All Chapters of Reborn: I want my billionaire back : Chapter 61 - Chapter 67

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

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

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

Daisy sat cross-legged on the floor of the abandoned workshop Ezekiel had claimed as their occasional meeting spot. The scent of sawdust and faint traces of oil hung in the air, and the cracked windows let in just enough light to give the space an otherworldly glow.Across from her, Ezekiel was crouched over a blueprint spread out on a makeshift table, his brows furrowed in concentration. A faint smudge of ink streaked across his cheek, and Daisy couldn’t help but let her gaze linger.“You’re staring,” Ezekiel said without looking up, a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips.Daisy’s cheeks flushed. “No, I’m not.”He glanced at her then, his hazel eyes dancing with amusement. “You’re a terrible liar.”She rolled her eyes, but there was no bite in her response. “Focus on your work.”“I would if someone wasn’t distracting me,” he teased, sitting back on his heels.Daisy huffed, but the warmth spreading in her chest betrayed her irritation. Moments like this—quiet, unguarded—they were b