All Chapters of REBORN AS THE BILLIONAIRES SECRET WIFE : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

It was late in the afternoon. The air was filled with sweat, old concrete as prisoners walked around the yard whilst armed guards kept an eye on them. Selene did not raise her eyes and sat quietly. She didn’t want trouble. She couldn’t afford it. Not with the baby coming soon.There was a crack of noise which broke into the yard.“You stupid liar!”Two prisoners leaped at each other, and punched each other with fists. Very quickly a crowd was formed, cheering and shouting.Guards shouted on the tower, though they did not come running down. Fights like this were common.Selene didn’t move from her spot. She was leaning on the fence and stroking her belly. She wanted to stay invisible. She would have liked the day to go by without people noticing her.But the quiet ones were always found in trouble.Heavy feet were scraping the ground behind her. Selene stiffened. She did not have to turn around to tell who it was.Liora Voss.A broad-shouldered, tall, tattooed woman with anger in her

Selene was sitting on the couch in the mansion’s living room, holding her phone, her leg trembling slightly due to habit. She had been rehearsing a song. Her phone suddenly rang.She stared at the screen. Unknown number... but from LA.She replied promptly, and her heart was racing. "Hello?"The voice of a man came through calm and professional. "Is this Selene Rivers?""Yes, this is Selene."“This is Viktor Hale, the manager of A-list artist Kaelara Storm. We heard your demo. Kaelara loves your tone." He paused. "We want you to open her tour."Selene's breath caught. Her hand fell over her mouth."Me?" she whispered. "Yes. Very shortly, the tour begins, and we want to know whether you are interested. We will require you to come to our office today in case you are. And we will take care of paper work and rehearsal schedules.” The man said."Yes! I'm interested--absolutely!""Good. You can get in within an hour, that would be good.” He said.“I will. Thank you very much for this

Selene got out of the jail van slowly, with her hands cuffed in front of her, and her head down. The commotion at the main gate, the screaming guards, the screaming prisoners, the banging metal doors--was in her favor. She was pushed to the side door by a guard, feigning a trip and ran the final few feet into the black SUV that was waiting. Ronan Blackwood was driving, and his face was calm as all that had happened was all a part of his plan, to get Selene out whilst making it seem like she escaped from jail. "You made it," he said."I... I can not believe that it worked," Selene whispered, trying her voice. Strong, unbroken now it was clear. "I'm... free?""You are," Ronan Blackwood said. “New identity, new face, new life. But you'll always be Selene but not that Selene. Don't forget that. You enter the world again tonight, you and we start.”Selene's stomach tightened. "I... I don't know if I can do this. I mean it’s one thing saying yes on the hospital bed, and one thing actually

Selene’s POV I slept little that night.My mind was not ready to settle after the notification was posted on my phone. I slept in bed hours and hours watching the ceiling re-enacting the moment. The demo file had been seen by somebody. The account was accessible to someone.That is what I kept in my mind as a kind of warning it could not get out of my head. Light came slow in the morning filling the room. I got out of bed and rubbed my eyes and felt weary yet restless. The house was quiet. Ronan had already gone off to work early.I descended and prepared myself a cup of coffee, which I hardly tasted. My mind was somewhere else. I took my laptop to the dining table after several minutes and opened it. When somebody had accessed the account, there must have been a trace.I hoped there would be, at any rate.I returned to the cloud storage account. The page was loading, and my fingers were moving on the keyboard rather fast. The well-known folders were again visible on the screen.My o

I was in the darkness of the home office of Ronan with my laptop on and the silence was replaced by the gentle buzzing of the city outside the window. The previous messages, the inexplicable copyright registrations, the revelations of Adrian, they all intermingled in my mind. I had been waiting years, years, to avenge myself. However, now I understood something: I was not the only person who was pushing pieces against Liora.At least there were three forces that were directed to her. The investigative journalist, Adrian Vale, evidently possessed evidence and was ready to make her public. This had been already copyrighted by someone (or perhaps several people), leading to investigations of her songs. And here was me, who sat here, and held the last bit that could break her to ruin.It was the first time in the history of it all that I was feeling a surge of control. Not a little--I wanted it all to go on quicker. Liora had been too long playing at pleasure, showing off what was not her