All Chapters of REBORN AND BECOME A BILLIONAIRE'S WIFE: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

121 Chapters

Chapter Twenty-One:

Aurora’s POV“Tell me you know where it is.” Sebastian doesn’t slow down when he asks it.We’re already moving toward the SUV, his stride sharp and focused, like the answer determines how fast this night is about to turn. “I don’t,” I say. He stops, not completely, just enough for me to feel it. His shoulders go still. His jaw tightens once.“You never opened it?” he asks.“No.”He turns toward me fully now. “You never opened the only thing your mother left behind?” I feel the judgment in the question even if he doesn’t mean it that way.“It wasn’t like that.”“Then what was it like?”The air between us tightens. Lucas is already in the driver’s seat, pretending not to hear us. “It was the last thing that felt untouched,” I say. “Everything else in my house got rearranged after she died. My father remarried. Megan moved in. My room stopped being mine. The box was the only thing no one dared to touch.”“And you thought that meant you shouldn’t either.” “Yes.” He studies me for a second

Chapter Twenty-Two:

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

Chapter Twenty-Three:

Aurora’s POV“He doesn’t have the key.”Sebastian says it the second the call ends. I look at him. “What?” “The box.” His eyes drop to my hand. “He stole the box and left you the key. That means he can’t open it without you.” For one sharp second, everything in my chest goes still.Then it clicks. The photo. The note. The clue under the drawer. Damien knows exactly what I found. He didn’t leave me an answer; he left me bait. My fingers close tighter around the small brass key. “He wants me to come to him.”“Yes.”“And if I do, he gets what’s inside.”Sebastian gives one short nod. “Which means whatever is in that box matters more than the box itself.” I hate how clean that sounds. How obvious it feels now that he says it out loud. “Then we go to him first,” I say. “No.”The answer comes too fast. I turn fully toward him. “No?” “You don’t walk into a meeting Damien sets when he knows you have the only thing he needs.”“That is exactly why I do.”His jaw tightens. “Aurora.”“No, listen

Chapter Twenty-Four:

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

Chapter Twenty-Five:

Damien’s POV“You opened it?” Vincent Reed’s voice slices through the studio before I can hide what I was doing. I look up too fast.He is standing in the doorway to my office area with one hand in his coat pocket and the other resting lightly at his side, like he has all the time in the world and I am the only one in the room foolish enough to feel rushed.The blue box sits on the table between us.Open but not open enough.The lid gave half an inch. Nothing more. “Not fully,” I say.Vincent comes farther in. His eyes drop to the box, then to the small metal tool lying beside it. Then to me. “That was not the agreement.”I laugh once, because if I don’t, I might say something worse. “The agreement was that you wanted the box and I wanted the girl. I got the box. The girl is proving more difficult.”His face does not move.That annoys me more than anger would have.Mercer Studio is too quiet tonight. Every time the old pipes knock somewhere in the walls, or one of the hanging lights b

Chapter Twenty-Six:

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

Chapter Twenty-Seven:

Aurora’s POV“Read it.”Vincent says it like an order. I look up from the envelope. “No.” That lands harder than I expect.Damien shifts beside the table. Sebastian still goes to my shoulder. Vincent’s face does not change, but something sharp moves behind his eyes.“You opened the box,” Vincent says. “Now read it.”“I said no.”The room tightens.For one second, I think Damien will snap first. He has that look — jaw hard, shoulders locked, trying to decide whether to play useful or furious. But it is Sebastian who speaks.“She doesn’t owe either of you a performance.”Vincent turns his head. Slow. Controlled. “This is not your matter.”Sebastian’s voice stays calm. “It became my matter when my father’s name ended up in her mother’s box.”That shuts Vincent up for half a beat.Good.I slide my thumb under the flap and break the seal before anyone else can move. The paper inside is folded twice. Old. Thin. Handled enough to feel soft at the edges. My pulse changes. There is handwriting

Chapter Twenty-Eight:

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

Chapter Twenty-Nine

Sebastian’s POV“Open the door.”Aurora’s hand is already on the lock, but she stills when Vincent says it. Not because of the words. Because of the way he says them. Too calm. Too certain. Like he knows something about the next thirty seconds the rest of us do not.I move before I think.My hand closes over Aurora’s wrist, and I pull her back from the door.The knob twists from the other side. Not the police, not yet.The side door swings inward and Lucas steps in first, his expression tight. Two security men I know come in behind him, one moving immediately to block the entrance, the other scanning the room in a single fast sweep.“Sir,” Lucas says, breathing just a little too hard. “The front entrance is compromised. Police are outside.” Good. At least one thing tonight is arriving exactly when it was supposed to.Aurora turns to look at me. Not startled. Not relieved either. Her face right now is the face of a woman who has finally stopped expecting the next move to come from anyw

Chapter Thirty:

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

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