All Chapters of Reborn:The mafia king wife : Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Elena's POVI couldn't sleep.The city lights shimmered beyond the window of the safehouse while countless thoughts raced through my mind.Daniel Mercer slept in the room across the hall.Two security guards stood outside.Marcus had personally arranged the location after our escape.According to him, nobody would find Daniel here.I hoped he was right.Because if Daniel died now, one of the biggest pieces of evidence connecting Factory Seven to the Serpent Circle would disappear forever.And I wasn't about to let that happen.Not again.Not in this life.Not after everything I had already learned.I stood by the window and stared into the darkness.Ten years ago, I knew nothing.I was naïve.Trusting.Weak.I believed the people around me loved me.I believed family would never betray family.I believed kindness was enough.How foolish.In my previous life, that ignorance cost me everything.My father.My company.My future.My life.A cold smile appeared on my lips.Fortunately, I w

Elena's POVThere was a saying in the business world.When your enemy remained silent after suffering a loss, it usually meant one of two things.They were either retreating.Or preparing something bigger.Knowing Victor Kane, it was never the first option.Men like him didn't retreat.They adapted.They observed.Then they struck harder.Which meant I couldn't afford to relax.Not even for a moment.---The investigation inside Hart Group continued throughout the week.Every day brought new discoveries.Missing funds.Suspicious transactions.Questionable contracts.The audit department was working overtime.Executives were becoming nervous.Managers were becoming defensive.Several employees had already been suspended.Exactly as planned.---The best part?Nobody suspected me.Why would they?I was still a sixteen-year-old high school student.A girl who attended classes.Completed assignments.Participated in competitions.Nobody imagined I was the reason half the finance departme

Elena's POVI spent the entire night studying the photograph.Most people would have seen nothing unusual.A dim underground corridor.Industrial walls.Metal support beams.A security door.Nothing more.Nothing important.Nothing suspicious.But I wasn't most people.And I had learned long ago that the smallest details often hid the biggest secrets.---The photograph lay on my desk beneath a bright lamp.Beside it sat my laptop.Three notebooks.A magnifying lens.And several cups of coffee.---I zoomed in.Again.And again.And again.---Every shadow.Every reflection.Every object.Every angle.---Hours passed.The city outside slowly transitioned from darkness to dawn.Yet I remained focused.---Because someone connected to the Serpent Circle had given me this photograph.That meant it had value.Perhaps not obvious value.But value nonetheless.---Otherwise they would never have risked exposing it.---Finally...I found something.---A number.---Tiny.Barely visible.-

Elena's POVSome truths waited patiently.Hidden beneath layers of lies.Buried beneath time.Protected by fear.And some truths had bodies attached to them.Bodies nobody wanted discovered.Evidence nobody wanted exposed.Secrets powerful people would kill to protect.As I stared at the photograph of Sector B-17, I couldn't shake the feeling that whatever lay beneath that hidden hatch belonged in the second category.Someone had erased it from official blueprints.Someone inside the Serpent Circle had secretly pointed me toward it.And someone else was desperately trying to keep me away.That combination alone made it worth investigating.---Three days later, I stood in front of a large map of Factory Seven.The abandoned factory had been closed for years after the explosion.Officially.Unofficially, people still came and went.I've already proven that much.The facility wasn't dead.It was sleeping.And sleeping monsters were often the most dangerous.---My laptop displayed satel

Elena’s POVThe alarm screamed through the underground archive like a living thing.Sharp.Violent.Merciless.Red emergency lights flashed overhead, painting the room in a pulsing crimson glow. Every shelf, every filing cabinet, every steel beam seemed to flicker between shadow and blood.For one suspended second, I stood frozen in front of the locked cabinet marked Factory Seven Incident Report.Then the sound of approaching footsteps snapped me back to reality.Many footsteps.Heavy.Fast.Too many.My pulse turned ice-cold.We had been found.Adrian reacted first.He crossed the room in three long strides and reached the main archive door, listening to the corridor beyond. His expression hardened almost immediately.“Six, maybe eight men,” he said quietly. “Possibly more behind them.”Wonderful.Exactly the kind of evening every sixteen-year-old girl dreamed of.I looked back at the locked cabinet.The file inside could change everything.It could contain names.Orders.Financial