All Chapters of Rebirth: Marrying A Billionaire Alpha!: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Naya's POV “Mrs Naya.” Rowan's voice is a gentle baritone as he calls my name. I put the phone on speaker and drop it on the sink.“What a wonderful time to call, Mr Rowan,” I say as I stare at my naked self in the bathroom mirror. “I wouldn't usually step out of the bathroom to pick up a phone call.”But my phone had sang it out that I had a call from Rowan.“My apologies,” he says, but the restraint in his voice is a giveaway that he's barely holding himself from bursting into laughter.“So, why am I getting a call from my busy husband today?” I ask.“Let’s say his schedule isn't as tight as usual today. So he's thinking of a date at the Castro Lucille by 4pm,” he says.“4pm? I'm down,” I respond quickly.“Good. My assistant will be available to pick you up. Just call me whenever you're ready,” he says.“Alright, darling,” I respond.Several hours later, I'm dressed in a velvet gown and seated before my giant bedroom mirror.It's hard to choose between my silver jewellery or the go

Liam's POV“Make it get to me before tomorrow morning” are the last words I hear from the physician before the call ends.A sigh of relief escapes my nose as I feel the finger-size bottle wrapped within my palm. With this milligram of Naya’s blood, I can prove to the master that I’ve not been playing around.I know how potent Naya’s blood is. I've had a taste of it when she had a nosebleed, and trust me, what it did to my body was pure magic.Call me a desperate man for ingesting blood from nosebleed, but I'm just an embodiment of a mind locked in on his goals.A sound from inside the car soon makes me realise that Naya has woken up. I sneak the bottle into the inner pocket of my jacket and scurry over to her.“Hey. How're you feeling now?” I ask her.I've become too good at this. Masking my real intents behind a different facial expression. Not even my voice can give me away.“I feel better now,” she murmurs before her eyes dart to the brake pad of my car. “I'm sorry I messed up your

“You have reached the voicemail box of Rowan Yorke. Leave a message and I'll return your call as soon as I'm free. Thank you.”“Arghhh…” A frustrated groan leaves my mouth.I'm seated at the front pouch of my apartment, dressed in a black bum short and a big grey shirt.I stand up and lean on the balcony.Putting the phone close to my mouth, I exhale softly.“Rowan, I'm so…so sorry that I missed your calls and left you hanging at the hotel. I can swear, my schedule got complicated. Please, I'll do my very best to make it up to you. Love you.”I sit back down after hitting the send button. I hope this works.It didn't even take a minute before he texted. “Young woman, I can't accept a voicemail as an apology. Do what you ought to do.”I giggle softly. It's as if I already know he'd write that. “I'll come over tonight.” I texted back.I get up and head into the kitchen to do some cleaning. The entire week has been so full of schedules at the office and I have barely paid attention to my

Simon's eyes are shocked to the fullest. “Whoa! Rowman! Inc-c-credible!”“I know, right?” Rowan scratches his head with a nervous giggle.“Your missy…” Simon squinted his eyes at me. “May I know your name?”“I'm Naya. Naya Yorke.” I utter body.Elsie, you'll have to pay for this.“Beautiful name! Beautiful face!” Simon showers me with praises.I'm flabbergasted. But the idea of continuing this drama once Elsie gives up control makes me cringe.“Thank you, sir,” I purr.“So, what about the—” Simon is about to ask when Rowan interrupts with a yawn.“Oh, I forgot. The belly must be satisfied before our curious minds,” Simon says. “Come on in. I've prepared assorted dishes, all for you to choose whichever you like from the menu.”“We can have the rest of the conversation while you eat,” he adds.Rowan's brows twist at the idea. “No talking for now Simon. We can save the rest for next time… a better time… maybe when you’re not busy with work.”“You know I'm always busy, right?” He asks.“I

Liam's POV Nathan is seated opposite me in my living room. There's a chessboard on the glass table between us and two bottles of beer.He flashes a grin with his open teeth. “Are you going to fold your arms and calculate till eternity? Play already, man.”I press my lips tight. It's frustrating when you're playing a game with an unserious person and still getting whooped. We've played seven rounds already and he has six wins out of them. It feels like I'm just wasting my time, all to get myself annoyed and frustrated. It wasn't always this difficult playing against him. Now, it feels like he's leagues above me in a game I'm sure I introduced him to.But I'm not going to give up, yet. I can still prove that I'm a match for him. We've been playing this game together since I knew him. When did he get this good?I push my bishop two steps forward. I've seen a move that will get me his queen if I play it right.Even though it's shameful that I had to take time and calculate while he cas