All Chapters of The Billionaire's Reborn Bride. : Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

At the Morgan house, Patricia was restless, she could not bring herself to sleep .She paced back and forth in the room in her silk robe, phone pressed to her ear. She was on a call."Why did you not release what I sent you?, you missed the perfect opportunity."The voice on the other end was unmoved. "Ma'am, you watched the press conference. You saw how Mr. Carrington traced the company and found the individual who circulated the video.""And so what? You are the media.""Unless you have the power to hire me and guarantee my job after I lose it, do not call me again about this." A pause. "I still need my position." The line went dead.Patricia pulled the phone from her ear and stared at it."He..." She pressed her lips together. "That fool hung up on me."She stood still for a moment, her chest rising and falling. She was failing at controlling her own emotions.She walked to the window."It doesn't matter," she said quietly, to no one. Her reflection stared back at her from the glas

Mr. Walters walked her to his office when the worst of it had passed, sat her down, and found the first aid kit in the bottom drawer of his cabinet. He cleaned the cut on her forehead.She sat quietly throughout the whole process.When he finished, she looked up at him. Her eyes were red, she had calmed down."Who is she? The bitch he married?""Language young lady". Her father rebuked her lightly.“I’m sorry, who is the woman he got married to?”“I don’t know Candace”"Dad." She held his gaze. "I know you well enough. You looked into it."He looked at her for a long moment. Then he reached into his desk drawer and placed a folder on the desk.She picked it up.She read slowly at first, then her eyes began to move faster across the pages. A small company, a low class.By the last page, there was a smile on Candace's face.She closed the folder."I will take my leave now, daddy." She stood, smoothed her outfit, and pressed a brief kiss to her father's cheek. "I'm sorry about your meeti

Earlier that morning. Candace after leaving her father’s company.In the car, her eyes were on the window but her mind was somewhere else entirely, turning over the contents of the file her father had handed her.She tapped one finger slowly against her knee."Maybe I should go pay him a visit." She said to herself. "I might as well see his new wife while I'm at it."She looked at the driver's reflection in the rearview mirror. She gave him an address.He adjusted course without comment.***************************************************************************************They soon arrived at Damien’s place.Candace had been here before, not many times. She walked in, she still remembered some places.The butler appeared almost immediately from the far corridor, and when he saw her, something warm moved across his face."Young miss." Bernard greeted. "You are back in the country.""Old man Bernard." Candace smiled. She had always liked Bernard. He had been the butler at the Carringt

The stone struck the back of his head with a sickening thud.Pain spread through his skull, he staggered forward.For a second he felt the warmth of the blood trickling down the back of his neck. His hand went to the spot, his fingers had pressed against the place where the skin had split, and when he pulled them away and brought them to where he could see them, they were wet and smeared with blood.His vision blurred, his knees gave way, making his legs weak.He slumped against Elena, one arm falling heavy across her waist as she staggered beneath him, trying to carry his weight. They fell together to the ground, Elena going down with him.She managed to sit up while holding onto him carefully, her hands pressed against the back of his head where the blood was gushing out with a speed and volume that frightened her."Oh God." She looked at her hands, at the blood coating her palms, she pressed harder against the wound, her fingers splaying wide as though her hands alone could hold bac

A few hours after Elena had left the hospital, in the ICU.The world slowly began to return. The rhythmic beeping of a monitor, the soft hum of medical equipment. Muffled voices somewhere beyond his awareness. Then came the pain.It began at the base of his skull, a deep, crushing ache throbbed at the back of his head, pulsing with every heartbeat. It felt as though a heavy weight had been lodged inside his skull.The slightest attempt he tried to make, made the pain flare sharply, he stopped.His eyelids felt shockingly heavy. He applied pressure, his eyes managed to open a little.The bright hospital lights immediately made him wince. A low groan escaped his throat. Everything was blurry, the room tilted slightly.He tried to lift his hand toward his head but his arms were too weak to move."Sir?"The movement caught the attention of the nurse who had just entered the room carrying a tray. She had come for a routine post operation check, to monitor his vital signs, assess his neurol