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Reborn: I want my billionaire back Forty Seven
The metallic tang of blood still lingered in the air, mixing with the faint scent of bleach as the henchmen worked tirelessly to clean the mess. Their movements were efficient, almost mechanical, but no amount of effort could erase the faint crimson stains that seeped into the cracks of the old floor.Standing in the shadows, she observed them, her posture unyielding, her presence commanding. The dim light from the overhead lamp caught the faint scars peeking out from beneath the edges of her gloves, but the mask concealed the rest. Silent and still, she watched the process with an eerie detachment.The Sovereign had trained her well.She made no move, no sound, as the last of the blood was scrubbed away. Her eyes—hidden but intense—surveyed the room, ensuring every detail was accounted for. There was no hesitation, no flinch, no humanity left in her cold, calculating movements.The faint sound of polished shoes echoed through the corridor, growing louder with each step. It was a conf
Last Updated : 2024-12-05Reborn: I want my billionaire back Forty Eight
The glass of whiskey in Louis’s hand trembled as he brought it to his lips, but not from the cold. The room around him was dimly lit, the weight of his choices pressing heavily on his chest. The memories of Daisy plagued him relentlessly—her laughter, her warm embrace, the fire in her eyes when she challenged him. They were like ghosts, haunting every corner of his mind.He closed his eyes, tipping his head back as the bitter liquid burned down his throat. It didn’t help. Nothing did.In the weeks since her death, he had spiraled into a darkness he could neither escape nor control. At first, it was guilt—crushing, suffocating guilt for everything he had done. His alliance with Natalie, his blind eye to her schemes, his failure to protect Daisy. He had been her safe haven, and he’d let her down.Now, the guilt had evolved into something darker: anger. Anger at himself, at the world, at the futility of it all. What was the point of loyalty, of love, if it only ended in ashes?He had mad
Last Updated : 2024-12-06Reborn: I want my billionaire back Forty Nine
The news spread like wildfire. Louis Grant, once the unshakable moral center of his business empire, had officially aligned himself with Natalie and assumed control of her notorious network. The headlines were relentless, painting a grim picture of a man consumed by darkness.In the Croft family home, Liam stared at his phone in disbelief. His grip tightened until the device threatened to crack under the pressure. “This has to be fake,” he muttered, pacing back and forth. His eyes were bloodshot, his hair disheveled.Dandelion, seated quietly in the corner, looked up from her laptop, her expression grim. “It’s not fake, Liam. It’s everywhere. Videos, pictures, statements... He’s... he’s really doing this.”“He wouldn’t,” Liam snapped, his voice louder than he intended. He stopped pacing and turned to her, desperation etched into his face. “This isn’t him, Dandelion. It can’t be him!”Dandelion’s gaze softened, but her voice was steady. “I don’t know who he is anymore.”Meanwhile, in a
Last Updated : 2024-12-08Reborn: I want my billionaire back Fifty
The air was thick with tension in the grand chamber of the Sovereign’s estate. The figure sat at the head of the polished obsidian table, her features obscured by shadows cast by the flickering light of a chandelier above. Before her lay a series of intelligence reports, each page meticulously annotated and organized to reveal the recent collapse of Louis Grant’s trafficking ring. The Sovereign’s operatives worked with precision, dismantling a network that had taken years to build in a matter of weeks. Now, the criminal underworld buzzed with fear and speculation, unsure of who would be next.She leaned back in her chair, her gloved fingers tapping rhythmically on the table's surface. A faint smirk tugged at her lips, though it never reached her cold, calculating eyes. The room was silent except for the rustle of paper and the distant ticking of a clock. Around her, a cadre of operatives waited, poised for orders, their faces stoic and their movements precise."Prepare the next phase,
