All Chapters of Reborn as the True Billionaire : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Morana’s POV “Your name isn’t registered as his wife.” The clerk’s voice was flat as though she was telling me the weather. I blinked slowly because I was certain I’d misheard her. There’s no way she is talking about my marriage. “I’m sorry?” I let out a small laugh glancing briefly at my lawyer. “There must be a mistake. Check again.” Across the polished counter, the woman finally looked up at me and her expression didn’t change. It’s a look I got used to for the past five years because I cannot use my name to get whatever I wanted. I wasn’t Morana Mortaine but Morana Greene. “I already did.” She turned the monitor slightly, her fingers tapping against the keyboard with practiced ease. She was clearly exhausted and heavily pregnant so maybe she is seeing things. “Under Mr. Xavier Lancaster’s marital records, the legally registered spouse is…” she paused her eyes scanning the computer briefly “…Iris Lancaster.” Well, here comes the mistake. I frowned. “That’s his

Morana’s POV By the time Xavier came down for breakfast, I was already seated and was waiting for him. Exactly where I was supposed to be and how it has been for years. I came down early to make sure everything was ready then waited. “The Cook really made my favorites.” I glanced up as he walked in keeping my voice warm. “You have meetings today, don’t you?” He paused briefly just enough to take me in with that look of approval that used to make my chest flutter. Now I watched it cleanly for what it is. “Yes.” he said, loosening his cuff slightly as he took his seat. “A full day but I’ll be able to accompany you to the hospital before I start the day.” “I figured and that is so sweet of you” I replied with a beam, placing his coffee in front of him. His lips curved faintly. “You notice everything.” I almost smiled at that. If only you knew. Aiden came downstairs right then and went straight to Xavier. I almost choked on my coffee at the uncanny resemblance that could

Tristan’s POV The deal closed at 6:47 on a Saturday morning. I know the exact time because my assistant sent the confirmation while I was still in the car heading to the office and I read it once then put my phone face down on the seat. Four billion dollars for Veltane Pharmaceuticals. We have had eighteen months of quiet maneuvering, three failed attempts by competitors to block the acquisition and one very expensive legal team that earned every cent this week. By Monday morning every financial publication in America would be running the same headline and Rothschild Pharma would be the single most valuable private pharmaceutical company in the country. This was the plan all along and plans either worked or they didn’t but this one did. There will be another one by Tuesday too. I looked out the window at the still quiet Manhattan streets in the early morning and felt nothing particular about it. I have been winning for the past several years, it has lost all its allure. R

Morana’s POV“Sit down.” Tristan ordered looking at me dead in the eyes.“I’m not taking orders from you.”“You came here alone. No lawyer or security. And no contingency plan I can see.” He leaned forward slightly. “That’s not intelligence. That’s desperation. So either sit down and listen to what I’m offering or leave and watch Xavier drain you dry for another two weeks.”He wasn’t wrong so I sat down reluctantly. “I need three things,” he continued. “First, I need you to testify about the extractions. Medical records, timelines, everything you remember about how he introduced it. Second, I need access to his internal systems. Financial records, lab protocols and research files. You lived in his house for five years. You know where he keeps things.”“And third?”“I need you to keep going to the hospital. Keep the extractions scheduled. Keep everything normal until we’re ready to move.”I laughed. “You want me to let him keep taking my blood while you build your case.”“Yes.”“That

Morana’s POVThe kitchen smelled exactly what Xavier expected. Roasted chicken, garlic and onion. I’d spent the afternoon preparing it while my body hummed with a different kind of energy. It is the kind of knowing exactly what was being taken from me.Iris was already seated when Xavier came downstairs. She wore the same soft smile she always did, the one that suggested she belonged here more than I did. And she doesn’t have anything against me. I can’t unsee it now. These people have played in my fucking face and I want to throw up everytime I remember. “Morana made dinner.” she whispered when he appeared. Like she was surprised and I didn’t cook most nights.Xavier’s expression moved as he studied me longer than usual before sitting. The kind of study that made me understand he was reassessing something. I’d changed. Not enough for him to name it but enough for him to notice.“You look different honey.” He said softly his eyes moving over me. I poured his wine without answerin