All Chapters of Reborn as The Billionaire's Wife: Chapter 121 - Chapter 130

The metallic groan of shifting panels echoed like thunder as Elena and Alex sprinted through the narrowing hallway. The floor trembled beneath their feet, reacting as though the building itself were alive and determined to swallow them whole.“Left!” Alex shouted, pulling her just as a steel barrier slammed down where she had been seconds ago.Elena’s lungs burned, but fear sharpened every instinct. “This isn’t random,” she breathed. “Someone is controlling the entire system.”Alex glanced at her, eyes fierce. “Richard didn’t trigger this alone. Someone else is in the shadows.”The corridor ahead flickered with failing lights. Sparks rained down like tiny fiery warnings. The AI voice they heard earlier returned, low and chilling:“Elena Dawson. Your resistance is illogical. Your fate was decided long before this rebellion.”Elena skidded to a stop as another barrier dropped. “I know that voice,” she whispered. Her blood ran cold. “It’s the same one from Project Rebirth’s files.”Alex

(Elena’s POV)The storm had quieted outside, but inside the coastal estate, a different kind of storm was brewing silent, heavy, and waiting for just one wrong breath to explode.Alexander wasn’t speaking.He stood near the window, hands shoved into the pockets of his dark slacks, jaw tight enough to crack. He’d been like that for ten whole minutes. Ten painfully long minutes since I told him what I’d discovered:Richard Hale wasn’t just behind Project Rebirth.He’d been watching us.Listening.Waiting.And the message he left behind… the threat… the thing I still hadn’t said aloud.I swallowed, my heart beating so loudly I was sure Alex could hear it.“Say something,” I whispered.His shoulders rose slowly, as if he was dragging air into his lungs against his will. He finally turned to face me, his eyes sharp, dark, unreadable.“Elena,” he said, voice low, “tell me the rest.”I looked at the floor, at the faint cracks in the marble. My voice trembled despite my attempt to steady it.

(Elena’s POV)The world outside the safehouse window was unnervingly still too still.The kind of stillness that doesn’t calm you…It warns you.I stood there anyway, arms wrapped around myself, trying to steady the storm twisting inside me. For days now, everything had been unraveling Richard’s silent moves, the betrayal we still couldn’t fully map, the growing danger circling us like wolves.But beneath all that…There was Alexander.And the way he’d been looking at me lately like he wanted to say something he kept locking behind his perfect, stoic exterior was slowly shredding me from the inside.I heard footsteps behind me. His footsteps.Slow. Heavy. Controlled.The way he always moved when he was trying to hide how unsettled he really was.“Elena.”Just my name yet I felt it everywhere.I turned, and there he was. Alexander Knight. The man who had once felt untouchable, invincible, terrifyingly unreadable… now standing in front of me looking like he was barely holding himself to

(Elena’s POV)The night pressed in around us like a second skin thick, cold, and humming with danger.We shouldn’t have been out here.Alexander knew it.I knew it.But after everything Richard Hale had set in motion…the explosion at the docks, the ambush on the road, and the tracker they’d slipped into my jacket there was no choice. We had to disappear before Richard made his next move.And yet, even as fear twisted through me, another truth pulsed harder:Alexander wouldn’t stop touching me.A steady hand at the small of my back.A protective brush of his fingers across my arm.A silent promise in every glance.It shouldn’t have felt this grounding…this necessary.But it did.---The forest opened into the clearing where Alexander kept the old military-grade SUV he used for emergencies an ugly, armored beast that looked like it had chewed through wars.He reached it first, scanning the dark tree line with sharp, lethal focus.“Get in,” he said, voice low but not cold. Not anymore.N

(Elena’s POV)The storm had quieted by the time Alexander and I reached the terrace of the northern wing, but inside me, everything still felt like chaos raw, trembling, impossible to contain. The night air was cool, brushing against my skin like a reminder that the world hadn’t stopped spinning even though my heart felt as though it had cracked open.Alexander stood beside me, too close, too steady, too dangerously calm for the tempest I knew was raging inside him.“Say it again,” I whispered, staring at the sea of lights below the cliffside estate. “What Richard told you.”His jaw flexed.“Elena… he said you were never supposed to survive Project Rebirth.”The words were knives, reopening wounds that barely had time to heal.Never supposed to survive.I closed my eyes. “So everything they did to me every memory, every test, every injection was leading to my death.”He turned sharply. “Don’t say it like that.”“How else am I supposed to say it?”“Elena.” His voice dipped deep, rough,