Todos os capítulos de Reborn To Ruin My Billionaire Husband : Capítulo 1 - Capítulo 6

VivienneThe first thing I smelled was gasoline.It filled my nose, burned the back of my throat, and dragged me out of the darkness with a cough so violent that pain tore through my chest. Smoke covered the windshield in a thick gray sheet. The steering wheel had crushed into my ribs, my left leg was pinned beneath the twisted dashboard, and when I tried to pull free, pain ran from my knee to my hip.For several seconds, I could not remember how I had ended up there. Then the memory returned all at once: I had pressed the brake pedal and felt it sink uselessly beneath my foot as the coastal road curved ahead. I had fought the wheel, hit the guardrail, and felt the car leave the road with nothing beneath me but open air.I grabbed the seat belt release and pushed it, but nothing happened.“No. Please.”I pushed again, harder this time, but the buckle refused to open. Fire was already moving across the hood, bright beneath the smoke.“Help me!”My voice struck the rocks and came back

Vivienne Lucian did not invite me to sit, which told me almost as much about him as the two security men stationed beyond the glass doors. “You have four minutes left,” he said. “You should use them wisely.” “I came here offering information that could save you hundreds of millions.” “Then start offering.” I placed my phone on his desk without sliding it toward him. “Tomorrow at 2:40, Grant Mercer will contact your acquisition team and claim the Al-Masri family has reconsidered the terms of the deal. He will request a private renegotiation at the Bellmont because he has represented the family before.” Lucian folded his arms. “What happens at the meeting?” “Damien has paid two men inside the advisory group to produce altered projections showing undisclosed debt attached to the acquisition.” “That information is false.” “I know.” “How?” “Because Vale Capital discovers the manipulation after you withdraw from the deal. Three weeks later, Damien steps in through a subsidiary a

VivienneFor several seconds, I could only look at Lucian because there were too many sensible responses competing in my head, and none of them seemed appropriate for a man who had just proposed matrimony as though he were restructuring debt.“You cannot be serious.”“I would not have said it otherwise.”“You have known me for two days.”“I have known companies for less time before investing hundreds of millions in them.”“I am not a company.”“I am aware.”“Are you?”Lucian folded his arms, apparently prepared to wait until I finished objecting.I pressed my fingertips against the edge of the conference table. “I walked away from Damien yesterday morning.”“And by yesterday afternoon, he was already attacking your family.”“That does not make marrying another man reasonable.”“No. It makes refusing to consider every available option unreasonable.”I gave him a look. “That sounded better in your head, didn’t it?”“Not particularly.”The answer was so dry that I almost laughed, which a