Todos los capítulos de Reborn: She Took the Gun, I Took the Brush: Capítulo 1 - Capítulo 8

The next morning, I was woken by footsteps.I opened my eyes. At the head of the bed sat a few old sketchboards.The steward stood by the door, his tone dismissive."The young master used to like painting. No time now. Old stuff, nowhere to put it. So it's in here.""Besides, this room was converted from a storage closet anyway."I said nothing. I just ran my fingers gently along the edge of the paper.A man who ran an arms empire, living on the edge of a blade every day, still kept these brushes.That was a far cry from the Kevin I'd heard about."Catherine. Put this on. Come to the dining hall with me. We have guests."Kevin had appeared behind the steward without warning.He tossed a dress onto the bed and left without expression.I unfolded it. The fabric was especially soft.The sleeves were exactly the right length. Just enough to cover the burn marks from the tea.For a moment, I felt dazed.Once I was ready, I followed Kevin toward the hall.We'd just turned the corridor when w

At the estate, Kevin and I reached an understanding.I didn't ask about his business. He didn't interfere with my dreams.Every day, I stayed in my room, painting with the tools Kevin left behind.But the elders grumbled.In their eyes, a woman who spent all day playing with paint was nothing but a gilded canary with no real purpose.Kevin never argued with them. He just kept having paper and paint delivered to my room, a steady stream.That quiet stalemate held until half a month later.That afternoon, I went to the end of the hall to get a palette. Passing the conference room, I found it locked in a tense argument.The arms dealer Frank slammed blueprints onto the table, his tone arrogant."Fifty million. Final price. I know you're in a hurry to flip this for a big profit. No one but me can deliver in a month."The elders exchanged looks. Having spent years behind the scenes, they didn't know much about this new class of weapon. And they were anxious to move the goods. They were bein

The operating room light stayed on all night.I sat on the bench in the corridor, my clothes stained with Kevin's blood.The elders and the steward kept watch nearby, faces grim.Hours earlier, I had calmly ordered the bodyguards to seal the scene and preserve evidence.Then I quickly treated Kevin's wound and called the steward and doctors to start emergency care."Mrs. Voss, go change your clothes..."The steward urged me in a low voice.I shook my head. I didn't move.Kevin's words before he passed out kept echoing in my head."Thank God this time... the bullets didn't hit you..."This time.Kevin. Was he reborn too?So the ointment he had sent quietly.The art supplies he'd delivered under the excuse of "clearing out trash."And all the protection he'd given me in secret these past days.None of it was coincidence.In the corridor, the lights flickered once.The operating room door finally opened.The doctor came out, wiped his sweat, relief in his voice."Luckily, the bullet was o

A month later. The coastal estate.Afternoon sun spilled across the terrace. The sea breeze carried a faint scent of flowers.I sat in front of my easel, greedily capturing the scene in front of me.On the canvas: a golden beach under sunlight.This was the most relaxed painting I'd done in a long, long time.Light footsteps behind me.A coat was gently draped over my shoulders.I turned.Kevin stood behind me, the color back in his face.He leaned against the railing, looking down at my painting, a smile on his lips."This one's bright." He said softly."Because I'm in a good mood."I looked at him and smiled too.The Moretti family matter had settled.Father had been stripped of power by the council. He was in the old house now, living out his retirement.Sophia was locked in the basement, awaiting further sentencing.The fighting and scheming had finally left my life for good."Oh, right."Kevin pulled an invitation from his pocket and handed it to me."From the Paris art museum. Th