Todos os capítulos de Reborn as The Billionaire's Wife: Capítulo 11 - Capítulo 20

The storm had passed, but its memory lingered everywhere.The air was heavy with salt and ash; the sky a bruised gray canvas above the churning sea. Waves crashed against the cliffs below, each one echoing like a heartbeat I couldn’t silence. Inside the stone-walled estate, the fire had burned low, casting faint amber light across the wreckage of what we’d just survived.I sat by the hearth, wrapped in one of Alexander’s shirts. It hung loose around me, smelling faintly of cedar and rain. My body trembled, not from the cold, but from the rush of everything that had happened his hands on my shoulders, the way he’d shouted my name as the glass shattered, the way his body had shielded mine without a second thought.Now, silence filled the spaces between us.Alexander stood by the window, shirt discarded, his back bare and marked by shallow cuts. Moonlight painted his skin silver. He hadn’t spoken since the storm ended hadn’t even looked at me. Just stared out into the night like he could

The fire alarm howled through the hallways, echoing off marble and glass until every sound blurred into panic. My pulse raced in time with the sirens. Smoke bled into the corridor, curling like ghostly fingers against the ceiling.Alexander’s hand tightened around mine as he pulled me toward the security control room. His steps were steady, precise, every movement measured like a man who’d faced chaos before and learned to master it.“Stay close to me,” he ordered.“I’m not running,” I said, even though my voice trembled.He shot me a look over his shoulder sharp, protective, and impossibly calm amid the chaos. “Good. Because I’m not letting you out of my sight again.”We turned the corner and froze.The front windows of the estate were blown inward, shards of glass scattered across the floor. The ocean wind screamed through the broken panes, carrying the scent of salt and burning chemicals. Somewhere outside, a drone buzzed like a metal hornet before bursting in a flash of white ligh

Elena Dawson pov---The darkness was absolute.Not the kind that simply dims the light but the kind that devours it, swallowing every sound, every breath, until all that’s left is the pounding of your own heartbeat.I could hear Alexander’s shallow breathing beside me, the faint rustle of his jacket as he pressed his hand harder against his wound. The air smelled of gunpowder and salt, the storm outside now nothing compared to the one raging inside this house.“Alexander,” I whispered, reaching for him.“I’m fine,” he said gruffly, though his voice betrayed him with a tremor.“You’re bleeding through the bandage.”“Not the first time.” He tried to move, but I stopped him with a hand on his arm.“Don’t you dare play the stoic hero right now.”Even in the darkness, I could feel the smirk tug at his lips. “It’s not playing if it’s true.”I glared at him or at least in his direction. “You’re impossible.”“And yet,” he murmured, leaning closer, “you’re still here.”My breath hitched. The

Elena Dawson---The first time I looked into the mirror after Project Rebirth, I didn’t recognize the woman staring back.Her skin looked smoother, untouched by time or scars. Her eyes once warm hazel now shimmered with a faint, unnatural gleam beneath the light, like a secret trapped beneath the surface. My heart pounded, my breath uneven, as I traced trembling fingers over the reflection’s cheekbone.“Who are you?” I whispered.But the woman didn’t answer. She only looked back at me, perfectly still, almost mocking.The sterile room was cold and too bright, the hum of the fluorescent lights drilling through the fog in my skull. My memories were a fractured film reel snatches of laughter, the sound of crashing waves, Alexander’s voice murmuring my name and then, darkness.I remembered dying.And yet… here I was.A sharp ache pulsed at the base of my skull. I closed my eyes, trying to steady the storm in my chest, but flashes burned behind my eyelids Richard Hale’s voice barking orde

Alexander’s POVThe moment the explosion hit, I thought I’d lost her.The shockwave tore through the building like a living thing windows shattering, metal screaming, smoke swallowing everything. I didn’t feel the impact, not really. I only felt the hollow terror in my chest, the single thought ripping through every cell in my body.Elena.I forced my way through the debris, coughing through smoke and dust. Flames licked the corridor, dancing across shattered glass and splintered walls. Somewhere ahead, alarms wailed, but the only sound I cared about was her voice.“Elena!”Nothing.My heart pounded, savage and unrelenting. Every instinct I’d spent years burying every emotion I’d trained myself to suppress was clawing its way to the surface.And then, through the haze, I saw her.She was lying near the cracked glass wall, surrounded by embers. Her hair fanned out around her like spilled gold, her hands faintly glowing in the smoke.“God Elena,” I choked, sprinting to her.Her eyes f