All Chapters of Reborn to Ruin Her Husband : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

ELIAS’s POVThe iron gates of the Sterling compound opened slowly as if they didn't want me there. I didn't wait for the security guards to greet me. I slammed my car into park and stepped out, the engine still ticking with heat.My chest felt like it was full of jagged glass. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw Thea.And now, she was probably sitting in a padded room because I wasn't fast enough to stop a piece of paper."Elias! I knew you couldn't stay away."Maya was standing on the grand porch, leaning against a white pillar. She had changed into a silk dress that left very little to the imagination. She held a glass of wine in her hand, looking like she hadn't just tried to kidnap her own sister an hour ago.I walked up the stairs, my footsteps heavy. I didn't look at her face. I didn't want to take an accidental look at her body. To me, she was just an obstacle in my way."Where is Arthur?" I barked.Maya didn't flinch. Instead, she took a slow sip of her wine and stepped closer.

ELIAS’s POV The sun was barely up, but the air in my study was thick with the smell of cold coffee and paper. Three of the highest paid lawyers in the country sat around my desk, their eyes tired and red. I had been up all night. My skin felt tight with a rage that hadn't slept since I watched the silver gates of the clinic close behind Thea."Give me something," I growled, slamming my hand onto the desk. "There has to be a hole in that document. My wife signed it under duress. Her father threatened her. That makes it void!"The head lawyer, a man who usually never flinched, looked down at his tablet. "Sir, we’ve looked at it from every angle. The document was signed three years ago. It’s been sitting in a state archive. To prove duress now, we would need a trial that could last a year. In the eyes of the law, Arthur Sterling is still her primary medical guardian until a judge says otherwise.""A year?" I stood up so fast my chair hit the wall with a crack. "She is in a room with pe

MAYA’S POVThe luxury SUV tore down the highway as my mother, Beatrice, pushed the engine to its limit. My hands were shaking, not from fear, but from a hot, burning rage. "I can’t believe this!" I screamed, slamming my fist against the leather dashboard. "Scott Beckett? That boring, weak man? How did he even find out about the rule? He doesn’t have the brains to look through old property deeds!""It has to be Elias," my mother hissed, her eyes fixed on the road. Her face was tight, the skin pulled back in a way that made her look like a predator. "He must have said something to Scott. He’s using the Becketts to bypass your father’s medical order. It’s a smart move. Too smart."Clara Beckett was sitting in the back seat, her face as white as a sheet of paper. She was staring at her phone as if she expected it to explode. "I’m not going to the clinic," Clara suddenly whispered. Her voice was thin and shaky. "What?" I turned around to glare at her. "Clara, your husband is the one rui

I didn't answer her. I didn't need to. I just watched her, seeing the sheer terror in her eyes. The perfect wife facade was gone as she looked at me with fear in her eyes. "Scott is a very honest man, Clara," I said, my voice as cold as ice. "I wonder what he would do if he found out his wife was a secret gambler who was selling out his own sister to pay for her losses? I think he’d be very disappointed. Maybe he’d even find a locked room for you."Clara opened her mouth to speak, but no sound came out. She looked at me with a mix of horror and shock. "I’m going to go to bed now, Clara," I said, walking past her toward the stairs. I stopped at the bottom of the steps and looked back at her. She was still standing there, paralyzed. "I suggest you spend the night thinking about how you’re going to act tomorrow. Because if I hear one more hint about me being unwell, I might just decide to have a long, honest chat with Scott when he gets home."I turned and walked up the stairs, leavin

THEA’s POV The morning sun was bright, shining through the tall windows of the room. It was a beautiful day, and I had slept better than I expected, fueled by the knowledge that I finally held a weapon against the woman who wanted to destroy me. I took my time getting ready. I brushed my hair until it shone and chose a simple, clean dress from the closet.When I walked downstairs, the smell of fresh coffee and toasted bread filled the hallway. Scott was already at the table. He was dressed in a sharp suit, his nose buried in a financial newspaper. He looked like the picture of a calm, successful businessman, but I could see the slight tension in his shoulders. He hadn't forgotten the weird scene in the hallway last night.And then there was Clara.She was sitting across from him, and she looked terrible. Even with thick makeup, she couldn't hide the dark circles under her eyes. Her skin looked sallow, and her hands were fidgeting with a silk napkin."Good morning," I said, my voic