บททั้งหมดของ Reborn as The Billionaire's Wife: บทที่ 21 - บทที่ 30

The night bled into silence.Only the crash of waves against the jagged rocks broke through the blackness surrounding the old coastal warehouse. Salt stung my lips, mixing with the metallic tang of fear. My hands trembled as I pressed my back against the damp wall, trying to steady my breathing.I shouldn’t have come alone. I knew it. But when I found that message Richard’s men moving the files on Project Rebirth I didn’t think, I just ran.Now, I was trapped.The flicker of a flashlight cut through the fog, followed by a harsh voice.“Check the west wing. She couldn’t have gone far.”My pulse pounded. The echo of footsteps grew closer, heavy and certain. I pressed a hand to my chest, as if I could silence the frantic beat.I’d been here before in danger, alone, outnumbered but never like this. Never with so much at stake.A door creaked somewhere in the dark. My breath caught.“Find her!” one of them barked.The beam of a flashlight swept dangerously close to my hiding place. I ducke

It wasn’t gentle. It was desperate for two souls clinging to each other while the world collapsed around them. She gasped against my mouth, then melted into me, her hands curling in my soaked shirt, her body pressed close as if she could anchor me to life itself.Rain poured down our faces, mingling with blood and salt and everything unspoken. Every heartbeat screamed what I couldn’t say out loud until now that she was the only thing worth fighting for.When we finally broke apart, both of us were shaking.“Alexander…” Her voice trembled. “What now?”I brushed a strand of wet hair from her face. “Now we survive.”The headlights drew nearer shouts, footsteps, the sound of engines revving. I scanned the cliff. There a narrow path leading down toward the rocky shoreline below.“Down there,” I said. “We can lose them along the coast.”“Are you sure?”“No,” I admitted. “But it’s better than dying here.”She nodded, and together we slipped into the shadows, sliding down the wet rock face to

Elena’s POV ---The storm that had swept across the coast finally began to wane by dawn, leaving the estate wrapped in a fragile calm. The scent of salt still clung to the air, mingling with the faint aroma of coffee that drifted from the kitchen below.I stood by the window of my room, the one Alexander insisted I use because it overlooked the cliffs. The sea was calmer now, its surface gleaming like molten silver beneath the early sun. But inside me, nothing was calm.My heart hadn’t stopped racing since last night—since he found me, drenched and trembling, and pulled me into his arms like I was the only thing in the world that mattered.I could still feel the heat of his body against mine, the low rasp of his voice when he said my name. “You’re safe now, Elena. I’ve got you.”Safe. The word should have soothed me. But instead, it left me aching.Because the truth was, safety had never felt this dangerous.I turned from the window just as the door creaked open. Alexander stepped in

Elena’s POV ---I knew that voice.Even muffled through the security feed, that smooth, velvety tone made my blood turn to ice.Richard Hale.For a moment, I couldn’t breathe. The room tilted, shadows stretching long and sharp as if the house itself remembered him too. My hands gripped the back of the nearest chair until my knuckles whitened.He was dead. He had to be.Ten years ago, in my first life, Richard had walked into my world with that same easy smile and charming arrogance. And when he walked out, he’d taken everything my father’s company, my family’s name, my heart and left nothing but ashes.Now, here he was, standing on Alexander’s property as if resurrected from hell.A sharp buzz from the intercom snapped me out of my trance.“Ms. Dawson,” the security guard’s voice crackled. “Sir Knight instructed us to lock down, but”“Don’t open that gate,” I interrupted, my voice shaking but firm. “Do you hear me? Not for anyone.”“Yes, ma’am.”I ended the call and turned toward the

Elena’s POV ---The message on the screen burned itself into my mind.PROJECT REBIRTH: PHASE II – ACTIVE.My breath came in shallow bursts. The hum of the computers filled the silence between us, mechanical and cruelly calm against the storm rising inside me.Alexander stood rigid beside me, his jaw tight, his eyes locked on the glowing words. The blue light cast sharp shadows across his face, hardening his features into something I barely recognized not fear, but fury.He turned to me at last. “Elena, we need to leave this room. Now.”I didn’t move. My knees felt anchored to the floor, my heart caught between disbelief and betrayal.“She’s alive,” I whispered. “Calla’s alive, Alex. How is that possible?”He exhaled, running a hand through his hair, tension radiating from every line of him. “I don’t know. But if what she said is true, Richard’s been planning this longer than we realized.”My voice cracked. “She said we created Project Rebirth. Together. I would never”He caught my s