Lahat ng Kabanata ng Rebirth and Contracted to the CEO : Kabanata 91 - Kabanata 100

Sam's POVAntiseptic hung in the air, sharp and clean - fear lingered beneath it. The hallway breathed quietly under flickering lights.Outside the emergency room, I walked back and forth, hugging my own body close. My heartbeat pounded hard enough to rise into my neck. Above me, the bright ceiling lights hummed, restless and sharp. Each noise hit differently - a machine’s ping, shoes slapping fast down the hall, the far-off cry of sirens cutting through air. That last one curled something tight inside my gut.Inside, that is where Ethan stayed. There he remained.Bleeding.Bruised.Shoulder popped out of place. Ribs might be fractured.That moment changed everything. He jumped across me just as the vehicle veered close. The crash nearly hit us. His move was sudden, no warning. Metal scraped nearby. I felt his weight block the danger. It happened fast. Still stays clear in memory.Beside the impact, he stepped in front. H

Sam's POVA weight sat in my palm - the old-style phone silent, cold. Then came the dial tone, slow at first, stretching out like a held breath.That morning, I left the estate behind, pretending to run errands. Two hours passed before reaching my destination. A false name waited ready, along with clothes meant to hide who I was. This contact must never link back to Samantha Sterling. Hidden near the city's edge sat a quiet clinic. Its windows fogged, its sign faded. They didn’t speak much there - only when money changed hands and certain phrases were spoken first.On the dot, Dr. Elena Voss walked in - midlife years showing, gaze alert, posture unyielding. My files were already studied, details pored over after I’d submitted them quietly the day before.Inside the quiet space, we took our seats after turning the lock behind us.A quiet thud came as the folder moved over the wood. It landed near his hands, unmarked, waiting.&ldq

Sam's POVA weight began to build, pressing closer with every breath. Silence grew louder, wrapping tight. Each clue pulled harder against what had been said before.Midnight had passed when I stayed behind, alone in the room with the door shut tight. Glowing monitors lit up the space, slicing the dark with hard-edged shadows on my skin. Not just one clue but several - the lab results showing poison, fake messages built to deceive, money slipped to a druggist, video pulled from a secret lens capturing Gwen’s last talk - each piece placed precise inside a single digital vault.Focusing closer on who might be involved. The pieces started pointing in one direction.Victor Sterling.A boy named Ethan has a relative through his father - that person is his cousin.It was Victor who managed the family’s trusts, steering money meant for relatives without much oversight. Power sat unevenly in his hands, especially since Ethan climbed fast to the top

Ethan's POVSomething was wrong with Sam.Something hung in the space near her, thick enough to taste. Not since the crash had she carried herself this way - gliding past halls as if walls might speak. Where doors once cracked wide out of habit, now metal clicks sealed them tight. Late hours found her circling the study floor, each footfall carving thin lines into the dark quiet. Noise jolted her upright - an abrupt slam, dishes trembling on silver, sometimes just the far-off shrill of a telephone ringing unanswered.She was afraid.What really got to me was her silence on the reason. The not knowing ate away at my thoughts each day. Still, I waited. Each moment stretched longer than the last. Silence sat between us like a wall built brick by brick. What stayed unspoken weighed more than words ever could.That evening at the table, her posture stayed straight, hands steady near her glass. Each time Victor said something, her gaze slipped his way without meaning to. When Gwen came up -

Ethan's POVA shriek ripped the darkness open, sharp as steel.“Help! Attack!”Sam’s voice.Running came first, thinking later. Down the path I flew, each step cracking against stone, breath jagged inside my chest. Voices barked from somewhere behind, sharp and loud. The terror rose - raw, thick, burning - a thing alive in my neck.Not her.Not Sam.Out of nowhere, I rounded the bend right when someone in a mask darted from the roses, one leg dragging yet still sprinting. A short distance off, Sam stayed frozen, chest heaving, arms up like a shield.A split second. He looked away, just once. That tiny moment gave me my chance.Fury took hold, hurling me forward into his space. My body moved before thought could catch up.Down we fell, arms and legs twisted together. Pain shot through my shoulder, still hurt from before, yet it didn’t matter. Fists flew toward his covered face - once, then again - the sound of breaking bone cutting the air. His arm jerked up holding a needle, swinging