All Chapters of Reborn as The Billionaire's Wife: Chapter 141 - Chapter 150

Elena’s POVThe alarm still echoed in my head long after we burst into the corridor, Alex’s hand gripping mine as we ran. My lungs burned, but adrenaline kept my legs moving. Behind us, the red emergency lights strobed violently across the metal walls, turning everything into a shifting nightmare.Richard’s roar echoed through the chamber we’d just escaped.“He’s not far,” Alex said, voice sharp, focused. Even breathless, he moved with precision protective, controlled, every inch the man who’d spent his life preparing for moments like this. “Elena, stay behind me.”But something in me refused to hide anymore.“No,” I said, tightening my grip on his hand. “I’m not leaving you to fight him alone again.”He glanced at me quick, sideways, but full of something that clenched around my heart. Worry. Anger. Relief.And something deeper.“Elena,” he said quietly, “I can handle him. But I can’t handle losing you.”Before I could answer, the facility groaned like the walls themselves were colla

(Elena’s POV )The moment I step into the dimly lit study of the coastal estate, the air thickens like a held breath. Waves crash violently outside, wind whipping against the tall windows, but it’s nothing compared to the storm churning inside me.Alexander closes the door behind us with a soft click too soft, considering the fire burning in his eyes.“Talk to me,” he says, voice low. Controlled. But that control is paper-thin, and I see the tension in his jaw, the tightness in his stance. “What did Richard say to you?”Richard. The name tastes like poison.My pulse kicks hard. I swallow, forcing myself to meet his gaze. “It wasn’t just what he said.”I inhale shakily. “It was what he knew.”Alexander steps closer, slow and deliberate. “Elena.” My name sounds like a vow. “Start from the beginning.”I sit on the edge of the desk, gripping the wooden edge. “He… he mentioned Project Rebirth.”Alexander freezes.His pupils shrink. His breathing stops.And in that instant, I know it:He a

(Elena’s POV )The night felt too still.A quiet like this never meant peace in my world. Not anymore. Not after everything Alexander and I had uncovered Project Rebirth, Richard’s secret benefactors, the shadow organization pulling strings from the dark. A quiet night only meant danger was crawling closer.I leaned against the balcony rail of Alexander’s penthouse, watching the city stretched beneath me like a constellation of ambition and betrayal. The skyline reflected off the glass buildings like a thousand eyes watching, waiting.I inhaled deeply, hoping the cold air would steady me. It didn’t.Because tonight, everything felt too close.Too inevitable.Too final.Arms slipped around my waist from behind, strong and unyielding. Alexander’s presence settled against my back, warm and grounding my constant in a world that had burned me once and tried again.“You’re overthinking.”His voice was low, a rumbling darkness that vibrated against my spine.I let out a shaky breath. “Maybe.

(Elena’s POV)The ocean was calm that morning too calm.It stretched wide and silver beyond the glass balcony, its stillness almost mocking the chaos boiling in my chest. The sunlight was gentle, soft, warm… everything my world no longer felt like.I stood barefoot against the marble floor, fingers gripping the rail, breath trapped somewhere between my lungs and my heart.Alexander’s shirt still hung loosely on my body from the night before its faint scent grounding me, steadying me but even that wasn't enough to quiet the storm spiraling inside me.Because Project Rebirth…Because the truth…Because my past life was no longer a memory. It was a prophecy.And now it had finally caught up.A soft click broke the silence behind me. Alexander’s footsteps. Slow, heavy, measured like he already knew what I was about to say.“Elena,” he murmured, voice still rough with sleep.I didn’t turn. If I did, I would fold. And today… I couldn’t afford to be weak.He reached me anyway. His warmth pre

(Elena’s POV)The night tasted like metal.Storm clouds hung low over the city, pressing their weight against the glass walls of Alexander’s penthouse as if trying to force their way inside. Lightning flickered, throwing jagged shadows across the marble floor. I stood in the center of the living room, my arms wrapped around my waist, staring at the sealed USB drive resting on the coffee table.Project Rebirth.The true, unedited version.The one Richard died trying to hide.The one his co-conspirators were willing to kill me for… twice.My heartbeat skittered like a terrified animal.I had waited years two lifetimes, technically for this moment. For proof. For answers. For something that made sense out of the chaos of betrayal, death, and rebirth. But now that it lay in front of me, cold and small and deceptively simple…I couldn’t breathe.The elevator chimed softly behind me.I didn’t need to turn.I felt him.Alexander’s presence filled the room long before his footsteps did a fami