All Chapters of Reborn as the Wife He Killed: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

Elias’s sudden outburst was like a flash of cold lightning splitting the tranquil air, freezing everything around him for a brief moment. Alia stood to the side, startled. She had never seen Elias lose control like this. His eyes burned with more than just anger—they were filled with deep anxiety and unease. Wasn’t he always nonchalant, with that carefree, devil-may-care attitude? Yet now, he seemed as if someone had struck a nerve he could never compromise on.Unlike Alia’s shock, Marcellus appeared calm, as if he had anticipated this reaction. With a quiet sigh, he lifted his gaze to meet Elias’s fiery glare, his voice steady and resolute. “It’s her decision. She wanted to come, just to look. Edgar agreed too. Do you understand? Just to look.”“Just to look?” Elias let out a cold laugh, raising an eyebrow in obvious disdain. His gaze bore into Marcellus, as though searching for any hint of a lie in his expression. The fire in his eyes only seemed to grow. Yet, after a tense moment,

After a day filled with turmoil and emotional highs and lows, Alia felt both physically and mentally exhausted. She decided to set aside her worries for the moment and nodded in agreement. Picking up her wine glass, she walked to the sofa, sat down, and took a small sip of the red wine. The rich aroma of the top-quality vintage unfolded on her palate.She gently swirled the wine in her glass, yet her thoughts drifted to the past. Though she had been a common thief in her past life, her mentor often taught her the etiquette and skills of aristocratic life, especially the art of wine tasting. “Blending into the noble circles is the first step to steal more valuable treasures,” her mentor’s voice echoed in her mind. “You need to learn how to distinguish wine, understand manners, and even master culinary skills. Only then can you avoid being exposed.”As these memories surfaced, Alia’s hand froze midair, her expression clouded with a hint of wistfulness. She thought of her mentor’s warm ye

The next morning, soft sunlight filtered through the carved window panes and spilled gently into the room, painting Alia’s face with a golden warmth. Her brows furrowed slightly as she rubbed her sleepy eyes, consciousness slowly pulling her from slumber.Suddenly, as if recalling something, she abruptly flung back the blanket and looked down at herself—her bare skin exposed to the cool morning air. The realization struck her like a bolt of lightning, and her cheeks burned bright red. She turned her head quickly to the side, only to find the spot next to her empty. The pillow retained a faint trace of warmth, but the man who had been there was gone.With a soft “thud,” Alia flopped back onto the bed and curled herself tightly into the blanket, memories of last night flooding her mind—Marcellus’s deep voice, his tender and resolute gaze, the way he touched and held her… and those unspeakable moments she could barely fathom. Such intimacy was something entirely foreign to her. In her pa

Alia once again met with Red and his friends at the usual gathering spot. Summoning Red to her side, she handed him a gold coin.“You’re generous today,” Red said with a chuckle, eyeing the coin. “But I don’t have any updates yet. Elias is really hard to pin down. I can’t take this without doing anything.”Alia shook her head. “I already know where he is and what he’s up to. He’s involved in the city’s expansion project, and he’ll appear here.” She tapped a marked red circle on a map. “This coin is for the next part of your job—I want you to follow and keep an eye on him.”Red raised an eyebrow, letting out a low whistle. “Impressive. You hardly need us to find him. But tailing Elias won’t be easy. He’s odd—plus, he’s the second son of a powerful family. He’s bound to have guards.”“That’s exactly why I’m hiring you,” Alia replied coolly. Her tone left no room for argument. “You’re skilled at moving unnoticed. And don’t worry—I’ll be nearby. If anything goes wrong, I’ll step in. Unles

Elias’s gaze turned hollow for a moment before he spoke with a faint, mocking smile. “Peter never really tried to hide it. From a young age, he told me not to entertain any fantasies—don’t expect to inherit anything. My life was meant for Marcellus’s sake. During every health check, all my data was meticulously recorded to ensure I remained in perfect condition, ready for emergencies.”Alia felt a dull ache in her chest, as if suffocated by Elias’s story. She took a deep breath, trying to dispel the heavy weight pressing down on her heart, but she couldn’t stop herself from asking, “Was there… another reason?”Elias lifted his head, his gaze growing colder and deeper. “Of course. Another reason was to protect Marcellus. Back then, heirs of noble families were frequently targeted—assassinated due to rivalries or disputes of interest. By making the public believe I was Marcellus’s brother, Peter created a diversion. At the very least, the world thought our family had two heirs.”“Two he