All Chapters of Reborn: I want my billionaire back : Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

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

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.

The Sovereign's chambers loomed before her, cold and oppressive, like the man who occupied them. She stood before his desk, her posture rigid, the weight of his scrutiny bearing down on her. Her mask concealed the turmoil within, but it did little to shield her from his penetrating gaze.“You’ve been distracted,” the Sovereign said, his tone sharp and measured.Her voice was steady as she responded, “I’ve executed every task you’ve given me without fail.”“Yet your conviction wavers,” he said, rising from his chair. “I see it in your eyes, hear it in your voice. Something has changed.”She said nothing, her silence an act of defiance, though deep down, she knew he wasn’t wrong. The cracks in her facade were small but there, growing wider with each encounter.“You have forgotten who you belong to,” he continued, his voice colder now. “It’s time you remembered.”Two guards stepped into the room, their presence making her stomach twist. She knew what was coming. Resistance was pointless.

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

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