Todos los capítulos de Reborn as The Billionaire's Wife: Capítulo 201 - Capítulo 210

Elena’s POVThe city looked different from this height not softer, not kinder, just quieter. The kind of quiet that settles after a long war, when the smoke has cleared but the ground is still warm beneath your feet.I stood by the glass wall of the penthouse, my reflection faint against the night skyline. Ten years ago no, in my first life this view had felt like a promise. Wealth. Safety. A future I thought I had earned simply by loving the wrong man with the right intentions.Now, it felt like a mirror. It showed me everything I had survived.Behind me, I heard Alexander set his phone down. No sharp movements. No tension. Just the soft sound of something ending.“It’s done,” he said.I closed my eyes, letting the words settle. “Completely?”“Yes.” He came up behind me, not touching yet, giving me the space he always did when emotions ran deep. “The last of Hale’s offshore accounts have been seized. The board votes tomorrow, but it’s a formality. He has no allies left.”Richard Hale

Elena’s POVThe city looked different when you knew the war was over.Not quiet never quiet but steadier. As if the skyline itself had exhaled after holding its breath for years.I stood by the floor-to-ceiling window in Alexander’s penthouse, my palm resting lightly against the glass. Morning sunlight spilled over steel towers and winding roads, gilding everything in gold. Once, this view had felt like a battlefield. Every building had been an enemy position, every boardroom a potential grave.Now… it felt like home.Behind me, Alexander moved with that quiet confidence that still made my heart stutter. The rustle of fabric, the soft clink of cufflinks. Even after everything after betrayal, bloodless wars, and secrets that had nearly destroyed us he still took my breath away without trying.“You’re thinking too loudly,” he said, his voice warm, amused.I smiled without turning. “You always say that.”“And I’m always right.”I finally faced him. He was dressed in a charcoal suit, cris

Elena Dawson POVPower was supposed to feel solid.Unshakable.Yet as I stood at the floor-to-ceiling windows of the Knight Group’s private executive lounge, the city glittering beneath me like a throne of glass, I felt the first unmistakable crack beneath my feet.Alexander was late.That alone wouldn’t have unsettled me my husband commanded empires, dismantled rivals before breakfast, and bent time to his will when it suited him. But today was different. Today, every instinct sharpened, every memory from my first life stirred uneasily in my chest.Something was wrong.I rested a hand over my abdomen, breathing slowly, grounding myself. Power wasn’t about control alone. It was about foresight. And foresight had saved me once before.The doors finally slid open.Alexander walked in, jacket discarded, tie loosened, his expression carved from something colder than usual. Not distant. Focused. Dangerous.“You’re bleeding,” I said immediately.His gaze flicked to my hand gripping the edg

Elena’s POVThe city below Alexander’s penthouse glittered like a living thing lights pulsing, traffic flowing, power humming beneath glass and steel. I stood by the window, palms pressed to the cool surface, trying to steady my breath.Two lifetimes.In my first life, this view had been something I admired from afar, a world I was never meant to fully enter. In this life, I stood at its very heart Alexander Knight’s wife, his partner, his equal.And yet my chest felt tight.“Thinking too hard again?” Alexander’s voice came from behind me, low and familiar, carrying that quiet authority that made boardrooms fall silent and made my heart race in ways no one else ever could.I turned. He had loosened his tie, jacket discarded, sleeves rolled up to reveal strong forearms that had shielded me more times than I could count. His gaze softened the moment it landed on me.“I was just…” I hesitated, then smiled faintly. “Thinking about how strange life is.”His brow arched slightly. “Strange u

(Elena’s POV)The city looked different at night when you’d already lost everything once.From the floor-to-ceiling windows of Alexander’s penthouse, the lights below glittered like a thousand secrets beautiful, distant, and sharp enough to cut if you got too close. I stood there longer than I meant to, fingers curled around the cool glass, trying to quiet the storm inside my chest.Tonight had changed something.Not in the loud, explosive way Richard’s downfall had. Not with scandals or boardroom bloodshed. This was quieter. More dangerous.Alexander had drawn a line and I wasn’t sure whether he’d drawn it to protect me… or to protect himself from loving me too much.Behind me, I heard the soft click of the door. I didn’t turn.“You’re still awake,” Alexander said.His voice was low, controlled, but I knew him too well now not to hear what he was hiding underneath. Tension. Worry. Restraint.“I could say the same,” I replied.He moved closer, stopping just short of touching me. That