Lahat ng Kabanata ng The rebirth of Natasha Berlin : Kabanata 21 - Kabanata 27

Chapter Twenty-OneSebastianThe rhythmic tapping of keyboards echoed softly throughout the executive floor of Laurent Holdings as another busy morning settled into motion. Employees moved with practiced efficiency, assistants carried stacks of documents between offices, and meetings began exactly on schedule. Business, as always, waited for no one.Normally, that was enough to occupy every corner of my attention.Today, however, my mind refused to cooperate.I sat behind my desk, a financial report open before me, yet the numbers blurred together without meaning. My eyes skimmed over the page for what must have been the third time before I finally closed the folder with a quiet sigh.A knock came at the door, Marcus entered carrying his tablet, his usual calm expression unchanged."Good morning, sir.""Morning."He walked over to the desk and began his routine briefing."The Zurich investors have confirmed tomorrow's meeting. The legal department has reviewed the acquisition proposa

Chapter Twenty-Three.SebastianBy the time I pulled into the driveway of Natasha's family home, the city had settled into the quiet rhythm of the night. The streetlights cast long shadows across the pavement, and for the first time since leaving the Laurent estate, neither of us had spoken.The silence wasn't uncomfortable. It was... different.I turned off the engine and glanced toward the passenger seat.Natasha was looking out the window, seemingly lost in thought. The glow from the streetlights softened her features, replacing her usual guarded expression with one that looked almost... peaceful."You've been quiet," I observed.She smiled faintly without looking at me."I was thinking.""I gathered that."She turned to face me."Your parents surprised me.""In what way?""I expected them to be intimidating.""They usually are.""They weren't.""They were being polite."She laughed softly."I'll take that."For a brief moment, neither of us spoke again. Then she looked down at her

Chapter Twenty-Five Sebastian The sound of pages turning echoed quietly through the conference room. Across from me, our lawyer adjusted his glasses before placing the final copy of the agreement on the polished mahogany table. "Everything has been updated according to both parties' requests," he said. "The revised clauses now include the living arrangement, public appearances, financial independence, and confidentiality." I nodded once before reaching for the document. Beside me, Natasha sat unusually quiet, her fingers lightly tracing the rim of the coffee cup in front of her. Unlike the determined woman who had confidently negotiated every clause during our first meeting, today she seemed distracted. She hadn't spoken much since arriving. And I knew why......Duncan. Marcus had informed me shortly before Natasha arrived that Duncan had visited the Berlin estate yesterday. The visit hadn't ended well. He still refused to sign the divorce papers. I resisted the urge to ask h

Chapter Twenty-Seven Natasha Living with Sebastian Laurent was... strange. Not because he was difficult. Quite the opposite. He was almost too easy to live with. He never invaded my space. He never asked unnecessary questions. Every morning, he left for work at precisely eight o'clock, and every evening, he returned at almost the exact same time unless a meeting delayed him. Everything about him followed a schedule. Everything except me. Three days after moving into the penthouse, I had already rearranged the books in the living room, filled the empty corners with flowers, and convinced the housekeeper to replace the dull gray cushions with warmer colors. The apartment finally looked as though people actually lived there. Unfortunately... Sebastian noticed. He stood in the middle of the living room after work, his briefcase still in his hand, slowly looking around. "The cushions are different." I looked up from the sofa. "They are." "The flowers are new." "They are."