All Chapters of Reborn:The mafia king wife : Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

The elevator had already gone down.Elena stared at the glowing B2 light above the shaft, every muscle in her body pulled tight.A child.They were moving a child.Not a file. Not a shipment. Not evidence packed into cold metal boxes.A child.For one terrible second, the present and the past overlapped so violently that Elena could not breathe. She could see it too clearly—small hands, white walls, cold lights, a gurney rolling down a corridor while adults talked over a child’s body as if it were equipment.She knew that sound.The wheels.The straps.The silence after screaming stopped.“Elena.”Adrian’s voice cut through the static in her skull.She turned sharply.He was already at the security terminal again, fingers moving over the screen with swift, ruthless precision. The dim office light painted his face in pale blue shadows, but his expression was all hard focus.“They took the main elevator,” he said. “There’s a service lift at the end of the west corridor that also reaches

The sirens were still screaming.Red emergency lights washed over the white corridor in violent flashes as Elena and Adrian ran out of the Subject E room, Mira waiting near the wall with tear-streaked cheeks and frightened eyes. The injured guard Adrian had threatened into obedience was slumped on the floor, pale and shaking, too terrified to move.The moment Mira saw Elena, she reached for her.Elena didn’t hesitate. She dropped to one knee and gathered the little girl into her arms again, shielding her from the chaos with her own body.“It’s okay,” Elena whispered, brushing damp hair away from Mira’s forehead. “I’m here.”Mira clung to her like she was the only solid thing left in the world.Adrian stood over them, gun in hand, eyes scanning both ends of the corridor with ruthless focus. But when he glanced down and saw Elena crouched on the floor holding the child in the middle of alarms, blood, and flashing lights, something dark and possessive shifted in his expression.It lasted

The convoy moved within minutes.Rain lashed the dockyard as Adrian’s men sealed the recovered servers into armored cases and loaded them into the rear SUV. Mira was already asleep in the first vehicle under the supervision of Adrian’s medic, wrapped in a thermal blanket and too exhausted to know the war around her had only changed locations.Elena stood beneath the warehouse overhang, the cracked tablet still in her hand, staring at the highlighted file one last time before locking the screen.E-01 / PROPERTY STATUS REVIEW.The words were still there.Still cold.Still enough to turn her blood to ice.Property.Asset.Transfer.She had spent one life dying because monsters thought they owned people.She would not let them do it again.A black umbrella appeared over her head.Elena glanced sideways.Adrian stood beside her, one hand in the pocket of his coat, the other pressed loosely over the fresh bandage around his injured arm. Rainwater darkened the strands of his black hair, and

The elevator doors opened to the underground garage with a soft metallic chime.Elena stepped out first.Adrian followed half a second later, one hand holding the encrypted case containing the copied Factory Seven files, the other already reaching for the car keys one of his security men had waiting beside a matte-black armored sedan.Neither of them spoke.Not about the office.Not about the way Adrian had been kneeling in front of her with his hand on her shoulder and his eyes on her mouth.Not about the fact that, for one dangerous second, Elena had forgotten Ethan existed.The silence in the garage was heavy with everything they were not saying.Adrian opened the passenger door.Elena looked at it.Then at him.“Are you under the impression I can’t open my own car door?”“Yes,” Adrian said calmly, “but only because you’re currently one Samuel Vale file away from homicide.”Elena stared at him.He stared back.Then, because she was tired and furious and very aware that Adrian was u

“I’m not sleeping.”Elena’s voice cut cleanly through the office.Adrian had just reached the door, but he stopped with his hand still resting on the handle. For a second, he said nothing. Then he turned back slowly, his expression unreadable in the pale gray light of dawn.“You just found out your childhood was documented like a lab report,” he said. “You’ve been awake all night, you were nearly shot twelve hours ago, and your current plan involves tracking down a man who sold reports about your abuse for money.”Elena crossed her arms.“Yes.”Adrian stared at her.Then he shut the door again.The click sounded far too deliberate.“You’re impossible,” he said.Elena arched a brow. “And yet you keep following me around.”“That’s because if I stop following you around for five minutes, someone usually ends up bleeding.”“Sometimes that someone deserves it.”“Most of the time,” Adrian corrected.That almost made her smile.Almost.But the smile never fully came.Because Harold Voss’s ph