Todos os capítulos de REBORN AND BECOME A BILLIONAIRE'S WIFE: Capítulo 51 - Capítulo 60

Aurora’s POV“Dead men don’t badge into buildings,” I say it before I can stop myself. Sebastian keeps his eyes on the road. “No.” “Then somebody is using his access.” “Yes.”“How is that possible?” “Money,” Nadia says from the back. “Or habit. Old systems don’t get cleaned up unless someone has a reason to clean them.” That lands too neatly.Sebastian glances in the mirror. “You sound like you’ve thought about this before.”Nadia lets out one breath. “I spent fifteen years being watched by people I didn’t know were watching me. I’ve thought about a lot of things.” Silence.The city slips past the windows in streaks of white and orange. My hands are flat in my lap because if I let them move, they will start shaking again, and I am tired of feeling that. The Reed Foundation facility is still active.Adrian Reed’s credentials are still being used.Dr. Elias Vane is inside destroying files. And somewhere between all of those facts is a version of this story none of us have seen yet. “Co

Sebastian’s POV“Open it!” Aurora’s voice cuts through the smoke just as I hit the keycard against the reader: Red, again, Red.Behind me, paper catches fast. Too fast. The heat shifts across the room in waves, and Vane is still smiling like a man who thinks fire makes him powerful. “Wrong card?” Nadia asks. “No.” I swipe again, Red.The smoke thickens. Aurora grabs one of the metal bins and kicks it hard toward the first row of flames. It buys us nothing but noise.Vane laughs once. “He changed the lock after the last audit.” I turn. He is backing away now. Not toward us. Toward the service hall on the far side of the archive, running. Good. That means the office matters more than his exit.Aurora sees it too. She goes for him. Not full speed. Just enough to cut off the angle he wants. Vane stops short, curses, and swings the folder in his hand at her face. She ducks. Nadia catches the edge of his sleeve and yanks hard enough to throw him off balance. He stumbles into a shelf; files

Sebastian’s PO“Give me the page.”My voice comes out harder than I mean it to.Aurora looks up at me, then at Nadia, then back at the torn sheet in her hand. Smoke is starting to push under the basement door now. Not thick yet. Thick enough that we do not have long.“She signed it,” Nadia says. No one answers because we all see the same name. Catherine Reed, not Vincent, not some clerk paid to look away.Catherine. My uncle’s wife. The woman sitting in my mother’s house an hour ago was talking about survival like it was the only clean thing left in the world.Aurora smooths the page once against her palm and reads the line again, slower this time, like the name might become someone else's if she gives it another second.It doesn’t.Nadia laughs once. It sounds torn. “So she didn’t just know,” she says. “She helped.” The smoke thickens. I force myself to move. “Pocket it. We leave now.”Aurora folds the page and slides it into her bag. Nadia grabs one of the white archive boxes from t

Sebastian’s POV“You’re not sleeping.”Aurora doesn’t look up from the papers spread across my table.“No.”It’s almost four in the morning. Nadia finally gave in thirty minutes ago and is asleep on the couch with one arm over her face, like she was trying to block out the whole night and lost halfway through. Aurora hasn’t stopped moving since we got back. Sort and read, compare, mark, and rebuild.If I didn’t know better, I’d think she was made of wire. She isn’t. That’s the problem. “How long do you think you can do this?” I ask. She lifts one page, compares it to the ledger, and sets it down. “Long enough.”“That isn’t an answer.”“It’s the only one I have.”I lean against the doorway and watch her for another second.She looks worse than she did an hour ago. Paler. More tired. The cut at her temple has started to reopen, a thin line of red at the edge. She hasn’t noticed, or she has and decided it doesn’t matter.That sounds more like her. I cross the room, take the paper from he

Aurora’s POV“You have three minutes before Vincent notices anything is wrong.”Megan appears as the second as Sebastian and I slip into the west service hall. No greeting, no softness, just that. Good.“What changed?” I ask.“Victoria moved the page.” Her voice stays low. “It’s not in the handbag now.” My pulse kicks once. “Where?” “In the lining of her coat.” Of course it is. “Which coat?”“Black one. Left side seam. She stitched it in herself.” Megan glances toward the study doors. “And Catherine already knows someone is coming. She doesn’t know who.”Sebastian steps closer. “How do you know?”Megan looks at him once. Flat. “Because she checked the service hall twice in ten minutes and asked where the old housekeeper was. She only does that when she’s nervous.”Good."Nervous" means the room is not silent.“What’s the setup?” I ask.“Vincent at the desk. Raymond by the window. Victoria near the tea cart. Catherine is standing, like always, because she hates sitting when she doesn’t