REBORN AND BECOME A BILLIONAIRE'S WIFE のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 21 - チャプター 30

Aurora’s POV“What child?” My voice comes out lower than I expect.Sebastian takes the photo from my hand and turns it over again, like the words might change if he looks at them long enough. You were both wrong about who the child was. He reads it once more. Then he looks at me.“I don’t know,” he says.I laugh once, but there is nothing light about it. “That is getting old.”“You think I like this any more than you do?”“I think your family keeps showing up in every part of my mother's life, and I’m the one standing in my apartment holding a picture of her with your father while half my history falls apart.”That lands.Good.He does not argue. He just watches me with that still, sharp way of his that makes silence feel like pressure.I turn away first.No point pretending I am calm. My hands are cold. My chest feels tight. My mother is dead. My first life ended on concrete. And now a stranger is telling me I may have been wrong about something as simple and brutal as who I come fro

Aurora’s POV“You’re not going alone.”Sebastian says it the second I lower my phone. I look at him. “That wasn’t a request.” “No. It wasn’t.” The room goes quiet around us.Mercer Studio: Of all the places Damien could have chosen, he picked that one. The first room where I ever let him stand behind me while I worked. The first room where he learned how easy it was to praise me just enough to make me hand him more.He didn’t pick it because it was convenient; he picked it because he knows exactly what that place means to me. “He wants me off balance,” I say. “He wants control.” “Same thing.”Sebastian doesn’t argue. He steps closer, not enough to crowd me, just enough to make it clear he is done pretending this is a discussion we are both leading. “You are not walking into a closed studio with Damien Cross alone.”“He has the box.”“And he wants the key.”“Yes.”“That means he still needs something from you.” His voice stays level. “Which means you still have leverage.”I look down a

Aurora’s POV“I don’t belong to either of you.” The words leave my mouth before anyone else speaks.Vincent’s smile does not change. Damien goes still beside the table. Sebastian says nothing, but I can feel him shift half a step closer to me.Good.Let them all hear it.Vincent folds his hands in front of him like we are in a meeting and not standing in the ruins of the place where my first life started to break apart. “That is a bold thing to say for someone standing this close to the answer.”“It is an easy thing to say to a man who thinks blood gives him rights.”Damien exhales sharply. “Aurora.” “No.” I do not look at him. “You don’t get to speak first.” That lands harder than I expect. Not because of Damien. Because of Sebastian. I can feel his attention sharpen at my side. Not possessive. Not controlling. Just there.Vincent looks from me to the key in my hand. “Then open the box.” Straight to it, of course. I tighten my grip around the key. “You first.” His brows lift. “Excuse

Aurora’s POV“Nobody moves.” My voice comes out low and sharp, and for one strange second, they listen. Vincent stays where he is. Damien freezes beside the table. Sebastian does not speak.Good.I fold the letter once and hold it in one hand. The hospital tag stays in the other. My pulse is too loud, but my hands are steady enough to matter.“If the wrong child opened this box first,” I say, looking at all three of them now, “then maybe the first smart thing I do tonight is stop all of you from touching anything else.”Damien lets out a breath through his nose. “Aurora, this is getting ridiculous.” “No,” I say. “What’s ridiculous is that every man in this room thinks he deserves answers from my mother’s box.” His face hardens.Vincent’s does not.That is worse.Sebastian is the only one who looks at the letter instead of at me. Like he is trying to read what it did to the room before deciding where to stand inside it.I hate that I notice that. “Give me the papers,” Vincent says. I a

Aurora’s POV“What did the message say?”Sebastian doesn’t answer immediately. That is enough to make something cold move through me.We are already outside Mercer, already halfway to the SUV, already one step ahead of the police, Vincent, Damien, and whatever part of my life is about to collapse next, and he is still holding his phone like it might bite him if he speaks too soon.“Sebastian.”He looks at me then.Not calm. Not fully.That matters.“Tell me.”Lucas has the back door open, but neither of us gets in. The night around us feels too sharp. Too loud. A siren somewhere close, engines idling, footsteps shifting behind the building. We do not have time for hesitation, and yet he is giving me exactly that.“It said not to let you call Raymond,” he says. My stomach drops anyway. “Why?” He says nothing, and then I know. Not the details. Not the shape. Just the direction. I laugh once, a small, awful sound I do not recognize as mine. “Of course.”“Aurora.”“No.” I take a step back