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Reborn as the Wife He Killed Chapter 342: The Altar
Jim pointed toward a corner, his tone calm yet carrying an unmistakable authority.“Sit there for now. I need to make some preparations.”Alia nodded without a word. She walked over and sat down on the stone bench he indicated. The air deep underground was faintly damp, tinged with the mixed scent of rust and herbs. The walls had been polished smooth—unnaturally so—stone veins glinting with a cold sheen, more like the walls of a carefully engineered workshop than a natural cave. In the corners stood neatly stacked wooden crates and metal instruments, all meticulously cleaned of dust. The dim yellow light came from several ancient oil lamps mounted along the rock face, their flickering flames slicing the shadows into fragments.The sight stirred a ripple deep within Alia’s heart.—Of course she had been here before.In her past life, this was the place where she first witnessed Jim’s other side. Back then, she had been a novice brought here for a trial. She still remembered the scene v
Reborn as the Wife He Killed Chapter 341: The Place of Ritual
Jim arrived first, landing steadily at the edge of the pit. His steps were so light they barely made a sound. Under the shroud of night, he resembled a nocturnal predator—calm, composed, yet exuding an aura that warned others not to draw too near.Moments later, Alia leapt from the darkness. Her toes brushed the ground, and with a slight twist, she landed gracefully. A gust of wind swept past, lifting a few strands of her hair and stirring fine dust between them before it dispersed into the air.Jim turned, a faintly amused smile playing on his lips.“Not bad, not bad. Your skills are quite impressive, Alia. I truly admire you. Once all this is over, I’ll want you on my team.”There was a rare sincerity in his tone—something uncharacteristic of the man who usually hid behind charm and manipulation.Alia gave a soft scoff, tilting her chin upward, her expression cool yet tinged with pride.“You’re not bad yourself.”Her curt reply made Jim pause for a moment—then he threw his head back
Reborn as the Wife He Killed Chapter 340 — The Contest
Alia knew—at this very moment, she could not afford to lose.This was more than a chase, more than a test. It was a silent contest of trust, power, and control. If she showed even a flicker of hesitation now, Jim would immediately brand her as manageable—someone who could be handled, steered, used. And once he placed her in that category, every future “partnership” between them would be nothing more than a slow process of being drained—her value measured, extracted, and discarded.But if she could keep up with him—if she could make him see her as quick, composed, and formidable, as someone who could stand beside him, even against him—then perhaps, in this dangerous alliance, she could grasp a fragment of initiative.Still, his sudden move had struck like a whip against her chest. The abrupt shift from stillness to motion, from watchfulness to survival, sent a sharp pulse through her veins. For a heartbeat, it felt as if the air had thinned, like she was being pulled into a rhythm wher
Reborn as the Wife He Killed Chapter 339 — The Chase Begins
The moment his words fell, the tension in the air grew almost tangible—like a wire stretched to the point of breaking, vibrating under invisible pressure. Every breath, every flicker of movement seemed enough to shatter the fragile balance.Overhead, the dim yellow ceiling light trembled ever so slightly, its filament buzzing in protest. The glow it cast was uneven, rippling across the warehouse floor in restless waves. Two shadows stretched and tangled within that shifting light—one long, one short; one rooted in stillness, the other poised for motion. They crossed and broke upon the cracked concrete like a silent duel of presence and will.Jim stood half-veiled in darkness, his black trench coat absorbing the light. The edges of his form blurred with the shadows, yet the faint glint at his wrist—a watch, a metal buckle, or perhaps something sharper—caught the eye like a warning. His posture was deceptively relaxed, shoulders slouched, one hand buried in his pocket, but beneath that
Reborn as the Wife He Killed Chapter 338 — Mutual Probing
“It’s good that you remember.” Alia’s voice was calm, but her expression was as cold as steel glazed with frost. “Since he’s in a hospital, he needs regular checkups. Drawing a bit of blood shouldn’t be hard at all, right? It’s hardly a challenge.”She paused, lifted her chin slightly, and her tone shifted—now carrying a hint of testing. “I’ve done my part. Now it’s your turn, isn’t it? I’ve shown my sincerity. So—will you show me how you plan to do it?”For a brief moment, silence filled the warehouse. The air seemed heavier, tinged with a suffocating chill.Alia appeared composed, but her heartbeat had long lost its rhythm. She wasn’t merely curious—she needed to see Jim’s method, to understand what exactly he intended to do. Only then could she judge whether Marcellus still had a sliver of hope—and whether she could still act in time to save him.Jim looked at her without speaking. His gaze swept across her face like a blade, dissecting every flicker of emotion—from her eyes, her b
Reborn as the Wife He Killed Chapter 337 – The Simple Way
The night was deep and heavy, the cold wind carrying shreds of mist and the fractured glow of streetlights.Alia stopped at the edge of the abandoned warehouse, her breath forming a faint wisp in the frigid air.This was the place—the one Jim had chosen.The scent of rust and damp concrete filled her lungs, sharp and metallic, like the aftertaste of blood. Every step she took toward that door made her pulse tighten. The faint creak of the old hinges echoed in the darkness as she pushed the half-open iron door.Inside, the light was dim and unsteady. A few yellowed bulbs flickered overhead, casting long, trembling shadows across the floor.At the far end, near a cracked window, Jim sat slouched at a metal table. His fingers tapped lazily against the surface—a slow, deliberate rhythm.When he heard her footsteps, he lifted his head. A faint smirk curved across his lips, casual yet cutting.“You came. So—how did it go?”His voice carried that familiar tone of mockery, careless and self-a
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