All Chapters of Reborn: Leave Me Alone, Billionaire Ex: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Ophelia stood out like a star wrapped in silk. Her dress clung to her curves, its tight silhouette accentuating her hourglass figure, and the daring slit down her thigh added just the right amount of boldness to her elegance. Her glossy black hair was pinned up with loose strands framing her face, making her every expression look like something straight out of a dream.The man beside her, Liam Hartwell was the perfect complement to her striking beauty. His black tuxedo fit him like a second skin, and the richness of his cologne mingled with the scent of her perfume, creating a new, intoxicating combination.He held her waist gently, his large, warm hand settling on the small of her back with respectful ease.As they danced, he leaned in slightly and said in a low, rich voice, “I must admit… I didn’t expect you to ask me for a dance, Miss Harvey.”Ophelia tilted her head, her smile soft but calculated. “Is that so? Why not?”“You seem like someone who always has a plan,” he said, his ga

The next morning, sunlight spilled into her studio. Her room was laced with the soft scent of rose petals and sandalwood, her table cluttered with beakers, tiny jars, and dried flowers. She stood in a loose cotton shirt, her sleeves rolled up, skin glowing with the faint sheen of effort.She was working on a fresh batch, trying to perfect the subtle layers of a new perfume base.She held the tester strip under her nose and paused, taking in the scent. Too sharp. She grabbed a small vial and adjusted the ratio.That’s when she glanced at the edge of her table and noticed the calendar.Her breath caught.Today was the last day of submission for the Bliss Perfume Competition.Her fingers went cold. She hadn't finalized her entry, and worse, she hadn't even contacted the company directly.This was her dream—a serious entry into the industry. Not just hobbyist creation in a private lab. This was her only chance to step out of Alexander’s shadow, to show the world she wasn’t just someone’s e

When Ophelia stepped into the living room, the first thing she noticed was the uncomfortable air and her happy mood turned foul.Seated gracefully on the long velvet couch was Eleanor Gray, her posture regal, a porcelain teacup balanced delicately between her fingers. Next to her sat Alexander, towering and sharp in a dark suit, one leg crossed over the other, looking like he owned the world. His expression was cold and proud, the same as always—untouchable, arrogant, and dismissive.At the opposite end, her father and mother were offering polite smiles, serving tea with a forced warmth."Ah, Ophelia, you're here," Eleanor said, setting her teacup down with a sweet smile. "Alexander came to apologize to you."Ophelia paused, her eyes locking with Alexander’s. He didn’t even try to hide the guilty that flashed for a brief second before it melted into a blank and formal look as if he was trained to do that for years.Apologize? Him? She almost laughed.Instead, she smiled sweetly and wal

Wren stood frozen, her mouth slightly agape as if she had been slapped. The usual calm and meek Ophelia she could easily manipulate was gone and what stood before her now was a completely different woman.Ophelia's expression didn’t change at all.“Get out,” she yelled. She lifted her hand and pointed directly at the door. “You’ve overstayed your welcome.”Wren blinked rapidly, masking her panic with a weak smile. “Ophelia, don’t be like this…I’ve never been angry at you. No matter what, I still think of you as my sister.”Ophelia let out a cold humorless laugh.“Sister?” She tilted her head, eyes gleaming with mockery. “Wren, I’d rather have a snake slither into my bed than call you my sister. At least a snake doesn’t pretend to love me while poisoning me behind my back.”The smile on Wren’s face cracked.“Get out,” Ophelia repeated, her tone now sharper, deadlier. “While I still have the patience not to drag you out myself.”Wren tried to speak again, but the words caught in her thro

Alexander stood in the corridor, fists clenched, watching them walk away shoulder to shoulder, speaking softly to each other. Ophelia's soft smile, the ease in her expression, made something shady stir in his chest.He didn’t like it.What was this feeling?It wasn't jealousy…or maybe it was. But it felt like an itch under his skin, something clawing to get out. He wanted to rip them apart, drag Ophelia back, and demand why did she look at him like that.He tried to tell himself it was nothing and he shouldn't care but that was a lie.Watching her walk away with someone else, especially Marcus, infuriated him to no end.His chest rose and fell, trying to keep control. He had to restrain himself. Every part of him screamed to go after them, to yank Marcus away from her. He stood frozen, lips pressed in a hard line, jaw tight, and hands shaking.He couldn’t understand why it hurt this much when it wasn’t supposed to.He turned sharply, storming away, the image of them burned into his eye