Reborn at Eighteen The Billionaire's Second Chance novel Chapter 109

Reborn at Eighteen: The Billionaire’s Second ..

Chapter 109

His eyes darkened. “What?”

“Lock you away somewhere.” His thumb traced my cheekbone. The

gesture would have been tender if not for the steel in his voice.

“Where you can’t get into trouble. Can’t throw yourself at danger.

Can’t-” He stopped. Drew a breath. “I really should.”

The air left my lungs.

Because I knew–God, I knew–he wasn’t joking.

In my mind, I saw it all again. The glass house. The transparent walls

that left no privacy, no escape. The winter storms that turned it into

an island. The isolation that had slowly, methodically broken

something inside me.

No. No no no-

“You-” My voice cracked. Shook. “You know that’s illegal. Right? You

know—imprisonment is-“I couldn’t remember the English

word. My thoughts scattered like birds from gunfire. “You can’t just-”

“Can’t I?”

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The casual confidence in those two words made my blood run cold.

He stood. Started pacing beside the bed. One hand drove through his perfectly styled hair, disrupting it.

“Do you have any idea,” he said slowly, “how easy it would be?”

My hands gripped the blanket. Knuckles white.

“That’s ” I had to force the words out. “That’s not-”

“Legal?” He smiled. It didn’t reach his eyes. “Everything I do is legal,

Elara. Because I make it legal.”

He moved back to the bed. Leaned down until his face was inches

from mine.

“The law,” he said quietly, “is just another tool. And I have the best

lawyers money can buy.”

His phone buzzed on the bedside table.

We both looked at it.

Damian Kennedy’s name lit up the screen.

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Julian’s jaw tightened. He stared at the phone for a long moment,

then picked it up. Didn’t answer. Just held it, watching it vibrate in

his palm.

The third time it rang, he glanced at me.

“I need to deal with this,” he said. “The mess you made tonight.”

The mess I made.

I wanted to laugh. Wanted to scream. But my throat felt too tight for

either.

Julian reached for the thermos on the bedside table–some kind of

nutritional supplement the nurses had brought. He unscrewed the

cap and poured the thick liquid into a cup.

“Drink this.”

It wasn’t a request.

My hands shook as I took the cup from him. The liquid smelled

vaguely of vanilla and chemicals.

“All of it,” he said.

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I brought it to my lips. Forced myself to swallow. It tasted like chalk

and artificial sweetener.

He watched until I’d finished. Then took the empty cup and set it

aside.

His phone rang again.

“I have to go,” he said. “Handle the Kennedy situation before it

becomes a bigger problem than it already is.”

He straightened his tie. Smoothed down his hair. Every movement

precise and controlled.

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