All Chapters of Reborn: Leave Me Alone, Billionaire Ex: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

After Marcus was helped back into his lavish room, his club friends, sensing the heavy atmosphere, quickly made their excuses and left, eager to escape the palpable tension.Ophelia and Alexander followed Marcus into the room. Marcus, with a theatrical sigh, settled onto the edge of the plush bed.Ophelia, her concern for Marcus genuine despite her earlier irritation with his antics, sat on the edge of the bed near him."How do you feel, Marcus?" she asked softly, her gaze taking in his pale face and the bandaged leg. "Does it hurt very much?"Marcus, seizing the opportunity to tease Alexander even more, took her hand with a dramatically wronged expression, his eyes wide and innocent. "It hurts, Ophelia. It hurts very, very much. The pain is unbearable." He leaned closer, his voice dropping to a pathetic whine. "Ophelia, will you... will you stay here to accompany me tonight? I'm not feeling well at all right now, and I just... I don't want to be alone."Hearing Marcus's utterly transp

The hallway outside the luxurious hospital room was cast in a soft amber glow from the strategically placed overhead lights.Ophelia stepped out of the room, gently pulling the door shut behind her with a quiet click. Inside, Marcus was finally asleep. She had stayed by his side until his eyes had finally closed.But now, out in the quiet solitude of the corridor, her chest felt impossibly tight, a leaden weight pressing against her ribs. The suffocating burden of the evening—the insidious trap, the exhausting arguments, the relentless tension with Alexander.She desperately needed air, just a few minutes of unobstructed breathing space, a moment of reprieve from the emotional tempest.She padded softly down the hallway. Her arms were wrapped tightly around herself, a self-protective gesture against the slight chill in the night air.And then she stopped, abruptly.Alexander was already there. He stood by the railing, silhouetted against the city lights, a cigarette held loosely betwee

The luxury RV rolled through the wrought-iron gates of Gray Mansion.Two house staff members rushed out to open the doors.“Welcome home, Master Marcus, Master Alexander,” one of them said politely.Marcus gave a tired wave, but his attention was on Ophelia, who was already stepping out and circling to his side. She opened the door before the staff could and held out her hand to help him.“You don’t need to—” Marcus started.“Don’t argue,” she interrupted, her tone firm but gentle. “You’re injured. Take the help.”With a small chuckle and flushed ears, Marcus relented. He leaned into her, letting her carefully help him out of the RV.Alexander followed, his jaw clenched as he watched Ophelia fuss over Marcus. She was holding his elbow, steadying his balance, murmuring under her breath in that calm, bossy way of hers, the way she used to talk to him once. A warmth that now seemed reserved for someone else.As they entered the cool marble foyer, Alexander couldn’t keep it in anymore.“I’

Hours blurred into one another, the elaborate script on the pages eventually blurring before her tired eyes. A yawn escaped her, and she stretched, her muscles protesting the prolonged stillness.The thought of going back to Gray Mansion, and the even longer night of restless thoughts, was unappealing. No, tonight, she would simply stay here, in the quiet embrace of her grandmother's house.With a final, weary sigh, she closed the weighty book she'd been reading and made her way out of the library, down the grand staircase. She reached the landing, about to turn towards the guest wing, when a figure caught her eye in the living room below.Her heart, which had just begun to settle into a rhythm of peace, lurched violently. Alexander was seated casually on one of the sofas. The sight of him made her angry."What are you doing here?" Her voice was sharper than she intended.He looked up, his expression unreadable, a faint, almost imperceptible smile playing on his lips. "Waiting for you

"No," Ophelia declared, her voice firm, cutting through Sam's despair. She knelt beside him, her hand gripping his arm, a steady anchor in his storm of misery. "No, Sam, it's not over. Not by a long shot."A chilling sense of déjà vu washed over her, an icy wave of recognition. This is exactly how it happened in the past life. The accusation of domestic violence, the public shaming, the calculated maneuver by Ruby to free herself for Daniel.It was playing out with terrifying precision, a pre-recorded tragedy. But this time, she was here. This time, she knew the script. And this time, she would tear it up."You don't have to be scared. We will fight this. You didn't do anything wrong, and we will prove it. I’ll hire the best lawyer in the country. We’ll expose Ruby’s lies for what they are. She won't get away with this."Alexander, watching the exchange from across the room, felt a familiar pang of bitterness twist in his gut. The unadulterated protectiveness Ophelia displayed towards