Todos os capítulos de REBORN AND BECOME A BILLIONAIRE'S WIFE: Capítulo 61 - Capítulo 69

Aurora's POV"Leverage."I say the word out loud, not to the room, but to myself, to the version of me that woke up six years in the past thinking she was the lucky one. The saved one. The child her mother chose.Vincent's smile does not move. That is what breaks something loose in my chest—not grief, not the clean kind anyway, something uglier. Something that has been sitting under every plan, every move, every careful step of this entire second life is the quiet assumption that Elena Sinclair loved me enough to keep me.She kept me from controlling what happened to Nadia. That is not love; that is strategy, and I am standing in a room full of people who knew it before I did.Sebastian's hand finds my arm, not tight, just there. I pull away, not because I want distance from him. Because if I let him hold me up right now, I will not be able to finish this. "Say it," I say to Vincent.His smile shifts slightly. "Say what?""What you wanted me to read. You planned for this. You wanted m

Aurora’s POV“Get down!”Sebastian’s voice hits me at the exact second the glass comes in, not out. The windows explode across the study in a spray of sound and light and sharp air. I drop on instinct, one arm over my head, the other locking around my bag before anything else can touch it.Something metallic hits the floor and spins. Then another, smoke, not fire, not a bomb, smoke canisters. Of course Vincent didn’t want us dead in the room. He wanted confusion, he wanted cover, and he wanted options. “Stay low,” Sebastian says, and then he’s there, one hand at the back of my neck, the other braced against the floor beside me as the room starts disappearing into white.Nadia coughs somewhere to my left.Raymond swears.Megan screams once, more startled than hurt.Arthur says, sharply, “He brought his own men.” That lands through the smoke.Vincent knew. No—Vincent planned this. I push up enough to see shapes moving through the haze. Dark jackets. Fast steps. Not police. Too quiet. To

Aurora’s POV“Give me the page.”Vincent says it like the whole house still belongs to him.I’m on my knees on the stair, page one crushed in my fist; Victoria is on the floor behind me, Megan is sobbing somewhere to my left, and Sebastian is half crouched beside me, ready to move.And Vincent is smiling. I hate that smile. “No,” I say. He tilts his head slightly. “You’re running out of ways to say that and stay alive.” “Then I’ll start repeating myself.”Sebastian moves one step down, enough to put more of himself between Vincent and me. “You should leave.”Vincent’s eyes flick to him. “You’re still confused about who gives orders in this house.” “No,” Sebastian says. “I’m clearer than I’ve ever been.”Lucas is already moving Victoria away from the gun. Nadia comes up the stairs fast, stops when she sees Vincent, and goes completely still. Good. Let him see her. Let him look at the girl he spent twenty-six years trying to erase and understand she is still here.Vincent sees her. Some

Aurora’s POV“Who authorized this session?”The voice blasts through the boardroom speakers before any of us move. Another screen lights up.Then another, men in suits. One woman with silver hair and sharp eyes. Faces arranged in neat little squares across the wall, all of them wearing the same expression: irritation first, confusion second.Then one of them sees the name at the top of the call.ADRIAN REEDAnd everything changes.“Adrian?” an older man says sharply. “What kind of sick joke is this?” No one in the room breathes.Sebastian is still in the chair. One hand on the table. Jaw is hard. Eyes fixed on the screens like he can force the room to obey if he stares long enough.Arthur moves first. He takes one slow step forward and says, “No joke. But if you disconnect in the next thirty seconds, Vincent Reed takes this company somewhere it does not come back from.”That gets them not trust, but attention. On the middle screen, the silver-haired woman leans in. “Arthur?” “Yes.” “W

Aurora’s POV“What did you just say?”I don’t recognize my own voice. The room has gone so quiet I can hear the faint electrical buzz from the screens on the wall. No one on the board speaks. No one in the study moves.Catherine doesn’t look at me. She looks at Nadia and says it again. “Because she was my husband’s daughter.”Nadia goes pale, not shocked pale. Worse than that. The kind that starts somewhere deep and works its way up until even breathing looks difficult.Sebastian doesn’t look at anyone. He stares at Catherine like she just reached into his chest and pulled out the last thing he still wanted to believe about his father and held it up for the whole room to see.Vincent says, “Enough.” It is the first time tonight the word sounds like it came from a man losing the shape of the room.Catherine turns her head slightly toward him. “No. Not enough. Not after all this time.” The board screens are still live. Every face is still there, watching. Good. Let them watch. Let them