All Chapters of Reborn: Leave Me Alone, Billionaire Ex: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

“She’s such a beautiful girl,” Grandma said cheerfully, clasping her hands together. “If you two had a child, Marcus, I swear, that baby would be so stunning they could do anything they wanted in New York.”Marcus gave a polite chuckle, tilting his head with a soft smile. “Let’s not get too far ahead of ourselves, Grandma.”But the words made Alexander’s jaw tighten. The image of Marcus and Ophelia with a child—it felt like an absurd joke. She had just become an adult. And yet here they were, planning great-grandchildren.Without a word, Alexander turned on his heel and stormed upstairs. His footsteps echoed sharply against the wooden stairs.In his room, the air was colder, darker. He yanked his phone off the table and called Robert.“Come here. Now,” he ordered flatly.Not long after, Robert entered the room, closing the door behind him.Alexander didn’t waste time. “I want everything on Marcus’s trip. Where he’s taking her, when, who’s going with them. Every detail.”Robert blinked

The door creaked shut behind Alexander as he stepped into the villa, the click echoing in the dimly lit space. His eyes immediately locked onto the wine bottle on the table—uncorked, half empty—and the fragile glass dangling from Ophelia’s trembling fingers.His chest tightened.“Ophelia?” he called out, his voice laced with a concern that surprised even himself. He hadn't expected to find her like that. A knot of unease tightened in his stomach.She was standing, but just barely. Her posture wavered, her eyes glassy and unfocused, blinking slow and disoriented like she couldn’t quite see straight. Her lips were parted, flushed from more than just alcohol. The air around her seemed to vibrate with a strange energy, something beyond simple inebriation.He moved toward her instinctively, his hand outstretched, a silent question in his gaze. “What the hell happened to you? Did someone—”He stopped short, his mind racing through a dozen grim possibilities. Had she been attacked? Drugged? T

The soft golden lights of the courtyard glowed warmly against the chill of night, casting long, dancing shadows.Laughter echoed from the lounging area where Alexander’s group had gathered. Elara was sipping wine while Vincent recounted some ridiculous story with boisterous gestures and Wren smiled sweetly as if the afternoon’s terrifying events had never happened, as if she hadn’t played a part in Ophelia’s undoing.Ophelia spotted her as soon as she got outside. Her jaw clenched, a muscle jumping in her temple. The pieces of the puzzle, painstakingly collected, now formed a clear, damning picture. The untouched water glass, Wren’s unexpected visit, the lingering effects of the drug.Without a word, she stepped forward, her heels clicking loudly across the stone tiles, each clicking a drumbeat announcing her arrival, her silent fury. The laughter faded the moment they saw her approach, the joyous atmosphere dying a sudden, unnatural death.Wren’s smile faltered, replaced by a tinge of

Ophelia’s cold and absolute rejection of Alexander, the scathing declaration that she would rather be with any man, even kiss a drunk monkey, than him struck him like a physical blow. His expression, previously a mask of cool amusement, darkened instantly.His lips pressed into a thin, white line, his jaw tightening almost imperceptibly as the color drained from his face. The brutal frankness of her words, delivered so publicly and with such undeniable disdain, landed with the force of a slap, cutting through the stunned silence of the courtyard.It became painfully clear to everyone present, especially to Vincent, the underlying reason for Ophelia’s desperate self-inflicted pain. She hadn't hurt herself merely to protect her physical purity, but primarily to avoid any forced intimacy or, worse, any perceived association with Alexander.The undeniable fact of Alexander’s public and humiliating rejection visibly unsettled Vincent, stripping away his usual nonchalance.Vincent, suddenly

Ophelia’s smirk only widened, a sharp, mocking thing. “Why not? Isn’t this precisely the part where the valiant hero jumps in and saves the poor, helpless girl from the monster?”“I’m not interested in interfering with your little display of revenge,” he said, brushing past her with an air of profound disdain, as if she were beneath his notice.In Ophelia’s mind, the thought was a bitter, yet deeply satisfying realization: In this life, Wren never saved him from that fire. So he doesn't owe her any kindness.Hannah stepped forward again.“You can’t keep her locked in there, Ophelia! She’s… she’s your family!”“And she drugged me, Hannah,” Ophelia snapped, stepping directly in front of the locked door, blocking it completely with her body. Her eyes, cold and unwavering, met Hannah’s. “Touch that handle, Hannah, and I promise you, you’ll become my enemy.”Hannah clenched her fists at her sides, her body trembling with frustration and fear. “What she did was absolutely wrong, Ophelia, I ag