Reborn at Eighteen The Billionaire's Second Chance novel Chapter 106

Reborn at Eighteen: The Billionaire’s Second

Chapter 106

Elara

My heart stopped.

“I think-” He yanked me closer. “-you came here for her.” He jerked

his head toward Raven. “Thought you’d play the hero. Drug me and

steal my evening’s entertainment.”

“No-”

“Don’t lie.” He wrenched my jaw open with his free hand. Before I

could react, he was pouring whiskey directly into my mouth.

I choked. Gagged. Alcohol flooded my throat, burned my nose. I tried

to pull away but his grip was iron, fingers digging into my jaw hard

enough to bruise.

“Drink it.” His voice was ice. “All of it.”

I couldn’t breathe. Couldn’t think. Whiskey poured down my chin,

soaked into my collar. My eyes watered. Tears streamed down my face

as I struggled, lungs screaming for air.

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When the glass was empty, he threw me backward. I crashed into the

sofa, head spinning, stomach churning.

“You want to take her place?” Damien loomed over me. “Fine. Let’s see

how well you perform.”

He poured another glass. Grabbed my hair, wrenched my head back.

“No–please-”

The whiskey hit the back of my throat. I choked, coughed, whiskey

spraying everywhere. He didn’t stop. Just kept pouring until I thought

I’d drown in it.

When he finally released me, I collapsed sideways. The room spun

violently. My stomach heaved.

Damien’s face swam in and out of focus above me. His hand was on

my leg now, sliding up over my knee.

“Such a brave little thing.” His voice came from very far away. “Let’s

see how brave you really are.”

Terror cut through the fog in my brain. I tried to move. Tried to fight.

But my limbs felt like lead, heavy and disconnected.

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His hand was at my collar now. Fingers working at buttons.

No. No, not again. Not like this.

My hand scrabbled across the sofa. Found something cold and

smooth. Glass.

An empty bottle.

I didn’t think. Just grabbed it. Swung with everything I had left.

The impact sent shockwaves up my arm. Crystal shattered. Damien

screamed.

Blood bloomed across his forehead. He stumbled backward, hand

pressed to his face. Red seeped between his fingers.

“You fucking bitch-”

The door exploded inward.

Cold air rushed into the room. Through the haze of pain and terror

and drugs, I saw a figure silhouetted in the doorway.

Black suit. Perfect posture. Eyes like winter.

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Julian.

He stood frozen for one heartbeat. Two. His gaze swept the room–the

broken glass, the blood, Raven unconscious on the sofa, me sprawled

across the cushions with my shirt half–open.

When his eyes locked onto mine, I saw something terrible flicker

across his face. Something that looked almost like devastation.

Then it was gone. Replaced by ice.

“I heard,” he said, voice perfectly controlled, “that my sister was

here.”

Blood dripped from Damien Kennedy’s forehead onto his white

handkerchief.

He pressed the fabric against the wound, eyes locked on me with

venom. The broken bottle lay at my feet, crystal shards glittering

under the harsh overhead lights like tiny knives.

pure

“Julian.” Damien’s voice shook with rage. “This woman impersonated

your sister. She lied to get in here. And then she-” He gestured at his

bleeding head. “She attacked me with a fucking bottle. You need to

deal with this.”

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The threat in his tone was unmistakable. He wasn’t asking. He was

demanding Julian punish me, prove his loyalty, choose sides.

My heart hammered against my ribs. Through the wine–induced haze,

I tried to sit up straighter on the sofa, but my limbs wouldn’t

cooperate. The room tilted. Spun.

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Julian stepped further into the room.

His movements were controlled. Deliberate. Each footfall measured,

like a predator approaching wounded prey. His eyes swept over me-

the tears streaming down my face, my tangled hair, the whiskey

soaking through my shirt collar–and something dark flickered across

his features.

When he turned to Damien, his expression was completely blank.

“You need to go to the hospital,” Julian said. His voice was flat. Cold.

“Get that wound treated properly.”

Damien’s face flushed red. “That’s it? She-”

“Atlas.”

The door opened immediately. Julian’s assistant appeared in the

doorway, face professionally neutral despite the chaos of the scene

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before him.

“Take Mr. Kennedy to the hospital,” Julian said without looking away

from Damien. “Private entrance. Find the best plastic surgeon on call.

The bill goes on my account.”

“Of course, Mr. Vane.”

Damien stared at Julian for a long moment. I could see the

calculation happening behind his eyes–weighing his anger against

Julian’s position in the Vane family hierarchy, his connections, his

power.

The wound was still bleeding. He’d need stitches. Maybe more.

“Fine.” Damien lowered the handkerchief, revealing a nasty gash

across his left temple. “But this isn’t over, Julian. Your little-” His

gaze cut to me, lip curling in disgust. “-charity case attacked me. I

expect consequences.”

“I’ll handle it.”

Something in Julian’s tone made even Damien hesitate. Then he

nodded curtly, pressed the handkerchief back to his head, and stalked

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