All Chapters of Reborn as The Billionaire's Wife: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

Alex didn’t waste a second.The moment Daniel disappeared into the dark hallway, Alex grabbed my hand and pulled me up, his grip firm, warm, grounding.“We’re leaving,” he said again this time with the voice of a man who had already made up his mind and would burn the world before he changed it.I could only nod.My legs felt numb. My pulse wouldn’t settle. The room still smelled of shattered glass, gunpowder, and fear.Alex wrapped an arm around me, half-guiding, half-carrying me toward the exit. His injured arm trembled, but he didn’t slow down.“Alex you’re bleeding,” I breathed.He didn’t even look at his arm.“I’ll live.”We reached the door.He stopped.For a second, his forehead pressed against the wood, chest heaving.I realized he wasn’t catching his breath.He was fighting the urge to go back and finish Daniel.“Alex,” I whispered, touching his back. “He’s gone.”“Not far enough.” His voice broke on the edges of a growl. “If I had aimed lower”“You saved me.” My voice was so

The room fell into a silence so sharp it could cut skin.Alex stood opposite me, chest rising and falling with a quiet fury he didn’t bother to hide anymore. The storm outside clawed at the windows, and somehow it matched the one between us perfectly violent, relentless, unavoidable.“I didn’t lie to you,” I said, my voice trembling even as I tried to steady it.He scoffed, taking one slow step toward me, then another.“You didn’t tell me either,” he countered. “And you know damn well omission is just another kind of betrayal.”His words hit hard.Harder than I expected.Harder than I was prepared for.“Alex”“No.” His tone cracked like thunder. “Don’t say my name like that. You don’t get to soften this.”I swallowed, feeling heat sting the back of my eyes.He wasn’t yelling.That would have been easier.Alex was calm. Controlled.And that was infinitely worse.I reached for him, but he stepped back as if my touch burned.“That file,” he said quietly, “the one you kept from me it chan

The storm swallowed everything the sound of my engine, my thoughts, even my fear until all I could hear was the frantic, uneven thud of my heartbeat.I tightened my grip on the steering wheel as the headlights carved through the rain…And landed on him.A figure stood in the middle of the road, drenched, unmoving, pale as moonlight.His clothes were soaked through, clinging to him like a second skin.He didn’t flinch.Didn’t step aside.He just stared at me.I slammed the brakes.The tires screeched, fighting the wet road. The car skidded dangerously close but stopped a few feet from him.My breath strangled in my throat.“No…” I whispered.It couldn’t be.Alex had told me the story himself brokenly, painfully of the night this man died.A tragedy with no body found.A guilt Alex carried like a wound that refused to heal.And yet, the man stood right in front of me.Daniel.Alex’s brother.The brother he mourned.The brother whose death shattered his family.The ghost he blamed himsel

(Alexander’s POV)The moment her name left Daniel’s lips over the comm, I knew something was wrong.But when the line cut outWhen the gunshot followedWhen Elena screamedMy world stopped.Now I was tearing through the forest in a storm that felt alive, devouring everything in its path. Branches whipped against my face, mud soaked through my clothes, and the wind howled like a warning.None of it mattered.Only she mattered.“Elena!” I shouted into the darkness.No answer.Only thunder.I pushed harder, ignoring the sting in my legs, ignoring the burn in my lungs. I followed the trail Daniel had marked the broken branches, the freshly kicked leaves, the skid marks where someone had slipped.They were running.They were being chased.And I was too damn far behind.The sound of the ocean grew louder crashing violently against the rocks.Then I heard it.A woman’s scream.Her scream.“Elena!”I sprinted toward the cliff edge.Just in time to see her fall.My heart collapsed.Her body cu

The hospital corridor was too white. Too bright. Too loud and too quiet all at once. Elena stood there, arms wrapped around herself, staring at the closed door like it could somehow give her the answers she’d been begging the universe for since the night everything shattered.Alex hadn’t spoken a word since waking up.Not one.Not to her.Not to the doctors.Not even to himself.It wasn’t the physical injuries that terrified her. It was the stillness in his eyes. The absence. The silence that stretched like an ocean she kept drowning in.“Miss,” the nurse said softly. “You can go in now. He’s awake.”Elena exhaled shakily and pushed the door.Alex sat on the bed, his hands limp on his lap, gaze fixed somewhere she couldn’t reach. He looked like a man who had fought hell and returned without his soul.“Alex,” she whispered.His eyes flickered barely but they did not lift.She stepped closer. “I’m here.”Nothing.No warmth.No anger.No recognition strong enough to hold on to.Just sile