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(Elena’s POV)The city looked different from this height smaller, quieter, as if all the chaos that had once swallowed me whole could be folded neatly into my palm and crushed.I stood beside the glass wall of Alexander’s private office, the night lights of the metropolis stretching endlessly below. This room had become familiar over the months boardroom battles won and lost, whispered confessions after midnight, stolen touches that meant more than words. Yet tonight, my chest felt tight, my heart restless.Because tonight, I had to choose.Behind me, Alexander was on a call, his voice low and controlled, the same tone that made billion-dollar deals tremble into submission. But I knew him too well now. I heard the tension beneath it. He felt it too.Richard Hale was gone exposed, disgraced, dragged from the world he once ruled like a king. The newspapers called it justice. Society called it scandal. For me, it should have been closure.But closure was a lie.“Are you sure?” Alexander

(Elena’s POV)The night feels too quiet for a city that never sleeps.From the balcony of Alexander’s penthouse, the skyline stretches out like a kingdom of glass and light, every building a silent witness to the war we’ve survived to get here. The wind brushes my bare arms, cool and grounding, as if reminding me that this life this second life is real.Ten years ago, I died believing I had lost everything.Tonight, I stand here knowing I almost lost him.Alexander steps behind me without a sound, his presence so familiar it settles into my bones. He doesn’t touch me at first. He never rushes me when he knows my thoughts are heavy. Instead, he waits—solid, patient, unshakeable.“I thought you’d be inside,” he says softly.“I needed air,” I reply. “And… perspective.”He hums, a low sound in his chest. “Dangerous thing, perspective. It makes people brave.”I turn to face him. The city lights reflect in his eyes, sharp and storm-dark, but there’s something else there tonight something un

ElenaThe rain had stopped, but the air still felt heavy like the world was holding its breath with me.I stood in Alexander’s private study, my fingers curled tightly around the edge of the desk as if letting go would make everything collapse. The city lights spilled through the glass walls, sharp and distant, nothing like the warmth I needed right now.Behind me, Alexander closed the door softly.That sound so quiet felt louder than any slam.“You shouldn’t have come alone,” he said, his voice low, careful. Protective. Always protective.I turned slowly to face him. His suit jacket was gone, sleeves rolled up, tension carved into every line of his body. This was the Alexander Knight who stood at the edge of war not the billionaire husband who kissed my forehead before bed.“I needed answers,” I said. My voice didn’t shake, even though everything inside me was. “And I needed them from you.”Silence stretched between us.Then he exhaled.“You know about Project Rebirth.”It wasn’t a q

(Elena’s POV)The city glittered beneath the balcony like it was holding its breath with me.From this height, everything looked harmless golden lights, sleek towers, polished streets but I knew better. I had lived once already through what beauty could hide. I had died because I trusted the wrong smile, the wrong promise, the wrong future.This time, I stood here alive, breathing, and painfully aware of how much I had to lose.Alexander was behind me. I didn’t have to turn to know it. His presence had always been like that—quiet, grounding, impossible to ignore. I felt him before I saw him, the way my pulse shifted, the way my shoulders relaxed even when my thoughts refused to.“You’re thinking too loudly again,” he said softly.I smiled despite myself. “You always say that.”“That’s because it’s always true.”I turned then, meeting his eyes. The city lights reflected in them, sharp and brilliant, but beneath that was something warmer. Something dangerous.Love.I had spent two lifet

Elena’s POV The city looks deceptively peaceful from the top floor of Knight Global. Glass and steel. Sunlight catching on windows. A world that believes everything is stable because it looks expensive enough to be. I know better now. Alexander stands a few feet away, on a call he hasn’t ended in the last ten minutes. His shoulders are rigid, jaw tight, the way it gets when the threat isn’t theoretical anymore. When danger has a name. A face. A deadline. I sit at the edge of his desk, fingers laced together, trying to slow my breathing. Project Rebirth. The name still echoes in my head like a curse. I thought knowing the future would give me control. That remembering my past life made me untouchable. Smarter. Untouchable women don’t wake up with cold fear crawling under their skin. “Confirmed?” Alexander asks quietly into the phone. A pause. His eyes flick to me. My stomach drops. “Lock it down,” he says. “No leaks. No movement until I say so.” He ends the call. Silence