All Chapters of Reborn: Leave Me Alone, Billionaire Ex: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

The lights sparkled overhead, casting a golden glow across the marble floors and crystal chandeliers. The band played a soft melody as waiters glided through the crowd with trays of champagne. Everyone was happy.Her mother, Sandra, was beaming with pride beside Philip, their fingers interlaced. Her brother leaned against a pillar, watching with a teasing smile. The crowd’s eyes sparkled with envy and admiration.Everyone…Except Wren, who stood stiffly with a fake smile plastered on her face. Her eyes kept flickering toward Ophelia and Alexander.And Alexander, he stood beside her like a prince carved from arrogance and obsession.He leaned down, his voice low in her ear. “Let’s see how arrogant you act once your father announces it.”She turned her head toward him, lips curving in a smile that should’ve scared him. Before he could recover, Ophelia stepped forward.“Dad, please wait,” she said gently, cutting off Philip just as he lifted the mic.The room quieted again. All heads turne

Suddenly, a sharply dressed man with sleek dark hair approached them, confidence radiating from his every step. He bowed slightly and extended a silver-edged business card to Ophelia.“For you, Miss Harvey. I’m Theodore Pierce, from Pierce Holdings. I’d be honored to take you out sometime.”Alexander rolled his eyes and muttered under his breath, “Of course…”To his disbelief, Ophelia smiled and accepted the card without hesitation. “Thank you, Mr. Pierce. I’ll keep it in mind.”That small smile opened the floodgates.Within moments, several more men—young heirs, business elites, and foreign dignitaries—flocked toward her, each more eager than the last. They handed her cards, complimented her elegance, and congratulated her for having such poise and courage to break off an engagement so publicly.“She deserves someone better than Gray,” one whispered to another.“She’s bold, smart, and beautiful—any man would be lucky to have her.”Some of the family elders, older businessmen whose eye

After the loud, stinging slap, time seemed to freeze in the lavish lounge.Alexander stood perfectly still.His cheek burned hot from the impact, the echo of her palm still ringing in his ears. His mind couldn’t immediately process what had just happened.He, Alexander Gray, the cold-blooded heir of one of New York’s most powerful empires had just been slapped by a woman. And not just any woman. Ophelia Harvey.The same Ophelia who used to cling to him like a moth to flame.The same Ophelia who once stared at him with adoration in her eyes, who flinched at his frown and smiled at his praise.The same Ophelia who, just a night ago, had tricked him into going to that hotel, desperately trying to please him.But now…now her eyes burned with hatred.Pure, unfiltered hatred.His gaze narrowed as he slowly turned to look at her. His voice, usually low and velvety, cracked with restrained fury. “How dare you…”Ophelia met his glare without blinking.“I dare,” she said coolly, wiping her lips

Wren’s expression changed immediately when she sensed the tension increasing. She stepped forward hurriedly making her voice with false worry."Ophelia, you shouldn’t treat us like this. Hannah and I…we're innocent. We would never hurt you. Why would you even think Alexander would marry Hannah?"She paused deliberately, sneaking a shy glance at Alexander’s cold face before slowly walking over to Ophelia. In a move that looked natural to outsiders but felt deeply rehearsed, she clutched Ophelia’s arm gently, as if trying to "bring her back to her senses.""And besides," Wren added sweetly. "Alexander loves you, Ophelia. You’re the one he wants. If you call off this marriage, where are you ever going to find such a good man again?"Her words were soft and coaxing, the kind that once would have shaken Ophelia’s insecurities. The kind that once had worked but not anymore.Ophelia stared down at the hand gripping her arm. Her fingers twitched with the overwhelming urge to slap Wren across h

After breakfast, Ophelia quietly slipped out of the house and headed to her small studio across town. The sun streamed through the wide windows, casting a warm, golden glow over the neat shelves lined with tiny glass bottles, dried petals, and ancient recipe books.Here, away from the constant pressure of the Gray family and society’s judging eyes, she was simply herself. Not a daughter, not a a puppet for marriage alliances, just a girl who loved the art of scent.She tied her hair up in a loose bun and pulled on a lab coat, grinning slightly at how official it made her look. The familiar and soothing aroma of roses, vanilla, and sandalwood welcomed her, immediately calming the lingering frustration from breakfast.On one side of the room, her pride and joy sat on a small velvet-covered table— the Gulab perfume she had crafted herself. A soft, intoxicating scent of pure roses, with a hidden, sultry musk undertone. It wasn’t just another floral fragrance. It could linger on skin, sink