All Chapters of Rebirth and Contracted to the CEO : Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

Sam's POVA quiet voice stayed sharp inside my head, marking me without sound.“Check the east wing safe. You’ll find what you need.”Midnight passed before the house finally stilled. Two in the morning brought a hush so complete it felt like breath held too long. By then, even those working nights had drifted off. Only the low pulse of surveillance gear broke through. Then again, there was always the sea - murmuring without pause below the edge of the land.Quietly, I left the bed, pulling on clothes the color of midnight. Each step forward came slow, my breath held tight, while the hallway stretched ahead like a secret passage. Through the joining door I went, avoiding noise at every turn. His rest has grown thin these past nights - doubt keeps him half-awake. Tonight must happen without his eyes finding me.Cold air clung to the east wing, unlike anywhere else in the house, like the bricks kept a memory of her. Each step made n

Gwen POVRed spilled across the digits glowing in front of me.Staring at the screen, my hands clenched the vanity's edge until tiny dents appeared in the smooth surface beneath my fingernails. One moment those offshore holdings existed, built slow and quiet behind fake names and faraway firms - then suddenly, both collapsed without warning. Money vanished fast, just numbers erased after all that effort. Not a trace left, as if it never mattered.A tiny piece sat far back in the business pages, written by a reporter who kept things low. Names were missing on purpose, avoiding any clear link to the Sterlings. Instead of bold claims, it slipped out details about odd money routes. Hidden firms appeared throughout, connected loosely to powerful unnamed groupsYet the moment fit just right.Too surgical.This was no act of chance in the markets.This was targeted.It clicked right away whose hand had been in this.Samantha.

Ethan's POVHeavy silence pressed through every room. Stillness clung like dust on shelves. The air refused to move. Voices stayed locked behind teeth. No one looked at anyone else.Quiet, though. The Sterling estate had rules about that sort of thing - no noise too sharp or sudden. Yet something still lingered - a steady pulse under talk, dinners, even silent looks between people. Right where everything met: Sam.And Gwen.That Tuesday light was slanting through the blinds when I saw it. Not that Gwen showed up - she’d done that before, without making much noise. Back then, her voice on speaker used to blend into the room like background music. Lately though? It lands differently. Her words hang too long. Like they are waiting for something.Across the table she sat, one leg draped neatly over the other, that familiar smile resting on her face. Yet something about her gaze felt different - more intense. More alert. Now and then, instead of s

Ethan's POVI couldn’t stop reviewing the board minutes.Midnight crept through the house while I stayed fixed at my desk, screen glowing beside stacked files. Faint light danced from the dying embers, stretching shapes over grainy timber and worn upholstery. Dust hung in the air, mixed with old pages, dried pen juice, even a hint of Sam’s sharp wash from hours ago. Silence pressed against the walls, broken only by the soft tap of keys under tired fingers.Fingerprints of hers showed up all over the place.From offhand comments in casual talks, her ideas took root word for word. When trouble loomed, it was her quiet warnings that shaped the response long before flames caught hold. Where loyalty once bent Gwen’s way, small tugs pulled things sideways - not loud, yet clear enough. Movement tilted without noise, like weight shifting on a slant.Her life in that marriage went beyond mere survival.She was orchestrating.

Sam's POVUp high in the Sterling building, Ethan’s personal command space sat quiet, yet humming with tension. This was where decisions cracked through the air like thunder after lightning. Every screen glowed with data trails, maps pinned with markers that shifted by the hour. Walls lined with notes, strings connecting names and dates across wide sweeps of whiteboard. Time slowed here, even when everything outside raced forward. A single coffee cup rested near the window ledge, long gone cold.Every wall showed maps, charts, or flashing market numbers. Screens glowed with updates - stock shifts here, rival moves there, company data flowing without pause. Tension hung heavy, mixed with the drone of machines, sudden shouts cutting through from conference calls. Tables held stacks of mugs, crusts of bread left behind. Sleep? Almost none among them since yesterday morning.Back a step from Ethan, I watched, careful to stay out of sight. When the takeover att