All Chapters of REBORN AND BECOME A BILLIONAIRE'S WIFE: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

89 Chapters

Chapter Eleven:

Aurora's POV"Five minutes for what?"Damien's voice cuts across the table before anyone else can breathe; no one moves. Not his father. Not Megan. Not Vincent. Not even the investors pretending not to listen. The whole table goes still around that one question, and I can feel every eye waiting to see who breaks first.Sebastian does not look at Damien immediately. He keeps his gaze on me when he answers."For a conversation."Damien gives a short laugh that is meant to sound easy. It doesn't. "Anything you need to say to Aurora can be said here."That should have ended it.Instead, I hear my own voice before I fully decide to use it."Then maybe I should decide that."The silence changes shape.Damien turns to me so fast I almost feel it more than see it. His expression stays smooth for the room, but I know that look. I know the tightness around his mouth and the way his shoulders lock when something slips beyond his control, and he has to pretend it hasn't.Megan's eyes sharpen. Vin

Chapter Twelve:

Aurora's POV"What did it say?"Sebastian's voice is low, but there is nothing soft in it now. I close my hand around the phone. "Nothing." His eyes drop to my fist, then come back to my face. "That isn't true." "No," I say. "It isn't."For one second, neither of us moves. The air between us changes so fast it almost feels physical. A minute ago, he was the one person in this room who seemed to see what Damien was doing without me naming it. Now all I can see is the message burning behind my eyes.Don't trust Sebastian Reed. He is closer to your mother's death than you know. I should not look at him like this. He notices too much. He will read something from my face if I let him.So I give him less. "I need to go back," I say.He does not step aside. "Did the message mention me?" That lands too close to the truth. My silence answers before I do. Something sharp moves across his face. Not guilt. Not shocked. Irritation, maybe. The look of a man who is used to facts and hates being shut

Chapter Thirteen:

Sebastian's POV"Where did you get these?" My voice sounds like it belongs to someone else. It's too tight. Too quiet. I don't look up from the folder because if I do, I’m afraid the names on the paper will disappear. Adrian Reed.Elena Sinclair.My father’s signature is right there, sharp and aggressive, sitting next to a name I only learned a week ago. They aren't just together on a page. They are tied together in a transfer of assets that predates the accident that killed my parents."Someone sent me a message," Aurora says.I finally look at her. She’s standing by the desk, her fingers digging into the wood so hard her knuckles are white. She looks like she’s vibrating, not with fear but with the kind of energy that comes right before a storm breaks. "The same person who told me to ask about my uncle?" I ask."I assume so." She takes a step back, putting the desk between us. "But that doesn't change what’s on those papers, Sebastian. Your father and my mother weren't strangers.

Chapter Fourteen:

Aurora’s POV"You’re very quiet."Damien’s voice scrapes against the silence inside the car. He doesn’t look at me. He’s staring straight ahead, his hands relaxed on the steering wheel, but I can see the muscle in his jaw jumping. He’s fuming. I can feel the heat coming off him in waves, and it makes the air in the leather interior feel like it’s running out."I’m tired, Damien. It was a long night.""It was a strange night," he corrects. He slows down as we hit a red light, finally turning his head to look at me. His eyes are dark, searching my face for a crack I refuse to give him. "You spent a lot of time with Sebastian Reed. What did he want?""Business. I told you, he’s interested in the portfolio."Damien laughs. It’s a dry, ugly sound that sets my teeth on edge. "He’s a Reed, Aurora. They don’t just take an 'interest' in student portfolios. They swallow companies whole. Why you? Why tonight?""Maybe you should ask him."The light turns green. Damien doesn't move. A car honks be

Chapter Fifteen:

Aurora's POV"What did you just say?"My voice comes out wrong. Too thin. Too sharp. I can hear the crack in it, and I hate that he can probably hear it too.Sebastian doesn't turn around. He's still facing Damien, his shoulders a hard line against the smoke curling up from the wrecked car. His hands are at his sides, but his fingers are curled into fists so tight I can see the knuckles straining white even in the dark."Sebastian."Nothing."Look at me."He turns then. Slow. Controlled. Like every movement costs him something he wasn't planning to spend tonight. When his eyes finally meet mine, they're not the cold, calculating eyes I saw at the dinner. They're something else. Something rawer. Something that looks almost like grief."You heard me," he says."I heard words that don't make sense.""They make perfect sense. You just don't want them to."My chest is doing something painful. My ribs feel too tight. My lungs aren't working the way they should. I take a step toward him, and

