All Chapters of 💔 Reborn: I Betrayed the Billionaire Who Loved Me: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

A Name Unspoken Victoria Belle. The thought surfaced— Uninvited. Unconfirmed. But present. Dominic Steps Closer “What is it?” he asked. I hesitated. “Nothing concrete,” I said. A beat. “But something isn’t right.” His Response He didn’t dismiss it. Didn’t question it. “Then we watch,” he said. Simple. Steady. Elsewhere — Victoria She didn’t rush. She never had. The screen in front of her glowed softly. Data flowed— Not taken. Not forced. Observed. “…You always had more,” she said quietly. Her gaze remained fixed. “More attention.” “More trust.” “More everything.” A faint smile touched her lips. “But not this time.” Her Method She didn’t break systems. She didn’t force entry. She waited. Learned. Slipped through what was already open. Where no one thought to look. Back to Roselyn I closed the file. No errors. No alerts. But the absence of disruption— Was its own signal. Awareness Returns “Keep

Roselyn POV The trap looked real. That was the point. Bryan adjusted the final layer on the screen. “…Access node is live,” he said. A clean entry point. Visible enough to be tempting. Hidden enough to feel unguarded. “Logs?” I asked. “Fully mirrored,” he replied. “Any interaction gets recorded.” Set Dominic stood beside me. Silent. Watching. “You’re sure she’ll go for it?” he asked. I didn’t look away from the screen. “She won’t ignore it.” A pause. “But she won’t trust it either.” Waiting Time stretched. Minutes passed. Nothing. The system remained still. Too still. Bryan exhaled lightly. “…Maybe she’s not biting.” “No,” I said quietly. My eyes stayed fixed. “She’s already here.” The First Sign A flicker. Small. Barely there. Bryan leaned forward instantly. “…Movement.” Not a breach. A probe. Testing the Edges “She’s not entering,” he added. “She’s mapping.” Of course she was. Victoria — Elsewhere

Back to Roselyn The pressure shifted. Not just external. Internal. Closer. I took a step back. The room tilted— Just slightly. A sharp pull followed. Low. Sudden. My hand moved instinctively. “…Roselyn?” Dominic’s voice changed immediately. I didn’t answer. Because something wasn’t right. The Moment Warmth. Wrong. I looked down— And saw it. Blood. Immediate Response Dominic moved instantly. “Bryan—clear the way.” No panic. Just urgency. “Now.” Hospital The world blurred. Lights. Voices. Movement. Until— Stillness. Uncertainty Dominic stood just outside the treatment area. Waiting. Not pacing. Not speaking. Just… waiting. The door opened. A doctor stepped out. “There was significant stress on her body,” he said. A pause. “And bleeding.” Dominic’s jaw tightened slightly. “What caused it?” he asked. The doctor hesitated briefly. “…It’s a threatened miscarriage.” The Word Lands Silence. “…Miscarriage?” Dominic repeated. The doctor studie

Roselyn POV The silence after a successful strike was never peace. It was preparation. Bryan’s screens still reflected the aftermath of our move—Victoria’s financial channel remained frozen, its ripple effects spreading exactly as expected. But nothing about the room felt victorious. “She hasn’t responded,” Bryan said. Too calm. Too quiet. I didn’t look away from the data. “She has,” I replied. “Just not where we’re watching.” Dominic leaned against the edge of the table, arms crossed, expression unreadable. “She wouldn’t let that go,” he said. “No,” I answered. “She wouldn’t.” The Shift It came without warning. A new alert. Not external. Not financial. Corporate. Bryan’s fingers moved quickly. “…This is coming from Vale Holdings.” Dominic straightened. “What now?” Bryan hesitated—just for a second. Then turned the screen toward us. Emergency filings. Board notices. Legal escalations. “They’ve initiated an emergency intervent

Roselyn POV The system was quiet again. Too quiet. Bryan’s screens showed stability—no active breach, no visible intrusion. But I knew better. “She’s not done,” Bryan said. “No,” I replied. “She’s just waiting.” A Different Kind of Calm Dominic stood beside me, his presence steady. Protective. Watching me more than the screens. “You should rest,” he said quietly. I shook my head. “If I step back now, she steps in.” A pause. “And next time, she won’t just look.” The Decision Hiding wasn’t enough anymore. Containment wasn’t enough. Defense— Was over. I turned toward Bryan. “Pull everything we have on her.” He frowned. “We already did. There’s barely anything solid—” “Not public,” I cut in. “Hidden structures.” “Patterns.” “Anything that doesn’t belong.” His expression shifted. Understanding. “You’re going after her directly.” “Yes.” The Hunt Begins Victoria didn’t leave obvious traces. She erased. Rebuilt. Layered herself behind systems and people.