Semua Bab Reborn as The Billionaire's Wife: Bab 31 - Bab 40

Elena Dawson POV---The sea was angry that night, waves slamming against the rocks below the cliffside estate as if echoing the chaos inside me. The storm outside had nothing on the one brewing within my chest.I stood by the window, my reflection fragmented by the raindrops trailing down the glass. Behind me, the fire crackled weakly barely clinging to life. Just like my faith in Alexander Knight.He’d promised me honesty. Protection. A future where I’d never have to look over my shoulder again. But tonight, I’d seen the message on his encrypted tablet. The one from Richard Hale.“Phase Two begins. Project Rebirth is active. She must never know.”My name wasn’t mentioned, but it didn’t need to be. My instincts screamed the truth. They were talking about me.When I turned, Alexander was standing in the doorway. His hair was damp from the rain, his shirt clinging to his chest. Even angry, he looked infuriatingly composed too calm for the man who’d just betrayed me.“Elena,” he started

The world was fire.Heat clawed at my skin as I stumbled through the smoke-filled hallway, coughing, eyes burning. The coastal estate the sanctuary Alexander built to keep me safe was collapsing around me. Flames licked up the walls, devouring the velvet drapes, the marble, the memories.“Alexander!” My voice was hoarse, raw. “Alexander!”No answer. Just the crackle of fire and the distant echo of shattering glass.He’d gone back inside.He told me to run. And I had until I turned back and saw him disappear into the flames after Richard’s men.I should’ve fought harder. I should’ve dragged him out with me.Now, all I could do was pray the inferno didn’t swallow him whole.The corridor split ahead, the left wing already caving in. I pressed against the wall, heart hammering, trying to remember the layout in my panic. The emergency exit led through the library but the smoke there was thicker, black as tar.I took a breath I couldn’t afford and ran anyway.My heels skidded on the sco

Elena’s POVThe world smelled like antiseptic and smoke.Even after three showers, the scent still clung to my skin that faint trace of burning wood and ash, a memory I couldn’t wash away.They said I was lucky to be alive.I didn’t feel lucky.I sat on the edge of the narrow cot in the safehouse they’d tucked me into a gray, windowless box on the outskirts of the city. My hands wouldn’t stop trembling, no matter how tightly I clenched them.I could still hear the explosion. Still see the flames swallowing the estate. Still taste the name that burned my lips as I screamed into the smoke.“Alexander…”The sound came out broken, even now.He’d gone back for the data drive — for me — and the building came down before I could reach him. They told me no one could’ve survived that blast. But part of me refused to believe it.He wasn’t the kind of man who died easily.“Ms. Dawson?”The voice jolted me. I looked up to see Agent Kara Ling the government liaison who’d been assigned to me sin

Elena’s POVThe night bled into itself. Rain, gunfire, sirens all one long, endless scream in my head.I didn’t remember how Kara dragged me out of the tunnel. Only that Alexander’s blood was warm on my hands, and the sound of his body hitting the ground was louder than the bullets that followed.One second he was there alive, fierce, unstoppable.The next, he was falling, whispering my name as if it were the only word that mattered.And I was running.“Keep moving!” Kara’s voice was a command cutting through the storm.The car door slammed, the tires screeched, and we tore down the flooded highway. My fingers clutched the edge of the seat so hard they shook.“He’s back there,” I choked. “You left him”“He told me to get you out,” Kara snapped, eyes fixed on the road. “If we’d stayed, we’d all be dead.”“I should’ve stayed,” I whispered. “I should’ve”“Stop.”The word hit like a slap. Kara’s jaw was clenched, her knuckles white on the steering wheel.“You can’t save him if you’re de

Elena’s POVThe rain hadn’t stopped since the night he disappeared.It came in sheets cold, relentless, punishing as if the sky itself refused to forgive the world for taking him.My boots sank into the mud outside the coastal cliffs, each step heavier than the last. The air reeked of salt and ozone, of steel and secrets buried too long.Alexander Knight was supposed to be dead.I’d seen the wreckage myself the fire, the twisted metal, the explosion that swallowed his car whole. I’d screamed until my voice broke. I’d fallen to my knees and watched the flames devour every hope I had left.But then the tracker pulsed.A faint blip. Hidden beneath layers of encrypted frequencies. His emergency beacon one he’d told me only triggered when he wanted to be found.So either Alexander was alive…Or someone was using his heartbeat to lure me in.The wind howled across the cliffside as I crouched behind the crumbling concrete barrier. The old laboratory loomed ahead, black glass and rusted st