Last Updated : 2024-12-09Reborn: I want my billionaire back Fifty One
Louis sat at the head of the table in a dimly lit room, surrounded by his lieutenants. The air was thick with tension, the only sounds being the faint hum of the air conditioning and the rhythmic tapping of his fingers on the polished oak surface. He had always thrived in chaos, but now he felt like a man drowning in shadows. The cryptic note had unraveled his composure, and though he hid it well, the cracks were beginning to show."Sir, our networks are bleeding out. We need a solution—now," one of his men said, his voice laced with urgency.Louis’s gaze snapped to the man, his eyes sharp and cold. "I don’t need you to state the obvious," he said icily. "Focus on the shipment tonight. It’s critical we regain our footing."The meeting dissolved into logistical chatter, but Louis’s mind was elsewhere. The note haunted him: “Did you think betrayal would go unpunished?” His gut told him it was her. Daisy. But the idea was impossible—wasn’t it?On the other side of the city, Ezekiel leane
Last Updated : 2024-12-10Reborn: I want my billionaire back Fifty Two
The grand ballroom was a kaleidoscope of opulence, with glittering chandeliers casting soft golden light across the room. Dignitaries, tycoons, and socialites moved through the space, their laughter and idle chatter creating a symphony of power and wealth. In the center of it all stood her, masked and enigmatic, her mere presence commanding respect and fear.She wore a sleek black gown that clung to her figure, the long train trailing behind her like shadows she could never escape. The mask concealed much of her face, but her eyes—sharp and distant—pierced through anyone who dared to meet them.Ezekiel spotted her the moment she entered. He’d been invited to the event under the guise of business, but his true purpose had always been singular: to find her. For months, he’d been chasing shadows, collecting scraps of information that all led back to this mysterious figure. And now, finally, she was within his arm’s reach.His heart pounded as he watched her glide through the room, exchan
Last Updated : 2024-12-11Reborn: I want my billionaire back Fifty Three
The dim light of Louis’s office cast long shadows across the room as he swirled a glass of whiskey in his hand. His face was etched with lines of exhaustion and self-loathing, emotions he tried to bury with every reckless decision he made. Natalie sat across from him, perched on the arm of a leather chair, watching him closely. She wore a triumphant smirk, sensing his crumbling resolve.“You’re letting your emotions cloud your judgment, Louis,” she said softly, though the edge in her voice was unmistakable. “This is the only way forward. You know that.”Louis didn’t respond immediately. He stared into his glass, as if the swirling liquid might hold the answers he couldn’t find within himself. “I’ve already crossed too many lines,” he muttered. “What difference does one more make?”“Exactly,” Natalie purred, leaning closer. “One more step, and it’ll all fall into place. We’ll have everything we’ve ever wanted.”Everything she wanted. Louis knew that much. Yet he didn’t argue. Perhaps h
Last Updated : 2024-12-13Reborn: I want my billionaire back Fifty Four
The night was restless for Ezekiel. He stood by the floor-to-ceiling window of his penthouse, staring at the sprawling city below, lost in the chaos of his thoughts. The whiskey in his hand had long gone warm, untouched since he poured it hours ago. He had been working non-stop, yet no amount of distraction could drown the storm brewing inside him.He had seen her. Not just a vision or a fleeting memory—but her. She was alive.It didn’t matter that she denied it. Ezekiel had always been perceptive, reading people like an open book. Her stance, the burn scars, the way her eyes flickered with both fire and restraint—it was undeniably her. But the question gnawed at him—why had she chosen this life? Why had she returned to the shadows instead of to those who cared for her?The rumors were rampant in the underworld. A masked woman who executed the Sovereign's dirtiest missions with surgical precision, leaving trails of blood in her wake. The more Ezekiel heard, the more certain he became.
