All Chapters of REBORN AND BECOME A BILLIONAIRE'S WIFE: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

Aurora’s POV“Where is the letter?”I ask it before anyone else can breathe.Vincent straightens his shirt where I grabbed it and almost smiles again. Almost. He likes this too much: the pause before truth, the room leaning toward him, and the feeling that even cornered, he still holds one more thing we need.“That depends,” he says, “on whether you’re asking as Elena’s daughter or as the woman still trying to decide what that means.”I take one step toward him.Sebastian catches my wrist this time. Not rough, not to stop me from speaking, just enough to keep me from doing something that would let Vincent control the shape of this room again.“Answer her,” Sebastian says.Vincent glances at his hand on my wrist, then at Sebastian’s face. A small, ugly look passes over him. Good. Let him see it. Let him see that I am not standing alone in this room anymore. The woman on the center screen says, “Mr. Reed, if this letter exists, produce it.”Vincent looks up at the monitors. “Suspend me

Aurora’s POV“Move!”Sebastian’s voice hits the room at the exact second the floor jerks under us.The boardroom screens flicker. The lights cut out. For one blind second, all I hear is glass rattling, someone swearing, and the deep mechanical grind of something old waking up inside the walls.Then red emergency lights come on. Everything in the study turns the wrong color.Vincent is already moving. Of course he is.He steps back from the table, remote still in his hand, and a section of wall behind him shifts with a hard click. Not a full door. A narrow panel. Just wide enough for one person to slip through if they knew it was there.Catherine goes pale. “No,” she says. That gets my attention faster than the hidden opening.Sebastian hears it too. “What is it?”Catherine looks at the panel like it just became a grave. “The lower vault.”Vincent smiles once. “Too late.” Then he disappears through the opening.Sebastian goes after him instantly. I grab his arm. “Wait.” He turns on me,

Aurora’s POV“Behind me.”Sebastian says it without looking at me. I don’t move.The vault door groans wider. Red light from the corridor spills across the floor in a thin line. For one second, all I can see is shadow. A shape. Then another. Then one person steps into the opening fully, and the whole room changes.Lucas, of course. His shirt is bloodstained at one shoulder. His face is pale. But he’s standing, breathing hard, and very much alive. Behind him are two house security men I recognize from earlier.Vincent’s smile disappears. Good.Lucas looks past us, straight at Vincent, and says, “Sorry, sir. We had to improvise.” Sir. Not Sebastian.Vincent. I grip my bag tighter. So the traitor came back. That should surprise me less than it does.Sebastian steps forward. “You picked a side.”Lucas finally looks at him. His expression is almost apologetic. “Too late,” he says. That answer should not sting Sebastian. I see it land anyway. Small. Sharp. The kind of hurt pride refuses to

Aurora’s POV“Answer the question.” My voice cuts through the room before the silence settles properly. No one pretends not to know which question I mean.Why, Damien?Why not Sebastian?Why all those years of steering me toward the safer man when the more dangerous one had my whole life sitting quietly inside his family name.Vincent looks at me first. Then at Sebastian, and then back at the page now hidden inside my bag, like he still believes paper is the most dangerous thing in the room. He is wrong, not tonight. “Because Damien was easy,” Catherine says. That surprises all of us, even Vincent. Good. Let her keep doing that. I turn toward her. “Easy how?”“Easy to flatter. Easy to fund. Easy to make feel important.” Her eyes flick once to Vincent. “He wanted power, but he wanted it the lazy way. Men like that are simple to use.”Megan laughs once. Cold. “You mean he was stupid.” “No,” Catherine says. “Stupid men break too early. Damien was patient. That made him useful.” I feel Se

Aurora’s POV“That’s a lie.”Vincent says it before I finish my first sentence. Good. Let him interrupt. Let the board hear how badly he needs to break the order of this room.I keep my hand flat on page one and look straight at the center screen. “I’m going to continue.” The silver-haired woman nods once. “Do.”Vincent laughs under his breath. “You’re letting a girl with stolen papers dictate an emergency session.” The woman does not look at him. “You had years to speak cleanly, Vincent. You chose not to.” That lands hard. I keep going.“Twenty-six years ago, two girls were separated at birth. One was left visible under the Sinclair name. One was moved through a Reed Foundation facility and buried under alternate guardianship. ” I tap page one. “This page identifies Subject A as retained under Sinclair family identity. This page," I lift the copied transfer record, “contains the signatures of Vincent Reed, Raymond Sinclair, and Victoria Sinclair.” Then I lift the torn page fragment.