All Chapters of Reborn as the True Billionaire : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Morana’s POVThe lab I am supposed to use was in the basement of the hospital. Tristan’s contact had left the door unlocked after using a keycard that shouldn’t have worked but did.I moved past the extraction rooms and headed to the back where they kept the samples. The ones labeled and tracked. My blood in vials like inventory.I found what I was looking for in the third freezer. A vial marked “GF-447.” The date was from my last extraction. I pocketed it and left.The university lab I used was empty at this hour. A place I’d worked five years ago before I became Morana Greene. Before I became useful for something other than thinking. It’s like my safe little haven. I ran the basic test myself. I made sure to go through the blood composition, cellular markers and regeneration rate compared to normal human samples. The ones I still had stored from before Xavier.The results took twenty minutes. When they came back, I stared at the screen and didn’t move for a long time.My current bl

Morana’s POVThe hospital smelled the same. Antiseptic and something underneath it that I couldn’t name. My hands shook from fear of what happened in my nightmare or would I say past life? Where the version of me had died in this building.I wore a navy dress because I cannot do with the effort. Xavier had driven me in silence, his hand on my thigh the entire way, a gesture that was supposed to feel like affection but i wanted to rip his hands off. We’d stopped at a coffee shop on Madison Avenue. He’d bought me a latte I didn’t want while I watched people walk past the window carrying shopping bags and phones and normal lives.Now I was lying on the extraction bed and trying not to think about the last time I’d been here.Dr. Jenner came in wearing the same white coat.the man is always looking tired these days. “Good to see you, Morana,” he said and I hears the hesitation in it. The thing he wasn’t saying out loud.“How much today?” I asked.Xavier shifted slightly in the chair he’d

Morana’s POVTristan’s office was different after hours. Like the machinery of someone who moved through the world and bent it to fit his requirements.I was still wearing the navy dress from the hospital. There were bruises on both arms now. The extraction marks visible if anyone was looking close enough.“Sit,” Tristan said as soon as I entered and I sat. There was no time for games whatsoever. He didn’t waste time. He pulled up a document on his monitor and turned it toward me. Financial records. The ones I’d photographed in Xavier’s study. Everything organized in a way that made the illegal operation look almost perfecr.“Xavier moved six hundred thousand dollars this morning,” Tristan said with a frown. “To an offshore account in Grand Cayman. That’s liquidation behavior. He’s preparing to run.”“He doesn’t know I —”“He doesn’t need to know. He’s already panicking. The extraction volumes are increasing. Dr. Jenner flagged concern and Xavier overrode it. That’s desperation, not

Morana’s POVThe salmon was perfectly cooked. I plated it with rice and roasted asparagus. Everything symmetrical and arranged the way Xavier liked it.He came home early today as I heard the front door close. I could hear him setting his keys on the table in the foyer and his footsteps move toward the kitchen like he knew exactly where I’d be.“Something smells incredible,” he said with a charming smile that used to make me swoon. I turned from the counter. He was still wearing his work clothes of dark suit, white shirt and tie loosened at his neck in a way that was supposed to look casual but was calculated. He moved toward me and I didn’t step back. That would have been wrong and it would have signaled something was different. He is already suspecting so I shouldn’t give him something more to suspect from. His hands found my waist and they feel so warm and familiar. The hands of someone I’d let touch me for five years without understanding what he was actually doing. He pulled m

Morana’s POVI called Robert Vexly at six in the morning. It was not the smartest move and the time alone was a tell. Board members didn’t take calls that early unless something was urgent.I am using the former phone I had kept away since becoming Morana Greene. It’s time to bring back old memories. He answered on the third ring, his voice careful and shocked. “Morana?”“I need to know where you stand with the Mortaine Patent board vote.” I went straight to the point. “That’s not a conversation to have over the phone.” He sounded hesitant. “It needs to happen now.”“Morana, whatever situation you’re in, moving this fast is dangerous. Vance has momentum. If you come back without proper positioning —”“I’m coming back regardless. I need to know if you’re with me or against me.”Another pause which was longer this time. “I need more than a phone call at dawn to answer that question.”I hung up but my chest was tight because I understood what I’d just done. I’d revealed urgency and s