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Natalie watched Louis from across the room, her eyes narrowed as he sat slouched in his chair, nursing a glass of whiskey. His injuries had mostly healed, but the emotional wounds he carried were far from mended. He barely acknowledged her presence, his thoughts clearly elsewhere.She smiled faintly, masking the bitterness that twisted in her chest. Tonight would be the night she secured her future.“Louis,” she called softly, stepping closer. Her voice was soothing, almost maternal. “You’ve been drinking too much again.”“I’m fine,” he muttered, swirling the amber liquid in his glass.“No, you’re not,” she said firmly, taking the glass from his hand. “Come sit with me.”He didn’t resist as she guided him to the couch. She handed him another drink, this one carefully prepared.As he drank, Natalie sat beside him, her hand resting lightly on his arm. “I’ve been worried about you,” she said, her tone sweet and laced with concern.Louis blinked slowly, his vision beginning to blur. “I’m
Reborn: I want my billionaire back Sixty Four
Natalie stared out the window of her lavishly decorated parlor, her fingers curled tightly around the stem of her wine glass. The late afternoon sun cast a golden glow across the room, but it did little to brighten the storm brewing inside her.The whispers had reached her ears—whispers that shouldn’t exist, whispers that sent her carefully constructed world teetering on the edge of chaos. Daisy. Alive.The name burned in her mind like a brand, fueling a mixture of fear, anger, and something dangerously close to envy. Louis hadn’t been the same since his return from the Sovereign’s clutches. He was distant, restless, his eyes constantly clouded with thought. Natalie knew where his mind wandered, even if he didn’t dare speak it aloud. It wasn’t hard to guess.Daisy.She swirled her wine absently, her mind working through the implications. If Daisy truly was alive, everything Natalie had worked for could come crumbling down. Louis had been hers for years now, tethered by duty and conven
Reborn: I want my billionaire back Sixty Three
Louis stumbled through the shadowed streets, clutching his bruised ribs as he gasped for air. The Sovereign’s men had made it clear that his escape wouldn’t come easy. Blood seeped through his torn shirt, each step sending sharp jolts of pain through his battered body. But he didn’t care. There was only one place he could go, only one person who might help him make sense of what had just happened: Ezekiel.When he finally arrived at Ezekiel’s residence, he nearly collapsed at the gate. Summoning the last shred of his strength, Louis banged on the door, his bloodied knuckles leaving red smears on the polished wood.The door swung open, and Louis looked up, expecting Ezekiel’s stern gaze. Instead, he was met with the wide-eyed stares of Liam and Dandelion.“Louis?” Dandelion’s voice was sharp with disbelief.“What the hell are you doing here?” Liam demanded, his expression a mixture of anger and concern.Louis staggered inside without waiting for an invitation, collapsing onto a nearby
Reborn: I want my billionaire back Sixty Two
The room was oppressive, suffused with a damp chill that clung to Daisy’s skin. Her wrists were shackled above her head, the iron cuffs biting into her flesh. She stood in the center of the punishment chamber, her cloak discarded, her back bare to the cold air. The Sovereign’s heavy footsteps echoed ominously, each step a grim promise of what was to come.“You failed me, Phantom.” His voice was devoid of warmth, each word cutting like a blade. “You, my most trusted. My most loyal.”Daisy remained silent, her chin lifted defiantly despite the weight of the accusations. She had made her choice, and she would endure the consequences.The Sovereign circled her slowly, his presence looming. “Did you think I wouldn’t notice? That I wouldn’t see the hesitation, the weakness? You let him escape.” His voice dropped, chillingly calm. “You, of all people, betrayed me.”She stiffened but didn’t speak. What could she say? He was right. She had faltered when she saw Louis, the memories of their pas
Reborn: I want my billionaire back Sixty One
