Todos os capítulos de REBORN AND BECOME A BILLIONAIRE'S WIFE: Capítulo 31 - Capítulo 40

Sebastian’s POV“Don’t call him.”Aurora’s thumb stops over Raymond Sinclair’s name, but only for a second. Then she looks at me, not startled. Not ashamed. Just tired of being told what to do by men who think urgency gives them rights. “You don’t get to decide that,” she says.“No. But I get to tell you it’s a bad idea.”“We’re collecting those tonight.”Lucas keeps driving. Smart man. He knows when silence is the only useful thing he can offer.Aurora turns her phone in her hand and stares at the name on the screen again. Her father. The man who may know something. The man who may know too much. The man who may have spent years saying nothing while his house turned into a waiting room for a war he never admitted was happening.If she calls him now, whoever is moving ahead of us gets warned.If she doesn’t, the silence between them becomes one more wound added to a night already full of them. I understand why she hates both options. “He tried to open the box once,” I say. “That means

Aurora's POV"How many?"Sebastian asks it without turning around.Lucas is already at the end of the hallway, one hand pressed flat against the wall like he is listening to the building breathe. He holds up two fingers first. Then a third.Three people. Maybe more, not police. Police announce themselves. This is something quieter. "Side corridor," Lucas says. "Thirty seconds if we move now."Sebastian's grip shifts on my arm. Not tighter. Just ready, I pull free. He looks at me. "I can run," I say.He does not argue.Good.We move fast. Lucas first, then I, then Sebastian at my back like a wall I did not ask for but was too tired to refuse. The hallway splits ahead. The left leads deeper into the annexe. The right curves toward what looks like an old service exit.Lucas goes right.I follow.Behind us, the footsteps get louder. Not running. Walking. Controlled. The kind of pace that says they know we are here and do not feel the need to rush.That should scare me.It doesn't.I am to

Aurora's POV"Megan doesn't know anything," I say out loud, but I do not believe it.Sebastian watches me for a second too long. He knows I do not believe it either.The car is quieter now. Lucas has lost the trail, or thinks he has, and we are moving through a part of the city I do not recognize. Narrow streets. Closed shops. The kind of neighborhood that exists between places people actually go."She's been in that house since I was twelve," I say. "If she knew something, she would have used it by now.""Would she?"I look at him."Megan uses everything," I say. "That's who she is." "Maybe," Sebastian shifts slightly. "Or maybe she's been told to wait. " That lands harder than I want it to.Because Megan has always been patient when it mattered. Not kind. Not generous. Just be patient. The kind of patience that watches and waits and files things away until the right moment. I always thought it was ambition. Maybe it was instruction."Victoria raised her," I say slowly. "Yes." "And V

Sebastian's POV"She's been inside too long."Lucas does not respond immediately. He checks his watch, then the house, then me. "Twenty-three minutes," he says. Seven minutes left before I go in anyway.I do not like waiting. I do not like sitting in a parked car while Aurora walks into a house full of people who have spent years lying to her face. But she asked to do this alone, and I am learning, slowly, that Aurora Sinclair does not ask for things unless she means them.So I wait.My phone buzzes: unknown number. I open it before I decide whether I want to. The birth certificate changes everything. Ask Aurora whose name was on it. I read the message twice.Birth certificate.That means Aurora found something inside. Something with a name. Something important enough for the messenger to reach out before she even leaves the house. I do not respond; I never respond, but I save the message.Lucas shifts in his seat. "Sir." "What?" "Movement at the front door. I look up.Aurora is stepp

Aurora's POV"You can't just show up at her door."Sebastian says it like he already knows I am not going to listen. He is right. "Watch me."Lucas is already driving toward Nadia's apartment. I gave him the address before Sebastian could argue. Now we are three blocks away, and I can feel the tension in the car like a living thing."If she's been placed," Sebastian says, "then she's been trained to deflect. You walk in asking about a locket; she'll know something is wrong.""Good.""Aurora." "I said, 'Good.'" I turn to look at him. "I'm tired of everyone in my life knowing more than I do. If Nadia has answers, I want them. Tonight." He holds my gaze for a moment too long. Then he nods once, not in agreement, but in acceptance.The car stops outside Nadia's building. It is a small place. Three floors. Old brick. The kind of building that looks like it has survived every version of this city and will survive the next one too. I get out before Lucas can open the door.Sebastian follows.