Todos los capítulos de Reborn as The Billionaire's Wife: Capítulo 221 - Capítulo 230

Elena’s POVPower has a sound.It hums beneath marble floors and inside glass walls. It whispers in boardrooms where people pretend they aren’t afraid, and it screams in silence when you realize how much it costs to hold it.I learned that today.The city glowed beneath the floor-to-ceiling windows of the Knight Tower, a galaxy of lights that once felt like victory. Tonight, it felt like a battlefield after the smoke cleared. Too quiet. Too watchful.Alexander stood a few feet away from me, jacket off, sleeves rolled up, his posture deceptively calm. That calm was always a warning. It meant he was holding something in.“They won’t move again,” he said at last. “Not publicly. Not for a while.”I turned slowly. “And privately?”His jaw tightened. “That depends on what they’re willing to lose.”I understood what he wasn’t saying. Power didn’t end enemies it taught them patience.I folded my arms, suddenly cold. “Then it’s not over.”“No,” Alexander agreed. “But we’re ahead.”Ahead. The w

(Elena’s POV)The city looks peaceful from this height.Glass towers glow like patient stars, traffic hums below in orderly lines, and the world pretends just for a moment that nothing ugly has ever been done in the dark. From Alexander’s penthouse balcony, it’s easy to believe we’ve won.Too easy.I rest my hands on the cool glass railing, the night wind teasing loose strands of my hair. Behind me, the penthouse is quiet in that deliberate way only places owned by powerful men ever are muted lighting, expensive silence, control engineered into every corner.Alexander is on a call in his study. I didn’t ask who with. At this point, I don’t need to.The victory gala is tomorrow. The press will crown us again the billionaire king and his reborn queen, untouchable, flawless, inevitable. Knight Consolidated has swallowed its last rival. The board is loyal. Richard Hale is gone, his name already beginning to fade into scandal footnotes and court transcripts.And yet… my chest feels tight.

Elena’s POVThere are moments when silence is louder than any explosion.The city below the penthouse is glowing too bright, too alive for how still everything feels inside me. I stand by the window with my arms wrapped around myself, watching the lights blur as my thoughts spiral back to the past few hours.Richard Hale is gone.Not arrested yet. Not officially sentenced. But finished.His final attempt to destroy us his secret offshore accounts, the shadow investors, the manipulated documents has been exposed. The press is circling like vultures. His allies have already started denying they ever knew him. The man who once believed he owned my future is now fighting to salvage what little dignity he has left.I should feel triumphant.Instead, my chest aches with something heavier.Alexander steps into the room quietly, as if he knows I’m fragile despite everything I’ve survived. He doesn’t speak at first. He never forces words when I’m still finding mine.“You’re shaking,” he says s

Elena had learned, across two lifetimes, that silence could be louder than screams.The boardroom of Knight Global was unusually quiet. Floor-to-ceiling glass reflected the city’s skyline, steel and sunlight stretching endlessly beyond them. Once, this room had been a battlefield hostile takeovers, bloodless wars fought with contracts and signatures.Today, it felt like a courtroom.Every board member sat rigidly in their seats. Some looked wary. Others looked curious. A few those who had once sided with Richard Hale.looked nervous.Elena stood beside Alexander at the head of the table, her posture straight, her fingers lightly intertwined with his. The warmth of his hand grounded her, a reminder that she wasn’t standing alone.Not in this life.Not anymore.Alexander’s presence was commanding as ever tailored suit, calm expression, eyes sharp enough to cut through deception. But Elena knew him better now. She could feel the tension beneath his composure, the weight of everything that

(Elena Dawson’s POV)The city glowed beneath us, a constellation of lights stretching endlessly beyond the glass walls of the penthouse. Once upon a time, this view had terrified me. It had represented power I didn’t understand, a world that swallowed naïve women whole and left nothing but headlines and regret.Now, I stood in the heart of it steady, unafraid, and finally at peace.Alexander’s hand was warm in mine, solid and grounding. He stood beside me, not in front of me, not behind me, but with me. Equal. Partner. Husband.The word still felt surreal.“You’re quiet,” he said softly, his thumb brushing slow circles against my knuckles.“I was just thinking,” I replied, smiling as I turned to face him. “About how everything ended up here.”His gaze searched my face the way it always did like he was still afraid I might disappear if he looked away too long. “In a good way?”“In every way.”Because it was true.Richard Hale was gone. Not just defeated, but erased from the world that