All Chapters of The Billionaire's Reborn Bride. : Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

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CHAPTER THIRTY ONE: WALLS AND BOUNDARIES.

The car ride home was suffocatingly silent.Elena sat on one side of the spacious back seat, Damien on the other, with what felt like miles of leather between them despite the actual distance being less than two feet. The city lights blurred past the tinted windows, creating patterns of light and shadow that played across Damien’s profile.He stared straight ahead, his jaw set, his expression unreadable. He had loosened his tie at some point, the first button of his shirt undone, but otherwise he looked exactly as he had when he had come in through those doors, commanding, untouchable, his aura screaming power.he car ride home was suffocatingly silent.Elena sat on one side of the spacious back seat, Damien on the other, with what felt like miles of leather between them despite the actual distance being less than two feet. The city lights blurred past the tinted windows, creating patterns of light and shadow that played across Damien’s profile.He stared straight ahead, his jaw set,

CHAPTER THIRTY TWO: DREAMS FROM THE PAST.

They finally pulled up to the mansion. The house was lit from within, warm and welcoming in the darkness. Elena could see Bernard waiting near the door, ready to greet them.They both stepped out of the car and walked toward the entrance in continued silence. Elena’s heels clicked against the stone pathway, each step feeling heavier than the last. She was exhausted physically, emotionally, mentally drained from the entire evening.They reached the front door. Bernard opened it with a warm smile. “Welcome home, Master Damien, Miss Elena. How was the event?”“Fine, thank you, Bernard,” Elena managed, her voice sounding hollow even to her own ears.She moved to step past him, to head straight up to her room where she could finally let herself fall apart in private.But Damien’s voice stopped her she could reach the staircase.“Elena.”She turned, surprised he was speaking to her at all after making it so clear he wanted silence.Damien was looking at her now, really looking at her for the

CHAPTER THIRTY THREE: LATE NIGHT CONVERSATION.

Elena bolted upright in bed, gasping for air, her nightgown soaked through with sweat. Her heart hammered against her ribs so hard it hurt, and tears streamed down her face before she even fully understood why.“No, no, no,” she whispered into the darkness, her hands instinctively going to her flat stomach, as if checking for something that wasn’t there.It had been a dream. A nightmare. She wasn’t sure why she’d had such a vivid, horrible dream now, of all times.She had been pregnant once, in that other timeline. Seven months along when she had gone in for what was supposed to be a routine check. Just monitoring, they had said. Standard procedure.But something had gone wrong. Complications no one had anticipated.All she had been told was that she had lost the baby. That’s what Victoria had informed her afterward, her voice dripping with false sympathy. But Elena had no actual recollection of what had happened. It was as though that entire experience had been erased from her memor

CHAPTER THIRTY FOUR: FRIEND OR FOE?

The next morning came with soft golden light filtering through the mansion’s tall windows. Elena was still asleep, exhausted from the emotional turmoil of the previous night, the gala, the nightmare.Bernard had checked on her earlier and found her finally sleeping peacefully. He had quietly pulled her curtains closed to block out more light and left strict instructions with the entire household staff: no one was to disturb Miss Elena this morning. She needed rest, and anyone who woke her would answer to him personally.Downstairs in the foyer, Adrian stood near the front door, already dressed for departure. He wore dark wash jeans that fit perfectly, a crisp white Oxford shirt with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows, and a charcoal gray blazer that managed to look casual. His brown leather messenger bag was slung across his body, and his hair was styled in that effortlessly tousled way that probably took twenty minutes to achieve but looked like he had just run his fingers through

CHAPTER THIRTY FIVE: MEDICAL SUGGESTIONS.

Back at the mansion, Elena finally stirred around noon. She blinked against the dim light filtering through her curtains, disoriented for a moment. Her body felt heavy.She reached for her phone immediately, and as the screen lit up, a calendar reminder flashed: Dr. Turner - 12:00 PM - Brain Tumor Consultation. Her heart sank. She had completely forgotten about the appointment in all the chaos of the gala and the nightmare.Elena yawned and stretched her body, working out the stiffness in her shoulders. Just as she was about to swing her legs out of bed, a knock came at the door.“Miss Elena?” Bernard’s voice came through, gentle and respectful. “Are you awake? May I come in?”“Yes,” Elena called, sitting up and pulling the covers around her, suddenly aware she must look terrible.Bernard entered carrying a breakfast tray loaded with food, fresh fruit, buttered toast, scrambled eggs, and a pot of what smelled like chamomile tea. “Good afternoon,” he said with gentle emphasis on the ti

CHAPTER THIRY SIX: CONGRATULATIONS VICTORIA.

