《Rebirth and Contracted to the CEO 》全部章節：第 111 章 - 第 120 章

Ethan's POVA shriek ripped across the grounds, sharp as a bullet's crack.Sam’s voice.Again.Feet pounding the floor, I bolted down the hall before thought caught up. The library pulled me forward while shouts from security bounced off walls behind. Each breath punched my ribs, that old wreck still screaming in my shoulder. Distance grew between me and everything else.Because Sam’s safety hung in the balance, that wasn’t the moment.I burst through the library doors.A sudden punch landed in my chest when I saw it. The moment froze everything around me.Down she sat, Sam pressed between floor and desk, shaking hard, arms tight around papers as if they could block harm. Red marked her sleeve - just a small wound, yet seeing it soaked into my bones, woke fury deep and raw. Outside, broken pane hissed wind inward, shards spread wide underfoot. The team rushed in, boots loud, chasing whoever vanished beyond the

Sam's POVA hush hung in the room, broken just by the soft glow of a lone lamp beside the couch. Long shadows climbed the walls like quiet memories creeping back into view. Sitting opposite me, Ethan leaned forward, forearms pressed against his thighs, shoulders slightly bent. Light caught the edge of his gaze - deep, unwavering, holding something warm I’m learning how to trust. Not once did he look away.Thump thump thump - my heartbeat filled the silence like a drum solo. He must have noticed, right? Not that he said anything.This one arrived like a storm I’d seen coming, yet still shocked me when it hit. Following the slash of steel among the bookshelves, following the way he pulled me close whispering promises through shaking breaths, witnessing the wild panic flash across his face once truth cracked open before him - shouldering everything by myself stopped making sense then.Yet the whole reality - coming back to life, opening his eyes mid-flight r

Gwen's POVA cage dressed in silk hid behind polished stone across town. Marble walls whispered confinement instead of comfort.A glass of costly red shook between my fingers while I faced the tall window, eyes fixed on the sparkling city lights. Behind, the TV murmured softly - news flashing about "an issue at the Sterling property." Not much known. Names left out. Only hushed claims that things were under control and harm had been minorLies.All of it.Shaking took over my fingers more. Over the edge of the glass it spilled, red spreading across the light-colored floor - slow, thick, too much like something alive.Back to square one once more.A shadow slipped away empty handed after I paid him through the only name left on my list. This one claimed he could move unseen yet tripped alarms loud enough to scare dogs down the block. Sam remains standing. Lungs pulling air without effort. Whispering words that twist how Ethan sees ever

Sam's POVQuiet moments often carry sharper teeth. Stillness can echo louder than shouts ever do.It gets still. Like cutting through bone. One by one the supports vanish - pulled away so gently you barely notice - until nothing remains but bare ground where someone used to stand.Just like that, my actions mirrored what I’d done to Gwen. How strange it feels now, looking back. The moment repeated itself without warning. It happened again, just as before. Not different at all, really. Same steps. Same result.Before sunrise, I sat at the desk in the study, typing quietly as Ethan stayed curled under his blankets. Silence hung across the property like a held breath. My laptop glowed with files locked behind layers of code. Sending everything? Never an option. Instead, pieces slipped out - just enough. One document showing mismatched numbers. Then, a note passed through shadows suggesting deals gone crooked. Later, a hint about money hidden beyond borders,

Gwen's POVOnce grand, the hotel room now seemed dull. Stillness hung where sparkle used to live.Darkness pressed in. Cold stone swallowed sound. Silence hung heavy, thick as dust.Perched on the wide mattress, chaos pressed in from every side - papers everywhere, glass shards near spilled wine, remnants of rage still warm. Gone now, that polished look everyone used to praise. Strands knotted at the nape, cheeks streaked and puffy, fabric of an expensive gown crumpled under fingerprints and tears. Across from me, the full-length glass gave back someone unfamiliar: hollowed out, trembling, filled with fury sharp enough to eat through bone.Broke.Isolated.Cornered.The words repeated in my head like a death sentence.Frozen bank accounts. Silent phones. Empty calendar. Reporters who used to chase me wouldn’t answer anymore. Ethan erased every trace - paperwork, money, even shared friends. That last name I fought so hard to cla