Todos os capítulos de REBORN AND BECOME A BILLIONAIRE'S WIFE: Capítulo 11 - Capítulo 20

Aurora's POV"What did it say?"Sebastian's voice is low, but there is nothing soft in it now. I close my hand around the phone. "Nothing." His eyes drop to my fist, then come back to my face. "That isn't true." "No," I say. "It isn't."For one second, neither of us moves. The air between us changes so fast it almost feels physical. A minute ago, he was the one person in this room who seemed to see what Damien was doing without me naming it. Now all I can see is the message burning behind my eyes.Don't trust Sebastian Reed. He is closer to your mother's death than you know. I should not look at him like this. He notices too much. He will read something from my face if I let him.So I give him less. "I need to go back," I say.He does not step aside. "Did the message mention me?" That lands too close to the truth. My silence answers before I do. Something sharp moves across his face. Not guilt. Not shocked. Irritation, maybe. The look of a man who is used to facts and hates being shut

Aurora’s POV"You’re very quiet."Damien’s voice scrapes against the silence inside the car. He doesn’t look at me. He’s staring straight ahead, his hands relaxed on the steering wheel, but I can see the muscle in his jaw jumping. He’s fuming. I can feel the heat coming off him in waves, and it makes the air in the leather interior feel like it’s running out."I’m tired, Damien. It was a long night.""It was a strange night," he corrects. He slows down as we hit a red light, finally turning his head to look at me. His eyes are dark, searching my face for a crack I refuse to give him. "You spent a lot of time with Sebastian Reed. What did he want?""Business. I told you, he’s interested in the portfolio."Damien laughs. It’s a dry, ugly sound that sets my teeth on edge. "He’s a Reed, Aurora. They don’t just take an 'interest' in student portfolios. They swallow companies whole. Why you? Why tonight?""Maybe you should ask him."The light turns green. Damien doesn't move. A car honks be

Sebastian's POV"She's asleep."Lucas says it without turning around. His eyes stay on the road, but I can hear the question underneath the words. The one he won't ask out loud because he knows better.I look at Aurora. Her head is tilted against the window, her breath fogging the glass in small, even clouds. The cut on her temple has stopped bleeding, but the bruise forming around it is already turning dark. She looks smaller like this. Less like the woman who stared down my uncle at the dinner table and more like someone who has been carrying something too heavy for too long."She's exhausted," I say. "Not asleep.""There's a difference?""Yes."Lucas doesn't push. He just takes the next exit and steers us toward the private residence I keep off the books. The one even Vincent doesn't know about.My phone buzzes in my pocket.I pull it out. Unknown number. One message.*Good. You got her out. Now keep her alive long enough to hear the truth. She's stronger than you think, but she do

Sebastian's POV"Tell me that's a lie."Aurora's voice cuts straight through the room. I look at the phone in her hand. Then at her face. Then back at the message.For one second, I am not in this townhouse anymore. I am ten years old again, standing at the top of a staircase, listening to my mother cry behind a closed door while my father says something low and urgent that I cannot make out.I hated that sound; I hate this one too. "I can't," I say. Her expression changes immediately. Not louder. Worse than that. It closes."You can't," she repeats. "I can't tell you it's a lie if I don't know that it is."That is the wrong thing to say.I know it the second it leaves my mouth.Aurora stands so fast that the folder slides off her lap and hits the floor. Papers spill halfway out of it. She doesn't look down."So you did know something.""No.""Then why do you look like that?"Because I remember too many things all at once. Because that message reached into a part of my childhood I buri

Aurora's POV"Describe it."Sebastian's voice is sharp now. No softness. No patience.I hold the phone away from my ear. Nadia is still talking, but I can't hear her properly because my pulse is too loud."Aurora," Sebastian says again. "The box. Describe it." "Blue." My voice sounds strange. Faraway. "Small. Metal corners. A lock on the front that never had a key." His face changes. That is the confirmation I did not want."Same one," he says quietly."How do you know?""I told you. There was a photo taken the night my parents died. My father is holding it in the background. No one ever talked about it afterward. No one claimed it.""It wasn't in the wreck?" "No. It disappeared." The word lands like a stone, disappeared. My mother's box is not just mine. It is connected to whatever Adrian Reed was carrying the night he died.Nadia's voice cuts through again. "Aurora? Are you there? Who are you talking to?" I lift the phone back. "Nadia, I need you to leave the apartment." "I'm not le