Chapter Sixteen:

Sebastian's POV"She's asleep."Lucas says it without turning around. His eyes stay on the road, but I can hear the question underneath the words. The one he won't ask out loud because he knows better.I look at Aurora. Her head is tilted against the window, her breath fogging the glass in small, even clouds. The cut on her temple has stopped bleeding, but the bruise forming around it is already turning dark. She looks smaller like this. Less like the woman who stared down my uncle at the dinner table and more like someone who has been carrying something too heavy for too long."She's exhausted," I say. "Not asleep.""There's a difference?""Yes."Lucas doesn't push. He just takes the next exit and steers us toward the private residence I keep off the books. The one even Vincent doesn't know about.My phone buzzes in my pocket.I pull it out. Unknown number. One message.*Good. You got her out. Now keep her alive long enough to hear the truth. She's stronger than you think, but she do

Chapter Seventeen:

Aurora's POV"You've been watching me for three months," I say flatly. No question mark. Just the fact sitting between us is like something with teeth.Sebastian doesn't flinch. "Yes." "Before the dinner. Before the coffee shop. Before any of this.""Yes."My hands curl into fists on my thighs. I want to stand up. I want to pace. I want to put distance between us because right now the room feels too small and he feels too close, and everything I thought I knew about this second chance is crumbling under my feet.But I stay seated. I stay still. Because if I move, he'll see how much this is shaking me, and I refuse to give him that. "You knew who I was when you looked at me at the dinner," I say. "That pause. That moment when you stopped walking. That wasn't a surprise.""No.""It was recognition.""Yes.""And you didn't say anything.""What was I supposed to say?" He leans forward, his elbows on his knees, his eyes locked on mine. "Hello, I've been getting mysterious messages about yo

Chapter Eighteen:

Sebastian's POV"Tell me that's a lie."Aurora's voice cuts straight through the room. I look at the phone in her hand. Then at her face. Then back at the message.For one second, I am not in this townhouse anymore. I am ten years old again, standing at the top of a staircase, listening to my mother cry behind a closed door while my father says something low and urgent that I cannot make out.I hated that sound; I hate this one too. "I can't," I say. Her expression changes immediately. Not louder. Worse than that. It closes."You can't," she repeats. "I can't tell you it's a lie if I don't know that it is."That is the wrong thing to say.I know it the second it leaves my mouth.Aurora stands so fast that the folder slides off her lap and hits the floor. Papers spill halfway out of it. She doesn't look down."So you did know something.""No.""Then why do you look like that?"Because I remember too many things all at once. Because that message reached into a part of my childhood I buri

Chapter Nineteen:

Aurora's POV"Read that line again.” I don't want to, but I read it anyway. If he finds out about the child, it will no longer be only Adrian he wants gone. The words do not change the second time. Or the third, they just get worse.Sebastian is watching me too closely. I can feel it without looking at him. Feel the way his silence is waiting for mine to break first. I lift my head. "What exactly are you thinking?" His answer comes too fast. "That Vincent didn't just protect money. He protected blood."Something cold moves down my spine."No." It comes out flat. Hard. Immediate.Sebastian does not argue. That almost makes me angrier. "Aurora—""No." I dropped the letter on the table between us as it burned me. "You do not get to stand there and look at me like that and suggest one of us is some secret child hidden inside all this."His jaw tightens. "I didn't say one of us.""You were thinking it." A beat, that is enough of an answer. I laugh once under my breath. It sounds awful in t

Chapter Twenty:

Aurora's POV"Describe it."Sebastian's voice is sharp now. No softness. No patience.I hold the phone away from my ear. Nadia is still talking, but I can't hear her properly because my pulse is too loud."Aurora," Sebastian says again. "The box. Describe it." "Blue." My voice sounds strange. Faraway. "Small. Metal corners. A lock on the front that never had a key." His face changes. That is the confirmation I did not want."Same one," he says quietly."How do you know?""I told you. There was a photo taken the night my parents died. My father is holding it in the background. No one ever talked about it afterward. No one claimed it.""It wasn't in the wreck?" "No. It disappeared." The word lands like a stone, disappeared. My mother's box is not just mine. It is connected to whatever Adrian Reed was carrying the night he died.Nadia's voice cuts through again. "Aurora? Are you there? Who are you talking to?" I lift the phone back. "Nadia, I need you to leave the apartment." "I'm not le

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