All Chapters of 💔 Reborn: I Betrayed the Billionaire Who Loved Me: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

“I, Dominic Vale, take full responsibility for the events that occurred ten years ago…”My vision blurred.No.No—I kept reading.“…Roselyn Drave has no involvement in the matter.." "All actions were carried out solely by me.”My hands went cold.A ringing sound filled my ears.“…No…”This wasn’t just preparation.This was—A confession.A final one.Like he had already decided—Everything.My chest tightened painfully.“…Dominic…”What are you planning?Later that eveningHe came home like nothing had happened.Like he always did.Calm.Composed.Perfect.But now—I could see it.The distance.The quiet resolve.The way his eyes softened when he looked at me—Like someone memorizing something he was about to lose.“You’re back,” I said softly.He walked toward me immediately.“Did you miss me?”His voice was gentle.Too gentle.I stared at him.“…Where did you go?”“Work.”A simple answer.Too simple.I stepped closer.“…What kind of work?”His gaze didn’t waver.“Things you don’t

Outside the mansion gates… A black car idled in silence. Inside— A man flipped through an old case file. Photos. Blood. Names. And one sentence circled in red: “The real truth was buried.” He smiled faintly. “Let’s dig it up… properly this time.” Roselyn POV Morning came quietly. Too quietly. Sunlight slipped through the curtains, soft and warm, landing on the dining table already set for breakfast. Everything looked… normal. Perfect. Too perfect. I stood by the doorway, watching him. Dominic. Sleeves rolled up. Movements precise. Back straight. He looked like a man who had never lost control of anything in his life. And yet— I knew better now. “Are you going to keep staring,” he said without turning, “or come sit?” I smiled faintly and walked in. “You’ve gotten sharper,” I teased. “You didn’t even look at me.” “I don’t need to.” He placed the plate in front of me. “I know when you’re there.” My fingers paused slightly on the table. That line— Normal

Roselyn POVThe morning felt… normal.Too normal.Sunlight filtered into the living room, soft and warm, landing on the marble floor like nothing in the world had changed.But something had.I could feel it.Even before I picked up my phone.“Eat first.”Dominic’s voice came from the dining table.Calm. Controlled.Like always.I glanced at him.He was already dressed—sharp suit, sleeves perfectly aligned, expression unreadable.Working mode.Dangerously calm mode.“I will,” I said softly.But my fingers were already unlocking my phone.And then—Everything shattered.BREAKING: Old Drave Family Case Resurfaces“Accident… or Something More?”My breath caught.I scrolled.Faster.Faster.Articles.Posts.Comments.All saying the same thing—“New evidence suggests inconsistencies in the original ruling.”“Was the Drave heiress really just a victim?”“Insiders claim the truth was buried.”My hands went cold.It started.Adrian.He started.“Roselyn.”I didn’t look up.“…It’s out.”“I know

Roselyn POVThe mansion was quieter than usual.Not the peaceful kind of quiet…but the kind that felt watched.I sat by the window, fingers lightly tracing the rim of the teacup in my hand. The curtains were drawn halfway, sunlight slipping in like it had to ask for permission first.“Too cold.”His voice came from behind me.Before I could react, a coat was already draped over my shoulders—warm, familiar, carrying his scent.“Bro…” I sighed softly. “I’m not cold.”“You were rubbing your fingers,” Dominic replied calmly.I paused.I hadn’t even noticed.He always did.I turned slightly, watching him as he adjusted the coat properly around me, his movements slow, precise… almost ritualistic.“You’ve been sitting here for twenty-three minutes,” he added. “Without moving.”I blinked.“…You were counting?”“I always am.”A faint smile curved his lips, gentle, affectionate.But something in my chest tightened.Lately… he had been like this.More attentive.More careful.More—Present.“Di

Roselyn POVWhen I got home, he was already waiting.Standing in the middle of the living room.Still.Calm.Watching.“Bro…”I barely got the word out before he stepped forward.His hand cupped my face instantly, scanning me.“Did he touch you?”“No.”“Did he get close?”“Not really—”His grip tightened slightly.“You shouldn’t have gone.”I frowned. “Dominic—”“I told you—”“And I told you I’m not a child!”The words came out sharper than I intended.Silence.Heavy.Then—His hand slowly dropped.“…I know.”But his voice didn’t match.I stepped closer.“This isn’t just your fight,” I said quietly. “Whoever that man is… he’s coming for both of us.”His gaze locked onto mine.Dark.Unreadable.“…Then I’ll handle it.”“No.”That made him pause.I held his gaze firmly.“This time… I’m not the one being protected.”A beat.Then—“I’m hunting with you.”Something flickered in his eyes.Danger.Interest.Recognition.“…Roselyn,” he said softly.“Yes?”He stepped closer again.Close enough