Lahat ng Kabanata ng Reborn as The Billionaire's Wife: Kabanata 71 - Kabanata 80

(Elena’s POV)For a moment, my brain refused to process what I was seeing.Brother.The word rippled through the ruined penthouse like a cold blade. Adrian went still too still like someone had hit a pressure point that froze him from the inside out.The woman stepped further into the half-collapsed room, her boots crunching over broken glass. Smoke curled around her, giving her an almost spectral presence, like she didn’t belong in the world of ordinary humans.Her gaze locked onto Adrian as if I wasn’t even there.“You’re bleeding,” she noted flatly, eyes flicking to the cut on his forehead. “Sloppy.”Adrian didn’t move. Didn’t blink.His voice, when it finally came, sounded like steel dragged across stone.“Lydia.”Lydia.His sister.The sister he never spoke of.The one everyone believed was dead.My breath stuttered.She tilted her head, lips curving not into a smile, but into something too sharp to be warmth.“Hello, brother,” she repeated softly.Adrian straightened slowly, pla

(Alexander’s POV)The moment Elena vanished, the world lost its edges.I stood in the middle of the underground chamber, chest rising and falling too sharply, eyes scanning the room for the tenth time even though I already knew the truth: she was gone. Taken. Ripped out of my reach by a group bold enough or stupid enough to believe I wouldn’t burn the entire world down to get her back.The fluorescent lights hummed above me, steady and clinical. Too calm. Too normal. My heartbeat didn’t match the rhythm of this place. It beat like a war drum.“Sir,” Mason murmured, stepping into the room. “We found traces of sedatives in the air vents. Someone prepped this place long before we arrived.”I didn’t trust myself to speak. My jaw locked so hard I tasted iron.Elena had been here. She’d been frightened, confused, reaching for me and I wasn’t there to catch her.The thought made something inside me crack.I forced myself to inhale, but the air felt wrong without her scent lingering in it.“W

(Elena’s POV)The safehouse wasn’t what I expected.It wasn’t another cold, sterile bunker or one of Alex’s sleek high-security penthouses. It was a small cabin tucked behind tall cedar trees, quiet enough that I could hear my own heartbeat again.He opened the door first, scanning every corner, every window, every possible threat, before turning back to me.“All clear.”I nodded, though my nerves vibrated underneath my skin.Inside, the cabin smelled faintly of pine and old books. A fire Alex must have arranged earlier was already burning, soft light dancing across the wooden floorboards. It felt almost… humanizing. Disarming.Too gentle for someone like me.He motioned toward the couch. “Sit. I’ll make tea.”I almost laughed. The man who had broken bones without hesitation was offering chamomile like he was trying to soothe a frightened child.But I sat anyway, pulling my knees close as I watched him move around the tiny kitchen.His movements were different tonight.Softer.Measure

(Alexander’s POV)The last thing I saw was Elena’s body going limp in Richard’s arms.The last thing I heard was her muffled cry disappearing into that bastard’s palm.And the last thing I feltWas something inside me snapping clean in half.“ELENA!”My roar tore through the cabin, raw and feral. I lunged forward, firing at the masked men retreating through the shattered window.Two bullets hit. One went down. The other stumbled but kept running, dragging Elena’s unconscious form through the trees.Glass cut into my palms as I dropped to the floor and vaulted through the broken window after them.Cold night air slapped my face.I ran.Branches tore at my skin. Blood heated in my veins like molten iron. I fired again, again, again shots cracking through the forest like thunder.They were fast.But I was faster.I’d never felt this before not even during the worst operations in my early years.This wasn’t strategy.This wasn’t control.This was rage pure, blinding, unstoppable.And unde

Elena’s fingers trembled around the phone long after the call ended.Her mother’s voice usually sharp, controlled, unshakeable had been trembling. And that alone was enough to send ice racing through her veins.Alex stepped closer. “What did she say?”Elena swallowed hard. “She told me to leave the penthouse.”Her voice thinned.“She said I’m not safe.”The words hung between them like smoke thick, suffocating, impossible to ignore.Alex’s expression shifted instantly. Steel. Protection. Calculation.He was in full command now.“When did she call you last?” he asked.“It’s been weeks,” Elena whispered. “We don’t… talk. Not unless it’s serious.”Alex nodded once. “We’re leaving.”“What? No I don’t even know what’s happening.”“And you’re not staying here to find out.”He already had his phone in hand, calling security, his voice low and clipped as he issued rapid instructions.Elena tried to steady her breathing, but panic crawled under her skin.Her mother never warned.Never pleaded.