All Chapters of Reborn For Revenge: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

"What? Elena wants to marry Fielding?" Father asked, his voice laced with confusion.I nodded, knowing the news would catch him off guard. “Yes, they showed up together at our in-laws' place. It was a whole scene,” I paused for a moment as his eyebrows furrowed, his hands stilling on the cup of tea. “I debated whether to tell you, but I don’t think Fielding is a good person. I was hoping you could talk her out of it.”Father’s gaze grew serious, but he gave a small nod of acknowledgment. “Thank you for your concern. You’ve been acting like an adult ever since you got married,” he said, his voice carrying a mixture of pride and reflection.I smiled, though my mind lingered on more pressing matters. “Well, I’m old enough now.”He chuckled softly. “Don’t talk about getting old in front of your father,” he teased, raising the cup to his lips.Hearing the word "father" sent a cold shiver down my spine, memories I’d rather forget pressing at the edges of my mind. Moving to his side, I place

As I walked out of the bathroom, still drying my hands, my stomach growled softly. I made my way into the kitchen, mentally preparing to whip up something simple. But the moment I entered the dining room, I stopped in my tracks. There, on the table, was a full meal laid out for me. Each dish was covered with glass, and right next to them was a small letter.Curious, I reached for the note and read the words aloud, “We promised to fight together. So, you have to eat well.” A smile tugged at my lips, warmth spreading through my chest. I removed the cover glasses, exposing the food underneath, and marveled at the effort.“How did he get so good at this?” I murmured to myself. The thought of Amory preparing this for me made my heart swell. Cooking had never seemed like a chore to him; it was as natural as breathing, something he did without reluctance. As I admired the meal, my phone vibrated on the table, drawing my attention away. The screen lit up with a message from my cooking class

**Madam Elizabeth's POV** Stepping into their gallery company, I let my eyes wander over the various paintings displayed, each one meticulously framed and hung. The room was filled with artistic expressions for sale, each piece seemingly more grandiose than the last. I barely paid attention to them as Hannah Smith led the way to her office. We entered her office, and she quickly served me a cup of juice, setting it in front of me with a forced smile. The tension between us was palpable. “That’s why I said she was inadequate for the Emgrand Group from the start,” she began, her voice laced with satisfaction. “And now here we are. I’m ashamed,” she added, though her tone betrayed the relish she was taking in this situation. I looked from the cup to her, unamused. “I don’t quite understand,” I said, my gaze steady, watching as her smug expression faltered. “Excuse me?” Her voice cracked slightly, a flicker of panic crossing her face. I reached out, slowly lifting the cup as I insp

**Amory's POV**“I heard from the Deputy CEO,” I said, raising my head to meet Zayn's gaze. “I heard you suggested we don't do anything about the news regarding my wife and the company.”“Right. I did,” Zayn replied, his eyes shifting uncomfortably, avoiding mine.“Are you trying to avoid the issue? Or are you trying to make it a bigger one?” I asked, leaning back against my chair, my voice steady but pointed.Zayn’s face twisted in confusion. “CEO, I just…” he started, but I cut him off before he could finish.“Yes, I know. I know you want to screw me over, Mr. Zayn,” I said, locking my gaze on him, waiting for any hint of deflection.“What?” he exclaimed, visibly rattled.I straightened up in my chair, reached for my phone on the desk, and unlocked it. Without breaking eye contact, I opened the gallery, selected a video, and slid the phone across the table toward him.Zayn glanced at the screen, and I saw his face drain of color as the video played. It showed him entering my house—u

**Emma's POV**It was early morning when Mr. Foden and I agreed to meet, ready to confront the ghost of my past—Auntie Isabella. The air felt heavy as we walked through the streets, my nerves tightening with each step. Mr. Foden filled the silence with the bits of information he had dug up. “She couldn’t go far because she had to watch the shop. Her life’s been full of ups and downs ever since she was fired,” Mr. Foden continued, though my mind was already spinning with thoughts of the woman who had been like family to me.As we rounded the corner, I saw her—Auntie Isabella. She was hunched over a small wash basin, scrubbing dishes with sweat glistening on her tired face. My heart lodged itself in my throat. She looked so frail, so worn down by life, and guilt crashed over me like a wave. What had she been through because of us?Mr. Foden took the lead, his voice calm yet firm as he approached her. “Excuse me.”She didn’t even look up. “I’m on my break. Come back in the evening,” she