The room reeked of damp cement and rusted metal, its oppressive silence broken only by the faint drip of water from a leaking pipe. Shadows flickered against the walls, cast by a single bulb hanging precariously from the ceiling. Louis sat hunched in a steel chair, his wrists bound tightly by chains that dug into his skin. Dried blood crusted on his cheek from a deep gash, a testament to the rough treatment he’d endured, yet his eyes still burned with defiance.He wasn’t afraid of them. At least, that’s what he told himself. But deep down, beneath his stoic facade, there was a small, gnawing fear—not for himself, but for those he had failed.The heavy door groaned open, its sound reverberating through the room like a warning. Louis lifted his head, squinting through the haze of pain and dim light. The rhythmic clink of boots filled the silence, deliberate and unhurried.She entered the room with a calculated grace, her black cloak billowing slightly as she moved. A sleek mask covered
Reborn: I want my billionaire back Sixty
Daisy sat at the edge of a deserted rooftop, her legs dangling over the ledge as the neon-lit city sprawled below her. The air was thick with the hum of distant traffic, broken only by the occasional siren. She exhaled, her breath forming a mist in the cool night air. The trail she had left behind was deliberate—a breadcrumb she knew he couldn’t resist.He would come. He always did.But why? Why was she doing this? Each time, she told herself it would be the last. Yet here she was, waiting, her heart warring between anticipation and dread. She hated this pull he had over her, hated how his presence stirred something deep within her that she thought she’d buried forever.The faint sound of footsteps reached her ears, steady and purposeful. She didn’t need to turn around to know who it was. She closed her eyes briefly, steeling herself.“You’re getting sloppy,” Ezekiel said, his voice low and tinged with worry.She smirked, though it didn’t reach her eyes. “Or maybe I’m just testing you
Reborn: I want my billionaire back Fifty Nine
The tension between them had always been an undercurrent, simmering beneath the surface, threatening to boil over. But lately, it had become impossible to ignore. Daisy sat at the edge of the Sovereign's grand meeting hall, her eyes scanning the room as the powerful figures debated alliances and power plays. She could feel his gaze on her—intense, unwavering, and maddeningly familiar.Ezekiel was there, standing among the few who had been granted access as external advisors. His focus was razor-sharp, but Daisy could tell it wasn’t on the room's politics or the Sovereign’s plans. It was on her. Always her.After the meeting concluded, Daisy made her way through the winding halls of the Sovereign’s estate. Her steps were deliberate, echoing against the cold marble floor. She didn’t want to acknowledge his presence trailing her, but she knew he was there. He always found a way to close the distance, and today was no different.“Do you think you can avoid me forever?” Ezekiel’s voice cut
Reborn: I want my billionaire back Fifty Eight
Louis sat at his desk, the dull glow of the single lamp barely illuminating the mess of papers scattered before him. Financial reports, gang operations, and troubling news about the Sovereign’s encroaching power all screamed for his attention. But his mind was elsewhere, replaying the haunting image of her—the masked figure with scars.The memory gnawed at him relentlessly. Could it have been Daisy? Or was it a cruel trick of his guilt-ridden mind? He hated himself for even entertaining the thought.He poured himself another glass of whiskey, the burn doing little to numb the ache inside him. Across the room, Natalie entered without knocking, her expression a mix of irritation and triumph.“You’re spiraling,” she said bluntly, placing a folder on his desk. “We can’t afford for you to lose control now.”Louis glared at her. “I don’t need a lecture, Natalie.”Her lips curved into a sly smile as she sat on the edge of the desk, twirling a lock of her hair. “Good, because I’m not here to
Reborn: I want my billionaire back Fifty Seven
Ezekiel sat in the dimly lit study, papers strewn across the desk in front of him. Maps, lists, and dossiers—all meticulously gathered in his relentless pursuit of a way to free her. His thoughts were a storm, a mix of strategy and emotions he couldn’t suppress. Every time he thought of her—her eyes hidden behind that mask, the scars on her body—his determination only grew stronger.“Daisy,” he murmured, the name a whisper of both hope and pain.He didn’t know how long he could endure watching her suffer, trapped in the Sovereign’s web. But he knew one thing for certain: he wouldn’t stop until she was free.---Meeting with Liam had been his first step, and though he had anticipated resistance, the outright rejection still stung.“Liam, please,” Ezekiel had said, his voice steady despite the tension between them. “I need your help. She needs your help.”Liam had crossed his arms, his expression unreadable. “And what makes you think I’d trust you? After everything? After Louis?”“This
