All Chapters of Reborn: Leave Me Alone, Billionaire Ex: Chapter 151 - Chapter 160

The silence in Alexander’s office stretched, thick and heavy with unspoken truths. Marcus, who had always prided himself on his cool composure, felt a bead of sweat trickle down his temple. The casual confidence in Alexander’s voice was unnerving, far more unsettling than any outright threat. He forced a strained laugh, a weak, hollow sound that barely filled the vast space.Marcus scoffed, rolling his eyes as if Alexander had told a bad joke. “You sound like you’ve been watching too many movies. This is real life, Alexander. And in this life, she’s with me.”Inwardly, though, Marcus couldn't deny the unsettling ring of truth in Alexander’s words. He had been so focused on winning Ophelia's heart, on being the good, reliable man she deserved, that he had conveniently ignored the complexities of her emotions. He knew her laughter with him sometimes didn't quite reach her eyes. He knew her gentle touch often felt like a carefully practiced gesture of gratitude, not a spontaneous act of a

The soft, worn leather of the armchair did little to soothe the fire in Wren’s veins. She sat alone in the quiet solitude of her study, the silence a living, suffocating thing that only amplified the rage that was a constant, living presence in her heart. Her once-polished image, a carefully constructed fortress of grace and charm, was in shambles.She had been a ghost in her own social circle for the past week, a pariah whispered about in hushed, cruel tones. The whispers were a thousand times more painful than a slap. They were a testament to a truth she could not, would not, accept. The Harvey family, once her unwavering patrons, had begun doubting her. The cold silence from them was a deafening indictment.She balled her fists, the soft leather of the armchair a sharp, painful thing beneath her fingers. She cursed Ophelia, the name a venomous, guttural growl in her throat. She blamed her, foolishly, irrationally, for Danny’s downfall. She had thought using Danny would be a quick, c

As Ophelia ate, the quiet gravity of the little bistro pressed in. For her, it was a lifeline of bread and melted cheese, a warm anchor in a day that had nearly drowned her. For Alexander, each bite she took stitched together a tapestry of memory and loss he’d thought he’d buried long ago.He stole glances at her between sips of wine, his eyes tracing the curve of her jaw, the way the lamplight gilded her cheekbones. She looked softer now, hunger momentarily dissolving the hard edge of her annoyance. But her gaze, once it lifted, was distant—an icy sea he could not cross.He remembered vividly their first life. Ophelia had always followed him in those days, trailing behind with an uncertain smile, her perfume clinging to the halls and gardens like gentle sunlight. She’d been sweet, naive—almost simple in her devotion. Alexander, reckless and self-assured, had barely noticed, his eyes fixed on other horizons. Looking back, the memory tasted bitter and sour. He’d hurt her with indifferen

The taxi app spun uselessly on Ophelia’s phone, mocking her in glowing blue and white. The rain intensified, soaking through her coat and blurring the world like a smeared watercolor. She shifted uncomfortably, every cell in her body vibrating with impatience and chill. Just when she considered braving the downpour and walking home, a deep voice cut through the curtain of noise.“Excuse me,” said the man approaching, handsome and confident in a tailored coat, his umbrella tilted at just the right angle to keep his hair perfectly dry. He lingered at a careful distance, eyes roaming over her with admiring intent. “I’ve been watching you for a while, and… I just had to introduce myself. Can I get your number?”Ophelia blinked, taken aback. She didn't think of approached like this, certainly not on a rainy, miserable night, looking like a drowned cat after her shift in the lab. Her cheeks flushed, partially from embarrassment, partially from annoyance at this bold stranger. She opened her

Over the next few days, Ophelia immersed herself completely in perfume competition preparations, refusing any distractions. She shut herself inside her grandma’s residence’s private studio, the wide table covered with rows of tiny bottles, pipettes, and slips of testing paper. Morning sunlight streamed through the tall windows, catching faint glimmers from the glass vials as she carefully measured drops, blending and testing.Every so often, Rose , the housekeeper, would peek in with a tray of food only to sigh when Ophelia barely touched it. Her notebooks filled with sketches, formulas, and revisions, each page proof of her determination.But Alexander refused to give up.The first time, he sent a bouquet of white lilies, her favorites from years ago. The maid carried them in nervously, placing them on the side table. Ophelia paused, stared at them for a moment, then set down her pen.“Take them away,” she said coldly.The maid hesitated. “Miss, they’re—”“I said take them away.” Her