All Chapters of Reborn as The Billionaire's Wife: Chapter 71 - Chapter 76

(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