Todos os capítulos de Reborn: Married to Your Greatest Enemy: Capítulo 21 - Capítulo 26

RAYAI woke up on the study sofa a little after nine, a blanket over me that I didn't remember pulling up myself, and the smell of coffee somewhere close.Xavier was at the desk, already showered, already dressed, scrolling through something on his laptop with the particular stillness he got when he was reading news coverage instead of a spreadsheet."Morning," I said, my voice rough with sleep.He glanced up. "There's coffee. You'll want to see this before you drink it."He turned the laptop around.The headline took up half the screen. SINCLAIR EMPIRE IN RUINS: THREE PROPERTIES DESTROYED IN OVERNIGHT BLAZE. Underneath it, aerial photos of the warehouse, smoke still curling off the wreckage in the gray morning light, and a smaller photo beside it of Victor, caught by some photographer at dawn, standing in front of the vault with his tie loosened and his face doing something I'd genuinely never seen it do before.He looked old. He looked like a man who understood, for the first time,

​RAYA​The rain started back up just after four, a steady, gray drizzle tapping against the high study windows and washing out what was left of the afternoon light.​The estate was completely still. No security radios crackling in the hallway, no phones buzzing on the dark mahogany desk. Just the low, steady hum of the central heating and the occasional rustle of paper whenever Xavier turned a page across the room.​I was curled up on the corner of the leather sofa with a heavy hardcover I’d pulled off his shelves, holding a cup of tea that had long since gone cold. After the morning we’d shared—the rubbery eggs, the burnt toast, the rain-soaked walk around the overgrown maze in the back—the air in the house felt entirely different.​The sharp, defensive tension that usually sat between us had dulled into something heavy, quiet, and grounded.​"You're not reading," Xavier said softly.​He didn't look up from the document he was annotating, his pen moving in smooth, practiced strokes a

RAYAThe stylus felt surprisingly heavy in my hand as I pressed it against the cold glass screen.My signature bloomed in clean, dark ink across the bottom line of the proxy transfer. With one final tap, my mother's voting power, my father's legacy, and Victor's stolen authority officially shifted into Xavier's hands.The screen flashed green once, confirming the transaction, before fading back into dark glass.It was done.Xavier didn't pull back immediately. His hand remained resting against the small of my back, broad and heavy, his chest barely an inch from mine as his eyes stayed locked onto the screen. I could feel the steady thud of his heart against my shoulder, the faint heat radiating off him cutting through the cool night air in the kitchen."That's it," I whispered. "He can't touch the board tomorrow.""He can't even enter the building," Xavier corrected softly, his voice a low rumble right beside my ear.He straightened up slowly, his hand sliding away from my back, thoug