Todos os capítulos de Reborn, I become my enemies worst nightmare.: Capítulo 11 - Capítulo 15

CHLOE'S POV"He's the same man who killed Edward Rourke."Samuel's words barely left his mouth before everything happened at once.Damian grabbed my arm and pulled me behind him."Ethan! Get security!"The man in the dark coat reached inside his jacket.A security guard shouted, and people in the lobby began screaming.I heard a loud crash.Someone knocked over a reception table, sending documents and glass ornaments scattering across the floor."Stay behind me!" Damian ordered.I clutched his jacket.The stranger turned towards the entrance, but two security officers blocked his path.He pushed one of them aside and ran."Don't let him escape!" Damian shouted.Ethan rushed towards the doors with another guard.Within seconds, the stranger disappeared into the street.I remained frozen.Damian turned towards me."Are you hurt?"I shook my head."Samuel?"We both looked towards the place where my uncle had been standing.He was gone.I stepped away from Damian."Where is he?"Ethan ret

CHLOE'S POV"Victor Hale has been entering this mansion?"Damian's voice was dangerously quiet.Ethan nodded."According to the security records, he visited three times within the last month. Each visit was authorised using an old guest pass registered under your grandmother's name."Everyone turned towards Margaret.She looked horrified."That's impossible. I haven't invited Victor here."Damian placed Isabella's letter on the table."Then someone has been using your identity."Margaret shook her head."I don't understand. Victor was your father's business partner, but they stopped speaking years ago.""Apparently, he never stopped visiting."Damian picked up his phone."Ethan, I want the complete visitor records. Also, find out who authorised those entries.""Yes, sir."Margaret sat down, visibly shaken."Damian, I would never betray your father."He approached her."I know, Grandma."But I noticed something.Although Damian said he believed her, his eyes remained fixed on the photo

CHLOE’S POVFor several seconds, I couldn't move.The photograph lay on the table between Damian and me. It showed my mother standing outside the Rourke mansion on the night Edward Rourke was murdered.Eleanor Summers.My mother.The woman who had spent years pretending that nothing in our family was worth discussing. The woman who always looked away whenever I asked about the past.And apparently, the woman who had been connected to one of the darkest nights in the Rourke family's history.I picked up the photograph again."Where did this come from?"Damian's expression was unreadable. "The same anonymous sender who has been threatening you.""Then how do we know it's genuine?""We don't."His answer surprised me.I looked at him. "You think it's fake?""I think someone wants us to believe your mother was involved in my father's murder. That doesn't make it true."I stared at the picture.The photograph looked old. My mother wore a dark coat, and her hair was pulled back. She stood n