All Chapters of 💔 Reborn: I Betrayed the Billionaire Who Loved Me: Chapter 101 - Chapter 106

Roselyn POV “Tell me she doesn’t know.” Dominic’s voice was quiet. Too quiet. Not calm. Controlled. Dangerously controlled. The hospital corridor felt colder now. The fluorescent lights above us hummed softly, but the sound only made the silence heavier. Bryan remained frozen on the other end of the call, waiting. Watching. Listening. For my answer. I looked at the screen one last time. The extracted file log remained there. Partial access. Incomplete retrieval. But enough. More than enough. Slowly, I lifted my gaze to Dominic. And for the first time since this began— I stopped calculating. Stopped strategizing. Stopped pretending this was still just another battle. “She knows enough,” I said quietly. The words landed harder than shouting ever could. Dominic’s jaw tightened instantly. Not surprise. Not disbelief. Acceptance. Cold and immediate. “Bryan,” he said without looking away from me. “Lock everything down.” His tone shifted. Not business. Not

Roselyn POV “No more screens.” The message glowed coldly against my phone. It’s time we meet properly. Silence filled the penthouse after that. Heavy. Sharp. Dangerous. Dominic took the phone from my hand immediately. His eyes scanned the message once before his expression darkened completely. “No.” One word. Absolute. I leaned back slightly against the desk. “She wants me there.” “She wants access,” he corrected instantly. “She wants control.” The security team continued moving through the penthouse behind us, searching every corner despite already knowing the truth. There had been no intruder. Not physically. Which somehow made Victoria even more terrifying. Bryan’s voice came through the restored comm system. “I’m tracing the message route now.” “You won’t find her,” I said quietly. A pause. Then Bryan sighed. “…Probably not.” Because Victoria never sent anything directly. Every move was layered. Every signal routed. Every action intentional. Dominic

Roselyn POV Morning didn’t feel like morning. It felt like something unfinished. The penthouse was too quiet in a way that wasn’t peaceful—just controlled silence, like the world outside had temporarily agreed not to interrupt what was happening inside. Dominic stood near the glass wall, one hand in his pocket, the other resting on a glass of water he hadn’t touched. He hadn’t slept. Not really. It showed in the stillness of his posture. Not exhaustion in the ordinary sense—but distance. Like part of him was already somewhere else. On the table behind him, multiple screens still displayed fragments of last night’s collapse: media coverage of Vale Industries, Stephen’s takeover announcement, financial analysts trying to make sense of a shift no one fully understood yet. But Dominic wasn’t watching those. His focus was elsewhere. On something older. Something buried. I stepped closer. “Dominic.” He didn’t turn immediately. “I’m fine,” he said, but his voice didn’t match