All Chapters of The Billionaire's Reborn Bride. : Chapter 181 - Chapter 190

The tension between Elena and Maya had eased; Maya felt great relief that she did not have to keep what she knew hidden anymore. She was still trying to take in the bombshell that her boss had dropped about her marriage being a contract marriage.Maya immediately sat up. “I forgot to ask, what were you doing in the archive?”Elena looked at her. “The archive?”“Yes.” Maya folded her arms. “You were in the finance department before you nearly collapsed. What were you looking for?”Elena sighed. “I was looking for some documents.”“What documents?”“Documents that contained payments made to Westbridge Consulting Group.”Maya's eyebrows lifted.“Westbridge?”Elena nodded.“I found several payments made to them over almost two years. The problem is, there is no active contract with them. They aren't registered as one of the company's vendors either.”Maya's expression became serious.“And you found this yourself?”“Yes.”“Why didn't you tell me?”Elena hesitated.“I didn't want to disturb

Olivia walked through the doors of Carrington Industries. The moment she reached the reception area, several employees straightened.She barely acknowledged them; her heels clicked against the marble floor as she walked toward the elevators.When she reached Damien's private floor, his secretary immediately stood.“Mrs. Carrington.”Olivia continued walking.“Mrs. Carrington, I am sorry, but Mr. Carrington isn't available at the moment.”Olivia stopped; she slowly turned her head. The look she gave the woman made her swallow hard.“I assume you are new?”The secretary immediately lowered her eyes. “I apologize.”Olivia turned back toward the office.“Where is my son?”“He's not in the office.”Olivia frowned; she had been calling Damien all morning. His phone had been switched off. She had assumed he was simply ignoring her calls; she walked past the secretary and pushed open the door to Damien's office.Jules was standing near the window, going through several documents. He looked up

Richard sat at the dining table, staring at the untouched cup of coffee in front of him while Olivia scrolled through her phone.Olivia, however, seemed to have little interest in eating.“Your father’s birthday is next week,” she began, putting her phone down. “And I have a feeling he’s going to make an announcement about the succession.”Richard lifted his eyes. “You have been saying that for days.”“Because it is important, Richard.”“I know when my father’s birthday is.”“Then perhaps you should start acting like you understand what is at stake.” Olivia leaned back in her chair, irritation creeping into her voice. “I have been trying to reach Damien since the reception, but he refuses to answer my calls. I have called him several times, and he hasn’t even bothered to return one.”Richard reached for his coffee. “Maybe he’s busy.”“Busy?” Olivia repeated with disbelief. “He always has time for business. He always has time for whatever he considers important. But when it comes to hi

Over at Elena's childhood home, Donald sat at the head of the table, eating his breakfast while occasionally glancing at the newspaper beside his plate. Patricia sat opposite him, barely touching her food.Her mind was somewhere else entirely; she had been thinking about what Collins had told her.At first, she had dismissed it as exhaustion, but something about the incident continued to bother her.Patricia slowly lowered her fork. She remembered Elena's mother and how she had suffered from a brain tumor.She had never given much thought to the possibility of Elena inheriting the same condition; she couldn't stop thinking about it.Could it be possible? Patricia's eyes narrowed as she stared at her untouched breakfast; she needed to know.Donald turned a page of his newspaper, unaware of the thoughts running through his wife's mind.Patricia glanced at him; she cleared her throat lightly. "Donald."He looked up. "What is it?"Patricia picked up her glass of water, took a small sip, a

Elena arrived at the location where her father had asked to meet. She parked her car and remained inside for a few seconds, looking at the building through the windshield.She stepped out of the car and walked toward the entrance. Inside, she spotted Donald sitting at a table near the window.He was already waiting; his hands were clasped together on the table, and a cup of coffee sat in front of him. He looked up the moment she approached.For a brief moment, their eyes met.Elena noticed the concern on his face, but she refused to let it affect her. She pulled out the chair opposite him and sat down.Donald looked at her carefully. "How are you?"Elena placed her handbag beside her chair. "You said you wanted to see me."Donald nodded."Then let's talk."He hesitated.Elena's expression remained cold."You said you knew about my illness. What exactly do you know?"Donald looked down at his hands. "I know you are sick, Elena.""That's not an answer."He looked up. "How did you expect