All Chapters of The Billionaire's Reborn Bride. : Chapter 161 - Chapter 170

The curtains of the suite swayed gently as the afternoon breeze slipped through the slightly opened balcony doors.The room was quiet,the only sounds came from the rhythmic ticking of the wall clock and the soft hum of the air conditioner.Elena was still asleep. The color had yet to fully return to her face, leaving her complexion noticeably paler than it had been that morning.Beside the bed, Damien was still at the same position. He hadn’t moved for hours. Whenever tiny beads of perspiration formed across Elena’s forehead, he carefully dabbed them away with a cool damp towel. Every so often, he replaced the cloth after dipping it into a bowl of chilled water, hoping to ease the slight fever the doctor had noticed.One of his hands remained wrapped gently around hers, he hadn’t let go once.Every slight crease that appeared between her brows, every small movement and every faint sound she made in her sleep caught his attention instantly. His eyes never wandered far from her.At some

After nearly thirteen hours in the air, the jet wheels met the runway. They were finally home.Inside the cabin, Maya was still curled up in her seat, fast asleep, her head resting awkwardly against the window.Across the aisle, Jules had only just opened his eyes.Elena was the next to stir, she covered her mouth as a quiet yawn escaped her lips before blinking away the last traces of sleep.Across from her, Damien had been awake for quite some time. A tablet rested on his lap, but he hadn’t turned a single page in several minutes instead his eyes kept drifting toward Elena.The instant he noticed she was awake, he placed the tablet aside.“How are you feeling?” He asked in concern.Elena stretched cautiously before offering him a reassuring smile.“Much better.”“Any dizziness?”She shook her head.“No.”“A headache?”“Not anymore.”Damien studied her face for a long moment, it was as though he was searching for signs that contradicted her words.“I mean it,” she said softly. “I’m o

Maya still remained in the same position, curled up on the couch, her face still buried deep in her cushion. Her shoulders were trembling.“I promised … I promise I will trust you.” The words came out as little more than a whisper.She had failed and followed Elena despite her pleadings and it had led to her listening to a conversation that had never been meant for her ears.The guilt gnawed relentlessly at her heart.Yet another thought hurt even more.If I stay quiet. What if she dies?The question echoed through her mind again and again until she thought it might drive her insane.“I can’t lose you…”Fresh tears spilled down her cheeks.With shaking hands, she unlocked her phone and opened her photo gallery.Her thumb stopped on a picture from Milan. The four of them stood in front of the Duomo.Elena was laughing freely, her smile brighter than the morning sun beside her, Damien wasn’t even looking at the camera. He was looking only at Elena.Maya stared at the photograph for a lo

A short drive later, Donald’s car stopped outside a cafe. Unlike the crowded restaurants downtown, this place was secluded.A waitress led them to a corner booth.Donald picked up the menu.“Would you like something?”“No.”“Coffee?”“No.”“You always liked their hot chocolate.”“I’m not here to eat.”He smiled sadly.“You answer exactly like your mother.”Elena’s patience was wearing thin. “My patience is running out. I am sure you didn’t bring me here to reminisce about the past.”Donald nodded. “No but I would still like you to eat something.”Without asking again, he looked toward the waitress.“One hot chocolate and one slice of lemon cheesecake.”He looked back at Elena.“I hope these are still your favorites.”She blinked.“You remember?”“I remember more than you think.”“How is your husband? I’m sorry I wasn’t able to attend the family dinner.”He looked at Elena’s face carefully, his smile slowly faded.“You don’t look well.”“I’m fine.”“You’ve lost weight.”“I’m tired.”“T

The drive back home was suffocating.Donald gripped the steering wheel tightly, the drive felt like an eternity, his mind replaying the scene at the cafe over and over again.He had been so close. Just one more sentence and Elena would finally have known the truth.Beside him, Patricia remained unnervingly composed. She sat with perfect poise, one leg elegantly crossed over the other, her designer handbag resting neatly on her lap.She was way too calm, Donald knew her well enough to recognize the danger behind that silence.She wasn’t the type to lose control in public. Patricia preferred privacy, that was when she became truly frightening.Anyone looking through the tinted windows would have seen nothing more than a sophisticated couple returning from an evening out.Only the two of them knew the truth.They finally got home, Donald climbed out first, he strode toward the entrance walking way too fast.If he could make it to his study perhaps he could avoid whatever storm Patricia ha