Lahat ng Kabanata ng Reborn: Leave Me Alone, Billionaire Ex: Kabanata 111 - Kabanata 120

Alexander had been a prisoner in his own body for what felt like an eternity. For hours, he had listened to the whirr and beep of machines, the soft footsteps of nurses, the anxious whispers of his parents at his side.Yet though he lay motionless, eyes closed and muscles leaden, a raging torrent of memories, both old and new, washed through his mind.He remembered the violence, of course—the cold rush of pain that cleaved through his abdomen when the knife found its mark, the distant horror of Ophelia’s scream, and the dull, suffocating agony as he collapsed onto the blood-slicked floor. He had fought to stay awake. He had tried to speak, to tell her it would be all right, that he was sorry.But as unconsciousness dragged him under, something inside him shifted. At first, he thought he was dreaming; surreal scenes unfurled behind his eyelids—moments from long ago, words spoken in voices he thought he’d forgotten. His grandmother’s rough laughter. His mother’s half-remembered lullabies

When Alexander kissed Ophelia, he did so with a desperate longing, his lips seeking forgiveness that words alone could never convey. In that fragile moment, the world seemed to hold its breath. His chest ached, not just from the pain of his freshly stitched wounds, but from the immeasurable regret that had taken root in his soul.Barely half a second passed. But Ophelia responded with the certainty of thunder. Her hand snapped up with such precision and force that the sound of the slap ricocheted off the sterile, white hospital walls, sharp as a gunshot.Patients in nearby rooms flinched behind their curtains. Even the ever-composed Robert, who stood a few steps away pretending to study the window, jerked in shock, a coffee cup slipping from his fingers and splattering onto the speckled tile floor.Ophelia’s fury burned in her eyes. “How dare you!” she hissed. Her nostrils flared and her breath trembled with disbelief. “Have you lost your mind, Alexander?”But Alexander, instead of rec

The harsh smell of antiseptic burned Alexander’s nose as he drifted in and out of painful consciousness. Bright surgical lights flashed above, fuzzy and indistinct, as masked faces spoke in hurried tones around him. Somewhere, at the edge of the chaos, Catherine’s trembling sobs rose and fell, growing distant, then close again.Time lost all meaning after the second operation. Alexander’s world became a blur of morphine-fueled dreams, the beeping of monitors, and the icy burn of IV fluid seeping into his veins. He hovered in a gray liminal space—alive, but hollowed out, haunted by images of Ophelia’s furious eyes and the blood on her hands. He saw her again and again as he’d last seen her: with a gaze sharp enough to cut flesh.When he finally clawed his way back to consciousness, everything felt heavy, as if his veins ran thick with sorrow rather than blood. The first sensation was a gentle but frantic grip on his right hand. Cold, clammy, and desperate.“A-Alex…! Alex, darling, can y

Yet despite Ophelia’s glacial demeanor, Alexander refused to give up. That wounded pride he’d once carried so high was nowhere to be found now; in its place was humility—humility edged with desperation.Still seated across from them, wincing as he shifted to ease his wounds, Alexander called out softly, “Ophelia, please…”His tone was different now—devoid of command, thick with pleading. Marcus flicked his eyes up, surprised by the transformation. In all the time he’d known Alexander, he’d never seen him like this. The legendary Alexander was said to be proud, imperious, even cruel at times. But here he was, reduced to beseeching this unyielding woman for even a scrap of her attention.Ophelia, however, was cold steel. She didn’t bother sparing Alexander a glance. Instead, after a brief pause in which her lips curled into a faintly scornful line, she turned all her attention to Marcus again.“If you’re finished,” she said briskly, “do you want anything else? Perhaps a snack?”Marcus bl

“I brought you something cheerful,” She looked from him to Alexander, warmth and concern in her gaze. “And I was just about to ask—have you both eaten?”Marcus, always one to downplay his own pain, managed a fleeting smile in response. His cheeks were a bit more hollow than usual, his pallor offset by the harsh, white hospital sheets.“Thank you, Hannah. I have, actually Ophelia made sure I did.” He nodded toward a covered tray on the bedside table, then fixed his gaze teasingly on Alexander. “Although, I suspect Alexander hasn’t eaten yet. You know how he is, always sulking when he’s hungry. Maybe you ought to feed him—take good care of him, will you?”At this, Alexander’s gaze flickered in annoyance. His jaw tightened ever so slightly, and for a moment he stared at Hannah with a blank, almost chilling detachment. Usually, his eyes lit up with a boyish affection upon seeing her, but today there was only a flat, cold dismissal in them.“I don’t need anyone to take care of me,” he said,