All Chapters of Reborn to Ruin Her Husband : Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

100 Chapters

mask of sanity

Maya’s POVI was sitting on the edge of the hard hospital bed, rocking my body back and forth. My hair was a mess, and I had spent the last hour practicing my stare. I had to look like I was seeing ghosts in the corners of the room.The door opened. I didn't look up. I began to hum a nursery rhyme, making my voice crack and tremble. "Maya?"I didn't answer. I kept humming, louder this time. I felt a shadow fall over me. "My name is Doctor Malik," a new voice said. It wasn't the regular doctor. This man sounded younger, and he didn't have that boring, tired tone that the other doctors had. "I’m here for a surprise inspection of the wing. I just need to check your vitals and I’ll be on my way."I felt his hand reach for my wrist. I jerked my arm away, letting out a small, high-pitched scream. "Don't touch me! The birds... they have needles in their beaks! Thea sent them!" "Thea?" the doctor asked. He sat down on the small plastic chair next to the bed. "Who is Thea, Maya?" "The

forget me not

Maya Sterling sat on the edge of her narrow cot, her face buried in her hands. The high court had rejected her medical appeal the day before. The doctors had called her a liar, the judge had laughed at her lawyers, and the guards had dragged her out of the clean, quiet hospital wing back to this gray cell.She was completely distraught. Her father was in the men’s block across the courtyard, and her mother was three doors down, screaming into her pillow every night. The family corporation was gone. The court had already started the legal paperwork to transfer their mansion and their private bank accounts directly to Thea as compensation for the poisoning scandal.Maya had nothing left. She had no money, no friends, and no future. She was facing fifteen to twenty years in a high-security prison.“There has to be a way," Maya muttered to herself, her fingernails biting into her palms. "There has to be someone left."Then, she remembered the rumors she had heard from her lawyer during

Camellias

The morning sun was just starting to climb over the city skyline when I walked into the corner office of The Daily Herald. The building was already waking up. In the main hallway outside, young reporters were carrying paper cups of hot coffee, and the sound of digital printers hummed through the walls.Because I was the sole owner of the network now, nobody questioned me. Emily Duvall walked through the heavy wooden doors of my suite at exactly 8:00 AM. She was wearing the same plain gray pantsuit from two days ago, but her eyes were bloodshot. She carried a thick, yellow folder tightly under her arm. The moment she entered, she closed the door behind her and leaned her back against the wood, letting out a long, shaky breath. "Did you stay at the hotel like I told you to?" I asked, sitting behind my glass desk. "Yes," Emily said, walking over and placing the yellow folder right in the center of my desk. "I didn't use my cards. I paid cash at a small place near the train station.

two folds

THEA’s POV The morning rushed past in a blur of ringing telephones, shouting editors, and the constant clicking of computer keyboards. After Emily left my office, I didn’t let myself sit and stare at the locked safe. I couldn’t afford to look distracted. In a news building, people notice every change in your mood, and a single rumor can ruin weeks of careful planning.I spent three hours in the main newsroom, reviewing the final page drafts for the late-afternoon edition. I stood by the big wooden layout table, pointing out errors in the local crime section and approving the font sizes for the business columns.By two in the afternoon, the noise became too much. My head was throbbing from the bright fluorescent lights and the smell of fresh ink. I told my assistant to cancel my remaining afternoon phone calls and walked back into my private office, locking the heavy door behind me.The silence of the room felt like a cool cloth against my skin. I sank into my leather chair, letting

a quiet evening

THEA’s POV The next day was a Saturday, and for the first time in months, the newsroom was quiet. I stayed home. This afternoon, the heavy rain outside made the large library feel surprisingly warm and cozy. A large fire was crackling in the stone hearth, casting a soft, orange glow over the floor-to-ceiling bookshelves. The sound of rain tapping against the high glass windows was steady and peaceful. I was sitting in the middle of the large plush sofa, my legs tucked under a thick, cream-colored wool blanket. On my lap was a book I had been wanting to read for weeks, a simple history novel that had nothing to do with corporate law, stock markets, or the Sterling family. For just a few hours, I wanted to forget about the folders locked in my office safe. I wanted to just breathe. The heavy wooden door of the library clicked open quietly. I looked up from my page and saw Elias walking into the room. He was wearing a soft, oversized gray sweater with the sleeves rolled up to hi

