Todos los capítulos de Reborn as The Billionaire's Wife: Capítulo 211 - Capítulo 220

(Elena’s POV)The city looks different from up here.Not brighter. Not softer. Just… honest.From the balcony of the Knight family’s coastal estate penthouse, the ocean stretches endlessly, dark and breathing, its waves folding into themselves like secrets never fully told. The wind carries salt and something else finality, maybe. Or peace.I rest my hands against the glass railing, fingers trembling, not from cold but from the weight of everything that brought me here.Two lives.One death.And a love that refused to stay buried.Behind me, I hear Alexander’s footsteps. I don’t turn right away. I don’t need to. I know the rhythm of him now the controlled strength in each step, the way he always pauses just slightly before coming close, as if giving me space even when all he wants is to pull me into his arms.“Elena,” he says softly.My name sounds different on his lips. Not a possession. Not a plea. A promise.I turn.He’s dressed simply tonight—black shirt, sleeves rolled up, no tie

(Elena’s POV)For the first time in both my lives, the room was silent because of me.Not because I was overlooked.Not because I was dismissed as Alexander Knight’s wife.But because every person seated around the long glass table was waiting for my next word.The boardroom of Knight Global stretched wide and cold, the city skyline glittering behind floor-to-ceiling windows. Men and women who once wouldn’t have spared me a second glance now sat upright, tablets paused, eyes fixed on me with something dangerously close to respect.I folded my hands slowly, feeling Alexander’s presence beside me like a steady flame. He hadn’t spoken in the last ten minutes. He didn’t need to. This was my battlefield.“Project Rebirth was never about innovation alone,” I said calmly. “It was about control.”A ripple moved through the room.Across the table, Richard Hale’s empty chair felt like a ghost. Even now, even after his fall, his shadow lingered. But shadows only existed where there was light and

Elena’s POVThe city looked different from up here.Not because it had changed but because I had.I stood beside Alexander on the balcony of the Knight estate, the night wind tugging softly at my hair. Below us, the lights of the metropolis shimmered like a thousand unspoken secrets. Once, this city had swallowed me whole. Once, it had watched me fall, watched me die betrayed and forgotten.Now, it felt like something I had finally conquered.Alexander’s hand found mine, firm and warm. Protective without being possessive. Steady without trying to cage me.“You’re quiet,” he said, his voice low. “That usually means you’re planning something dangerous.”I smiled faintly. “Or remembering.”His grip tightened slightly. “Do you regret it? Any of it?”I turned to him then, really looked at his face the sharp lines softened by concern, the eyes that had always watched me even before I noticed him. In my first life, he had been the man standing in the shadows. In this one, he was the man wh

(Elena’s POV)I learned long ago that silence could be louder than screams.The conference room was quiet in the way a loaded gun is quite dangerous, expectant. Floor-to-ceiling glass revealed the city below, all glittering lights and fragile ambition, but inside this room, every breath felt measured.Alexander stood beside me, close enough that I could feel the warmth of his presence without him touching me. He didn’t need to. His steadiness was a language I had learned fluently one look, one subtle shift of his shoulders, and I knew he was braced for impact.Across the table sat men who once believed they owned the world.Tonight, they were learning they never did.I placed the tablet on the table and slid it forward. “Before we begin,” I said calmly, “I’d like to clarify something.”One of the board members Mr. Vance laughed nervously. “Mrs. Knight, if this is about renegotiation, we’ve already”“This isn’t about money,” I interrupted, meeting his eyes. “It’s about truth.”Alexande

Elena knew the moment something was wrong not because of the sound, but because of the silence.The Knight estate had a way of breathing. Even in the dead of night, there were soft rhythms: distant footsteps from security, the muted hum of generators, the ocean far beyond the cliffs murmuring against stone. Tonight, all of it felt… held. As though the world itself was waiting.I pressed my palm against my chest, steadying my breath.Ever since the truth about Project Rebirth surfaced about how many hands had shaped my second life, about how close I’d come to being nothing more than an experiment I’d learned to trust this feeling. Instinct wasn’t fear anymore. It was memory.And memory had saved me once already.I slipped out of bed quietly, careful not to wake Alexander. He’d barely slept these past few nights, not after the board vote, not after the sealed indictment vanished from the prosecutor’s office without explanation. Someone powerful was moving pieces again.Someone desperate