Todos os capítulos de REBORN AND BECOME A BILLIONAIRE'S WIFE: Capítulo 41 - Capítulo 50

Sebastian's POV"Something's wrong." Aurora says it without looking at me.Her voice is too flat. Too controlled. The kind of calm that only comes when someone is holding something dangerous inside and deciding what to do with it. I glance at her. She is not looking at me; she is looking at the back of Lucas's head.That catches my attention. "What do you mean?" I ask. She does not answer immediately. Instead, she turns her phone toward me, with one message on the screen. No. But someone close to you did. I read it twice.Then I look at Lucas. He is driving. Eyes forward. Hands steady on the wheel. The same Lucas who has been with me for four years. The same Lucas who knows every access code to every property I own. The same Lucas who has seen every document, every message, every move I have made tonight. "Pull over," I say.Lucas glances at me in the mirror. "Sir?" "I said, 'Pull over.'" He hesitates; that is the first wrong thing.Lucas does not hesitate. He follows orders. He pulls

Aurora's POV"I didn't ruin anything," the words come out before I decide to say them.Catherine Reed does not move. She just watches me with those sharp eyes, like she is measuring exactly how much damage I am capable of."You exist," she says. "That was enough." I feel Sebastian shift beside me. His voice is cold when he speaks. "What are you doing here, Catherine?" She turns her head slowly toward him."Sebastian. You look like your father." Something dangerous moves across his face. "Answer the question." Catherine folds her hands in her lap.She looks calm.Too calm.The kind of calm that comes from knowing something no one else in the room knows yet. "I came because Vincent is losing control," she says. "And when Vincent loses control, he becomes careless. Dangerous. He has already made three mistakes tonight. If he makes a fourth, everything falls apart.""Everything," I repeat. Her eyes come back to me. "Everything."Nadia steps forward. I feel her beside me now, closer than b

Aurora's POV"Stop the car." Sebastian glances at me. "We're ten minutes away." "I said, 'Stop.'" He does not argue. The car pulls to the side of the road.Nadia leans forward. "What's wrong?" Nothing, everything. I press my hands flat against my thighs and stare at the dashboard. "We're doing exactly what they want," I say.Sebastian says nothing. Good, because I need to think. Every move tonight has been dictated by someone else. The messenger. Vincent. Catherine. Damien. Every text. Every revelation. Every perfectly timed bomb dropped at exactly the right moment to push us forward.And we keep going, like obedient pieces on a board we did not build."Who benefits from us showing up at Vincent's house right now?" I ask.Sebastian's hands rest on the wheel. He is quiet for a moment, then he says, "The messenger." "Yes." "You think they're leading us into something." "I think they've been leading us all night."Nadia's voice comes from the back. "Then what do we do?" I close my eyes.

Nadia’s POV“Read it out loud.”Aurora says it before I can even breathe around what I am seeing. My phone is still in my hand. The message is still there. Hello, Infant B. It's time you knew who has been sending these messages. For one stupid second, all I can think is that I hate those two words. Infant B.Like I was a file. A mistake. A thing moved from one room to another because someone decided my life would be easier to erase than explain.“Read it,” Aurora says again.I lift my eyes to hers. She looks as wrecked as I feel, but she is standing. Solid. Controlled. Holding herself together with force.I wish I knew how to do that.“It says I'm Infant B,” I say. My voice sounds flat. Wrong. “And that it's time I knew who sent the messages.”Sebastian goes still beside her. “Could be bait,” he says. Everything in me tightens at once. “Everything tonight has been bait,” I snap. “That hasn't stopped any of us.” He does not answer. Good.Because I do not want the reasonable version rig

Aurora's POV"She won't be at the house."Megan answers on the second ring. No greeting. No surprise. Just that flat, tired voice of someone who stopped pretending hours ago."Where is she?" I ask."The storage unit on Alcott Street. Unit 9. She keeps a locker there under a name that isn't hers." I glance at Sebastian. He is already changing direction. What name?" I ask."Elena Park, The words hit me sideways, Elena, Park. My mother's first name.Nadia's last name. Combined into one identity that Victoria has been hiding behind. "She used my mother's name," I say. "She used a lot of things that weren't hers," Megan says. "That was always her talent."There is something different in Megan's voice now. Not the sharp, careful girl I grew up with. Not the performer. Something rawer. Smaller. Like she has peeled off a layer she has been wearing for so long she forgot it was there."Why are you helping me?" I ask. Silence, then, quietly, "Because I'm tired of being the version of myself she