“Elena?”Elena’s head snapped up. Standing at the bottom of the escalator, shopping bags from the hospital gift shop in her hands, was Victoria.Her stepsister’s eyes widened with surprise, then immediately narrowed with calculation as she took in Elena, the medical information packet clutched in her hand.“What are you doing here?” Victoria asked as Elena reached the bottom of the escalator, her voice dripping with false concern that didn’t reach her eyes. “Are you sick or something? Is something wrong?”Elena’s mind raced. She quickly tucked the medical packet into her large purse, trying to appear casual even though her heart was pounding. “Just a routine checkup. Nothing serious. What about you?”Victoria’s eyes tracked the movement of Elena hiding the packet, that sharp, predatory smile spreading across her face. “Uh-huh. A routine checkup?” She shifted her shopping bags to one hand, crossing her arms. “That’s interesting. Very interesting.”Elena felt her stomach drop but kept

CHAPTER THIRTY SEVEN: BREAKING POINT.

Elena made it to her car before the shaking started. She climbed into the driver’s seat and gripped the steering wheel so tightly her knuckles turned white, taking deep, shuddering breaths that did nothing to steady her racing heart.Victoria’s pregnancy announcement had struck her like a knife to the chest, sharp and unexpected. She had covered it up with laughter, that had been instinct, self-preservation, refusing to give Victoria the satisfaction of seeing her hurt.But now, alone in her car, the carefully constructed mask crumbled.The baby. Victoria was having George’s baby.And suddenly, without warning, memories came flooding back, not from this timeline, but from her previous life. The night she had found out about their affair, walking in on them in what was supposed to be her home, in what was supposed to be her bed. The betrayal that had shattered her entire world.And then the fall.Elena’s hands flew to her head as a sharp, blinding pain exploded behind her eyes. She scr

CHAPTER THIRTY EIGHT: TELL ME ALL ABOUT ELENA

“So you have met her,” was all she said, her tone impossible to read.Then she turned and walked away down the hall, her posture rigid.“Mom!” Adrian called after her, but she didn’t respond, disappearing around a corner without looking back.Adrian sighed, running his hand through his hair again. “Well, that went about as well as expected.”Amira linked her arm through his and steered him toward the sitting room. “You know how Mom can be about Damien’s choices. She is still not over how big bro chose Mallory against her wish.”“We all know how Damien can be,” Adrian said quietly. “But that doesn’t mean he shouldn’t be able to marry any woman of his choice without mum trying to interfere.”“I know.” Amira pulled him down onto a sofa. “Now stop avoiding my questions and tell me everything about my sister-in-law. I am dying of curiosity. What is she like? Is she really as different from Mallory?”Adrian’s entire expression softened, a genuine smile spreading across his face. “Oh, Amira,

CHAPTER THIRTY NINE: A MOTHER’S PROMISE.

Elena pulled into the garage, her hands still slightly shaky from the medication and the emotional turmoil of the afternoon.She sat in the car for a moment, gathering her strength. Finally, she took a deep breath and stepped out of the car.Inside, the mansion was quiet. Elena walked through the kitchen, acknowledging Bernard’s concerned look with a small smile that she hoped was reassuring, and made her way to the living room.She sank into one of the sofas, letting her head fall back against the cushions, closing her eyes and trying to let the stress drift away from her body. The medication had helped with the physical pain, but the emotional weight of everything, Victoria’s pregnancy, the impending surgery, sat heavy on her chest.She was just starting to relax when she heard the front door open, followed by small footsteps in the foyer.Elena’s eyes opened and she turned, a smile already forming on her face. “Baby! You’re home from school!”But something was wrong.Ethan walked p

CHAPTER FOURTY: CONGRATULATIONS ON BEING A DAD.

Elena was about to carefully extract herself from Ethan’s sleeping embrace when her foot accidentally kicked his school bag, which had been left carelessly on the floor beside the bed. The bag tipped over, and an envelope slid out onto the carpet.Elena paused, looking down at it. She should probably just put it back without looking, it wasn’t her business to go through Ethan’s things. But something about the official looking envelope caught her attention.She gently, carefully shifted Ethan’s weight so he was lying more comfortably on the bed, then reached down and picked up the envelope. The front was addressed to “Parents/Guardians of Ethan Carrington” with the school’s letterhead boldly displayed.Elena hesitated for just a moment, then opened it.Inside was a formal invitation to a PTA meeting scheduled for tomorrow afternoon at 1:30 PM. There was also a note from Ethan’s teacher, Miss Peterson, requesting that at least one parent attend to discuss “recent classroom dynamics and

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