Lahat ng Kabanata ng Reborn:The mafia king wife : Kabanata 61 - Kabanata 70

The executive floor of St. Gabriel Rehabilitation Center was too quiet.That was the first thing Elena noticed as the elevator doors slid open.Not peaceful.Not elegant.Quiet in the way expensive places often were when they existed to hide ugly things behind polished walls and soft lighting. The hallway was lined with white marble, muted gold accents, and framed landscape paintings that cost more than most people’s houses. Somewhere farther down the corridor, a piano instrumental drifted softly through hidden speakers.Elena hated it instantly.It smelled like antiseptic, money, and lies.Adrian walked beside her, one hand in his pocket, his expression calm enough to be mistaken for indifferent. But Elena knew better now. She knew how to read the minute shifts in his face, the way his jaw set when he was angry, the almost imperceptible hardening in his eyes when he was one second away from becoming dangerous.Right now, Adrian Blackwell was very dangerous.Two private security guard

No one spoke.The corridor outside St. Gabriel’s executive records wing had never felt colder.Elena stood perfectly still, the tablet in her hand suddenly heavier than before, while Luca’s words echoed through the silence like a death sentence.Subject E-01B — Initial Delivery.A recording.A real recording.Not a report.Not a summary.Not one of Harold Voss’s sanitized notes written in neat professional language to disguise cruelty as “behavioral management.”A video.A living piece of the past.A record of the day her life had been handed over like cargo.Adrian looked at Elena first.Not the tablet.Not Luca.Elena.Her face had gone pale—not weak, not fragile, but dangerously still. Too still. The kind of stillness Adrian had learned to fear, because it usually meant she was one heartbeat away from doing something irreversible.“Where is it?” Elena asked.Luca lifted the tablet slightly. “Loaded on the secured archive copy. It hasn’t been opened yet.”“Play it.”“Elena—”“Play i

The drive out of the city took forty-three minutes.Not one of them felt ordinary.Rain streaked across the black windows of Adrian’s car in silver lines, blurring the world beyond into a smear of distant lights and empty roads. The city had long since disappeared behind them, replaced by old forest, private estates, and roads so quiet they felt deliberately forgotten.Elena sat in the back seat beside Adrian, one leg crossed over the other, her expression calm enough to be mistaken for detached.It was a lie.She had gone quiet in the dangerous way.The way she always did when rage became too focused to show on her face.Luca sat in the front passenger seat with a tablet balanced in one hand, the glow of the screen cutting across his sharp features as he monitored the live trace.“The signal hasn’t moved,” he said. “Sophia’s phone is still pinging inside the property perimeter.”Adrian’s gaze remained fixed on the road ahead, though he wasn’t the one driving. His expression had not c

The gunshot echoed through Morrow House.For one second, everything froze.Then the entire lower level erupted into chaos.Voices shouted upstairs.Boots thundered across the floor above them.The emergency red lights flickered through the corridor, bathing the medical suite in a glow so similar to the Red Room that Lyra nearly collapsed again.Elena tightened her grip on her wrist.“Look at me,” she said sharply.Lyra’s breathing was ragged, panicked, but her eyes found Elena’s.“Stay with me.”Another gunshot cracked from somewhere upstairs.Adrian moved to the doorway, gun already in hand, his expression turning glacial as he listened to the movement outside.“They’re inside,” Luca said, checking the corridor through the narrow glass panel. “At least six. Maybe more.”Sophia smiled from the chair, throat bruised, eyes glittering with something ugly.“You’re too late,” she said. “Victor won’t let her leave.”Elena turned her head slowly.That was all the warning Sophia got.Elena cr

Rain and blood were running together down Elena’s hand.For one second, the whole world narrowed to the burning pain in her side.Victor’s blade hadn’t gone deep enough to kill her.But it had gone deep enough to matter.Adrian was in front of her instantly, gun raised, his entire body turning into a wall between Elena and the rest of the world. Luca had Sophia by the arm, dragging her back while keeping his weapon aimed toward the tree line where more headlights were beginning to cut through the storm.“Elena,” Adrian said sharply, not turning around. “Can you stand?”Elena pressed her hand harder against the wound and forced herself up.“Yes.”It was a lie.A good one.Adrian knew it immediately.But before he could say anything, Victor laughed through the rain.“Still pretending to be invincible,” he said, clutching his bleeding shoulder. “That will kill you one day.”Elena lifted her head slowly.Rain ran down her face, her hair, the line of her throat. Her lips were pale from pai