All Chapters of Reborn: Bound to the Biker Billionaire: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Rosalind stared at the message for a long time before finally setting her phone down, unease mixing with a strange, reluctant trust in whatever Kade was planning. She hated not knowing details, but something in Charlotte's message carried a confidence that eased some of her fear, even without full understanding.She didn't sleep much that night, mind cycling between worry for Priya and the growing weight of everything she carried alone. Her father's new restrictions meant fewer chances to check in with Dahlia directly, fewer opportunities to coordinate anything in person. Everything now moved through careful, quiet messages, timed for moments when her father wasn't watching too closely.By morning, exhaustion sat heavy behind her eyes, though she forced herself through breakfast with practiced normalcy, careful not to give her father any further reason for concern."You're quiet," he observed, studying her over his coffee."Just thinking.""About the danger, or about something else?"

The kitchen light hummed low over the table where the recording device still sat between them, small and black, the weight of everything it held pressing heavier than its size should allow."You're not doing this anymore," Marcus said.Rosalind looked up. Her father stood at the head of the table, shoulders squared, jaw set in the same hard line she remembered from council meetings in her first life, the version of him people obeyed without question. Not her father tonight. The president."Excuse me?""The digging. The meetings. Whatever you and Dahlia have been building behind my back for weeks." His voice didn't rise, which somehow made it worse. "It ends tonight.""We got the proof, Dad. Roland's voice, on tape, giving orders. This is what we needed.""And now I have it." He tapped the table once, hard. "Which means my job starts, and yours stops.""That's not fair.""Fair isn't the word I'm working with right now." His eyes were bloodshot, the exhaustion of the past weeks finally

Three days passed slower than any stretch of time Rosalind could remember, even counting the years she'd already lived once before. She kept her word to her father on the surface, no visible meetings, no visits to the auto shop, nothing that would draw a second glance from anyone watching the house. She spent her afternoons at the kitchen table doing homework she barely registered, letting her mother believe the quiet meant healing rather than reloading.Underneath, she was building.She returned to Odessa's office exactly on the third day, the narrow building with its tinted windows waiting for her like it had never closed. Odessa opened the door before she knocked this time, already holding a slim folder against her chest."You're punctual," Odessa said, stepping back to let her in. "I respect that."The office looked the same, shelves of files stacked like fortress walls, the smell of old paper and stronger coffee thick in the air. Odessa settled behind her desk and slid the folder

Rosalind's heart slammed against her ribs, every instinct screaming at her to run. She forced herself still instead, forced her face into something blank and unbothered, the same mask she'd worn once before as a stranger's daughter with nothing to hide."I don't believe we've met properly," she said, keeping her voice light, almost bored. "You have me confused with someone."Roland's car rolled to a full stop beside her. Up close, in the dim glow of the dashboard lights, he looked exactly as she remembered, silver hair combed back with precision, a face carved into permanent, unreadable calm, the kind of stillness that came from decades of never needing to raise his voice to be obeyed."Marcus Vane's daughter," he said, unbothered by her denial. "I rarely forget a face, especially one I've already had the pleasure of meeting once. You stood beside your father the night he confronted Silas about our arrangement. Brave, considering what was at stake."Rosalind's pulse spiked, but she ke

Rosalind's stomach dropped straight through the pavement beneath her feet.*Warrick Voss changed his mind. He's not testifying. Not anymore.*She stared at the message, unfamiliar number, no name attached, the same clipped formality that had marked every message from this source since the very beginning. She typed back immediately.*How do you know that? Who is this?*No answer came. There never was one, not to that particular question, no matter how many times she'd asked it over the past weeks.She called Vera instead, fingers fumbling slightly with the phone."I was about to call you," Vera said, voice tight with barely controlled frustration. "Warrick backed out an hour ago. Said he couldn't go through with it.""What happened? He seemed certain, the last time I spoke with him.""I don't know exactly. Something spooked him badly enough that he called the relocation off entirely. Wouldn't explain further, just said it was too dangerous and he wanted nothing more to do with any of i