My Insecure husband

THEA’s POV Monday morning arrived with a clear, cold sky that did nothing to warm the stone walls of the house. The sweet, cozy peace of the rainy Saturday was completely gone, replaced by the usual stiff routine. Elias had left for an early meeting at the central bank before I even woke up, leaving a short, handwritten note on his pillow telling me to eat a warm breakfast.By nine o'clock, I was sitting behind my desk at The Daily Herald. The heavy glass vase of white camellias was still tucked away in the corner behind the large fern, but its light, sweet scent seemed to fill every inch of the small office. Every time the door opened, a fresh breeze carried the smell toward me, acting as a constant reminder that Darius Manchester was moving his pieces across the board.I was in the middle of reviewing the weekly payroll sheets when a loud, heavy sound echoed down the hallway. It wasn't the regular sound of running reporters or busy editors. It was the sharp, angry thud of expensi

Previously

The grand conference room at the City Development Office was packed with people. Every major business leader in the city sat around the long mahogany table. The meeting was about the Southern District construction contract, the biggest project of the year, and every company wanted a piece of it.Elias Vane sat at the head of the table for his family’s team. He had spent the last two hours arguing over bidding numbers and land rights. But his eyes were mostly fixed on the man sitting directly across from him: Darius Manchester.Throughout the entire presentation, the tension between them was thick enough to cut with a knife. Every time Elias made a point about the Vane shipping lines, Darius countered it with a better option from Manchester International. They went back and forth, shooting cold glances at each other, refusing to back down until the government officials finally called an end to the meeting.Once the room cleared out, Elias walked toward the private executive elevators

Stripped bare

THEA’s POV The small conference room at the State Prosecutor’s office was completely silent except for the sharp scratch of a fountain pen. The room felt cold and small, with gray walls and a single window looking out over the rainy streets of the city. There were no expensive leather chairs or fancy marble decorations here. I sat at one side of the long wooden table. My lawyer sat to my left, his fingers neatly tapping a thick stack of blue legal folders. Across from us sat three state prosecutors and the two people who had made my childhood a living hell: Arthur and Beatrice Sterling.They looked completely different from the proud, wealthy aristocrats I had known all my life. Arthur’s expensive gray suit looked loose on his shoulders, and his hair was messy. Beatrice didn't have her diamond necklaces or her perfect makeup. Her face looked pale and wrinkled under the harsh fluorescent lights. Their daughter, Maya, wasn't in the room. Because of her violent actions and the high

Out there

THEA’s POV Elias’s voice cut through my panic. He had been waiting in the outer lobby for the meeting to finish. Before my lawyer could explain what happened, Elias was by my side. He dropped to his knees next to my chair, his large, strong hands grabbing my wrists and gently pulling my hands away from my face.When he saw my tear-stained cheeks and my wide, terrified eyes, his own face filled with a mixture of shock and intense panic. "What did they do to her?" Elias roared, turning his head to glare at the prosecutors with a terrifying fury. "What did you let them say to my wife?" “Mr. Vane, it was a personal matter," the prosecutor stammered, raising his hands. "The defendants made some unauthorized statements before we could remove them."Elias didn't listen to them anymore. He turned all his attention back to me. He stood up, wrapping his long, heavy arms around my shaking shoulders and lifting me completely out of the chair. He pulled me tightly against his chest, tucking

shade from the past

Thea’s POV The gates of the Vane mansion closed with a deep, echoing thud that sounded exactly like a cell door locking. Outside, the rain was still pouring down, washing over the black gravel driveway. Inside, the house was dead silent. Elias didn’t let go of my arm from the moment we left the car. He guided me up the grand marble staircase, his grip firm but not painful, his eyes darting to every window and every corner of the hallway. "You’re staying with me in the main suite," Elias said, his voice rough and breathless as he pushed open the heavy double doors of his private bedroom. I didn’t argue. I didn't have the strength to. My mind was completely numb, the words of Beatrice Sterling repeating over and over inside my head like a broken record. >>You’re a nobody. A nameless bastard we took in from the gutter. Nobody loved you. Even your real parents threw you away. I walked over to the edge of the large bed and sat down, my knees feeling too weak to hold my weight. I st

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