All Chapters of The Billionaire's Reborn Bride. : Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

*BACK TO THE PRESENT*“Sir. You have a visitor.” Jules stepped aside, revealing Candace standing beside him.Damien did not look up from the file. "Who?""Miss Candace Walters, sir.” Before Jules could finish announcing her presence, Candace walked in from behind.Damien’s pen stopped writing.Candace smiled. “Am I interrupting?”Jules looked between them. “I can send her away if you are busy, sir.”“Damien, I can’t believe your assistant doesn’t know who I am to you. You need to fire him.” Candace pouted while complaining. Damien looked at the stack of files on the right side of his desk. He looked at Candace and said,“It’s fine.”Damien nodded to Jules that it was all good and that he could leave, Jules bowed and left without any delay, he had tasks to get done.Candace stepped inside carrying two neatly packed food containers. She moved toward the sitting area, setting the containers on the coffee table.The aroma reached him, a faint look of recognition crossed his face. It smell

Jules blinked three times, he wasn’t sure what he had just heard.“Excuse me sir but I didn’t hear what you just said.”Damien glared at him, he wasn’t going to repeat himself.Jules knew his boss wasn’t going to repeat what he had just said. He processed the question carefully.“Could you be more specific, sir?”Damien’s jaw tightened. The images were moving through his mind, Elena’s face in the corridor, the hurt in her eyes when she had pulled her wrist from his hand, the sound of her tears that had come through her bedroom door when he stood on the other side of it. He straightened in his chair.“Never mind, it’s not like you have been with any woman before.” The words came out without any form of sugar coating.Jules looked at his boss, his pride was hurt. “Sir I have actually been with a woman, I am sure I can be of help”“Never mind. Where are we with the E Atelier project?”Jules chose not to press the issue, he adjusted without comment. “The project is still on track.”“Has

Celeste sat beside her George's bed for so long that the chair had started to feel like a part of her, her fingers trembled slightly as she wiped his face with a damp cloth. The steady beep of the heart monitor was the only sound filling the room.George laid motionless beneath the white sheets. The bruises that had once marred his faces over the past few days had begun to fade, but his eyes remained stubbornly closed."George," she whispered. She brushed a strand of hair from his brow with the back of her hand. "You have to wake up for mummy's sake." Her voice broke at the last word, she pressed her lips together and steadied herself. She had cried already. She would not cry again right now. She needed to be strong in case he could feel her.Days had passed since he had been admitted, yet there had been no significant change. Every morning she sat beside him, hoping that when she looked up, she would find him awake staring at her.The door opened.A doctor entered, followed by two nu

Edward calmed himself down, he was panicking and that wasn't good. He had to be calm to think clearly.The words echoed in his head. "How do you like my present?"Suddenly he shouted his assistant's name. "Claire!" His voice thundered through the office. A few minutes later, his assistant rushed into the room. "Sir?" Edward pointed at the reports scattered across his desk. "The investors, the projects and the company pulling out. Tell me exactly who they are." Claire immediately grabbed a folder. "Our joint project with Baxter Construction has been terminated.""Next""North Star Holdings, Greystone Capital" Edward's eyes narrowed. "Who else?" As Claire continued listing names.Something clicked. The realization suddenly hit him. Every company, every investor. They all had one thing in common, their relationship with Carrington Group. Beads of sweat gathered on Edward's face; his throat went dry. "Oh my God." Claire looked confused. "Sir?" Edward stared blankly at the list. "It

The atmosphere outside JH Industries had become an uproar. The reporters positioned themselves at the entrance, each one desperate to be the first to break the story. Camera crews scrambled for a good position but were being held back by the security. Microphones were raised. News vans lined the street. Every few seconds another live broadcast began. “We are standing outside JH Industries where federal investigators have spent the last several hours conducting a major operation …. ” The reporter was interrupted by shouting. “The agents are coming out!” Instantly, dozens of cameras swung toward the entrance. The glass doors opened. A team of investigators emerged carrying sealed evidence boxes. Behind them came the leader of the operation, Agent Daniel Hayes. The moment reporters recognized him, the crowd surged forward. “Agent Hayes!” “Agent Hayes, over here!” Microphones appeared from every direction. Security personnel struggled to keep a path open as journalists fir