All Chapters of The Billionaire's Reborn Bride. : Chapter 141 - Chapter 150

Back in Los Angeles, George had barely slept a wink.The events of the previous night replayed in his mind like a broken record, Elena’s cold smile. The resounding slap she had given his mother. Her fearless warning.“Call me that again, and I will make sure you join your father. Remember I still have the video of you trying to assault me.”Every word carved into his pride deeper than he could have imagined, his fists clenched beneath the blanket.He had spent years believing Elena would always love him, she had loved him too much.She had been too forgiven, too enduring but she had looked at him as though he was beneath her.George’s jaw tightened.“I don’t care about winning you back anymore.” His voice was barely above a whisper. “I will ruin you.”He threw the blanket aside and stormed out of his bedroom.As he went down the staircase, Celeste came out from the dining room, she looked exhausted. The sleepless nights had left dark circles beneath her eyes.“George?” She hurried tow

The shrill ringtone of the hotel telephone rang out in the room,waking Elena from her sleep.Elena stirred awake. For a brief second, she stared blankly at the unfamiliar ceiling before she finally remembered she was in Milan.She reached for the receiver.“Good afternoon, Miss Elena,” the receptionist’s pleasant voice greeted. “This is your scheduled wake up call. Your vehicle will arrive in forty five minutes.”“Thank you.”She gently placed the receiver back on its cradle before sitting upright. She stretched her arms above her head, easing the stiffness from her shoulders. The short nap had done wonders.Her mind felt clearer, she swung her legs over the side of the bed and walked toward the floor-to-ceiling windows.The curtains parted with a gentle sweep, warm spring sunshine flooded the room.Unlike the scorching summers she was accustomed to in Los Angeles, Milan’s spring carried a pleasant warmth. The afternoon sun rested lower in the sky, bathing the city in soft golden ligh

Marco dropped Elena and Maya back at the hotel to prepare for the evening’s dinner.The moment the elevator doors closed, Maya could no longer contain herself.“Boss!”Elena glanced sideways.“What?”“You were so incredible back there!”Elena laughed softly.“I only presented our proposal.”“‘Only’?” Maya exclaimed. “Boss, did you see their faces? Mr. Ferraro looked like he was ready to sign the agreement halfway through your presentation.”“It wasn’t that dramatic.”“It absolutely was.”The elevator chimed. They stepped out onto their floor.As they walked toward their rooms, Maya continued,“And Mr. Carrington … ”Elena sighed.“What about him?”“He kept asking one difficult question after another.”“I know.”“I honestly thought he was trying to make you look bad.”Elena stopped outside her room.“So it wasn’t only me?”“No” Maya folded her arms thoughtfully. “But after thinking about it”Elena inserted her keycard into the door.“What?”“I don’t think he was trying to embarrass you

The two escalades left the heart of Milan behind, it drove through quiet roads lined with towering cypress trees and old vineyards.As the city lights gradually faded into the distance, Elena looked out the window.“Where exactly are we going?” she asked.Damien glanced up briefly from the documents in his hand.“Mr. Ferraro’s home.”Elena looked at him in surprise.“His home?”“He prefers entertaining business partners there. He says people negotiate better over a family dinner than in a boardroom.”“I wasn’t expecting that.”“He rarely hosts people outside his inner circle.”That only made Elena more curious. If the evening was being held at his private residence then this invitation carried far more significance than she had realized.Nearly twenty minutes later, their cars approached two towering wrought-iron gates slowly swung open.Beyond them stretched a long cobblestone driveway bordered by olive trees, blooming roses and sculpted hedges.At the end stood an elegant Italian vi

The orchestra played another slow piece of music.Around them, couples swayed effortlessly beneath the glow of crystal chandeliers while quiet conversations and occasional laughter blended with the music.Damien and Elena were still enjoying the closeness between the both of them.Elena’s hand remained on his shoulder, while their other hands were intertwined between them.Damien looked at Elena for a long moment before finally saying what had been weighing on his mind.“May I ask you something?”Elena lifted her eyes to meet his.“What is it?”He hesitated.Almost as though he was debating whether he should bring it up at all.“About Mr. Valmont.”Her brows drew together.“What about him?”“You seemed comfortable with him.”She blinked, genuinely confused.“I don’t understand.”“I saw the two of you having dinner.”Her steps faltered for the briefest second before she found the rhythm again.“You followed me?”“My driver informed me where you were.”“So you are keeping a tab on me.”