Lahat ng Kabanata ng Rebirth and Contracted to the CEO : Kabanata 101 - Kabanata 110

Sam's POVHeavy, his arms held on while everything else cracked apart.Hours had passed since the attack, yet we stayed on the sofa in the suite. Outside, the estate sat frozen under strict lockdown - search crews moved across every corner, bright beams split the night air, distant barks echoed between trees. Inside, only silence remained between us. Light from the lamp curled gently around the walls, warm and low. His heart beat beneath my ear, a quiet pulse that matched the calm of his hands gliding over my skin.Nothing before had matched this quiet certainty. Safe like air filling a room without noise.That moment froze me like nothing before.Out here, the silence broke first - weeks of held breath spilling loose when my legs gave out near the old fence line. Each clue piled up, slow but sure, dragging down my chest like wet stone. Then came tonight’s fall, another close call among the trees, and suddenly it wasn’t something I could swallow anymore.Back I stepped, only a little,

Sam's POVFresh off the weekend, I ran into the toxicologist once more - three days had passed since someone tried to kill me.This time around, a fresh fake name slipped into place - not who I really was, but someone dull enough to vanish in a crowd: an office worker from a made-up advisory company. Four hours behind the wheel brought me to a quiet medical spot far outside familiar territory, tucked near a city I rarely visited. Anyone connected to Sterling wouldn’t even guess where to start looking. Small shifts in how I looked helped blur the edges: lenses tinted my eyes, hair covered my usual color, frames hid my face shape, and clothes played down any detail worth remembering.Back in the quiet of the private room sat Dr. Elena Voss. This visit, her face carried more weight. Seriousness lingered where calm once stood.Out of her mouth came only what needed saying.A stack of papers landed in front of him, heavy with charts and footnoted studies.“Thallium,” she confirmed without

Sam's POVNow it fit together, clear and whole.Ugly truth took shape, one piece at a time. Monstrous details stacked without warning. Nothing left to ignore now.Long past midnight, while Ethan stayed curled under his blankets, I sat hunched at the desk behind a shut door. A pale flicker from the monitors lit everything - no lamp, just that steady electric shine. The ache behind my eyes kept building, heavy and sharp. Still, stopping wasn’t possible. Momentum carried me forward. Too near the edge to turn away.Victor caught my attention next. He held it without trying.Weeks of gathering hidden access points and unused login details finally paid off when I slipped into his system. Inside the family trust files he managed, things started making sense. That fund labeled for crises and odd ventures? It held traces no one noticed. Large payments, repeated, funneled toward a quiet clinic plus an ex-chemist stripped of credentials. Each entry masked as routine health costs or expert fees,

Sam's POVOut there, the last light bled into shadows - soft pink smudges clinging beside bruised purple trails. Up on the roof, where flowers used to breathe calm, air thickened as if standing too close to a fall.Down he stayed, one knee pressing into the floor, fingers curled around mine as if I might vanish. Not a whisper broke the silence after he spoke - just truth, bare and heavy, left trembling in the space where words had been.“I love you… Stay. Choose me.”Water spilled from my eyes, sudden, impossible to hold back. A strange lift tugged inside my chest even as old burdens pressed hard - his voice had lit something while shadows stayed rooted deep.Back pressed against cold stone, fingers curling at my sides. Space between us grew, quiet but sharp. Needed it that way. Had to breathe alone before words slipped out too fast. Before wanting won over sense.“Ethan…” My voice cracked. “I can’t. Not yet.”A sharp ache crossed his features without warning. Slowly, he got up - yet

Ethan's POVIt was clear I had to face it now.Out of nowhere, Sam started falling apart right there. She fought hard to keep it under wraps.It started quietly, those little hints slipping through like dust under a door. Now they stood out, sharp and loud. Doors stayed shut when once they swung wide. She’d stare at her phone all the time, even when eating. A slam from a servant made her flinch. So did a far-off dog. Even the house settling at night set her on edge. Smiles now looked stiff, forced into place. Laughter almost vanished. Her gaze never rested, always moving across walls and corners, waiting for something unseen.She was terrified.What hurt most was how she kept shutting me out. The distance between us grew heavier each day. Still, I stayed close, hoping things might shift. Quiet moments stretched into silence. Every attempt felt blocked, like a door left closed on purpose. It wore me down without warning.Last night, something