t forget.They waited.The metal tendril released me only when I reached the center of the room, dropping me to my knees on the freezing steel floor. Pain shot up my legs, tingling, foreign, like a current was running through every nerve.Above me, the circular lights brightened one by one, illuminating the place I prayed I would never see again.The core chamber.My origin.My grave.My rebirth.I swallowed a sob. No. Not again. I won’t break again.The speakers crackled overhead.“Subject EL-07 stabilized. Initiating reintegration.”My vision blurred as the lights intensified, blinding white beams scanning my body. The heat beneath my skin pulsed harder like something inside me recognized this place and was… responding.No. Please…

The night pressed in around the safe house like a living thing, thick with a tension neither of them dared name. Elena sat on the edge of the narrow bed, her hands clasped so tightly her knuckles had gone white. Adrian stood by the window, watching shadows move across the compound below.He hadn’t spoken in ten minutes.She hadn’t breathed properly in eleven.“Say something,” she finally whispered.Adrian didn’t turn. “If I say it… it becomes real.”“Adrian.”He exhaled slowly, shoulders stiffening. “Calla being alive… the encrypted message… the location coordinates she sent. It’s a trap. It has to be.”Elena rose to her feet. “Or it’s the only chance we have left.”He finally faced her, and the frustration in his eyes softened the moment they met hers. He crossed the room in three long strides and cupped her face in his hands.“You’re asking me to risk losing you,” he said quietly. “I can’t”“You won’t lose me,” she insisted. “Not this time.”He let his forehead fall against hers, th

The corridor stretched before them like a throat tight, cold, and humming with hidden machinery. Every step Elena took seemed to echo back with a warning she couldn’t quite name. The faint blue emergency lights flickered along the ceiling in slow, uneven pulses, as though the bunker itself was breathing.Adrian walked ahead with his gun raised, Alex behind him, eyes sweeping every inch, every shadow.Elena moved between them… her pulse steadying, her mind sharpening.She wasn’t the same woman who walked blindly into traps years ago. She wasn’t the girl who trusted the wrong man until betrayal crushed her.She was here to save her sisterand to end this.“Stop,” Alex suddenly murmured.Adrian froze mid-step, holding up a hand.Elena’s heart jumped.“What is it?” she whispered.Alex crouched near the floor, brushing his fingers lightly across the tiles. “The markings change here. See the lines? Pressure plates.”Adrian’s jaw clenched. “Trigger-based?”Alex nodded once. “Explosive most l

The silence in the room felt alive breathing, pulsing, waiting.Elena stood in the doorway, her fingers trembling against the frame as she watched Alex pace the length of the suite like a caged storm. His jaw was clenched, the muscle in his cheek ticking in a rhythm she recognized too well.He wasn’t angry at her.He was angry at everything.And somehow… she was at the center of it.“Alex,” she said softly.He stopped.Turned.Looked at her like she was the only thing in the room worth seeing.“Tell me you didn’t know,” he said, voice raw. “Tell me you weren’t part of this.”Elena’s throat tightened. “I wasn’t. I swear it. I would never”He closed the distance between them in three long strides, his presence filling the space, overwhelming her senses.“I want to believe you,” he whispered. “But everything around us is falling apart. Every secret that comes out points back to you.”Her chest constricted. “That’s not fair.”“No.”He brushed a thumb across her cheek, his touch painfully