The Cold-Hearted CEO's Reborn Lover

“Why am I tied up? Why can’t I see anything? How do I get this blindfold off? Where… where the hell am I?” Cleopatra’s voice cracked, raw and ragged, her panic clawing its way up her throat. Darkness pressed in from every side, her hands struggled uselessly against the bindings, and her heart raced as if trying to escape her chest. Every second felt like a lifetime, and terror wrapped around her like a vise.

Footsteps scraped closer to the car. Cleopatra froze, every muscle tensing the moment the doors swung open. Two figures slid inside one claiming the driver’s seat, the other perching beside him with a taut, urgent energy that made her pulse spike.

“What the hell are you talking about? This wasn’t our agreement!” Guinevere’s voice dripped with bitterness and hate.

“Since when do you give orders?” Anthony snarled. “Without me, you wouldn’t have accomplished anything. Stop being ungrateful and remember your place.”

“Still, if I hadn’t tricked her into meeting me, you wouldn’t have this opportunity,” Guinevere snapped. “Now tell me, what exactly do you plan to do with her?”

Cleopatra remained limp, feigning unconsciousness as she strained to catch every word. Then, without warning, Anthony twisted in his seat and shot a sharp glare toward the back.

“She’s still knocked out. Why are you in such a hurry, Guinevere?” he asked coolly.

“What kind of question is that?” Guinevere hissed. “You know how much of a threat she is to me.”

Anthony’s eyes narrowed, a sharp, assessing glint cutting through his gaze as it swept over Guinevere’s face, as though he were trying to peel back every mask she wore.

“Don’t tell me you’re still afraid of her. She never even made it into modeling; we made sure of that, and she never will.” His voice held cold certainty.

“Then what do we do with her?” Guinevere snapped. “Let’s just kill her already! We’re wasting time, she could wake up any second!”

“What the hell?!” Anthony exploded.

“Oh, please you… you still have feelings for her, don’t you?” Guinevere burst into laughter, sharp and unrestrained, the sound bordering on hysteria as it filled the confined space of the car. “My cousin has been completely bewitched. Damn it!” Rage and disbelief twisted her features as she slammed her palm against the dashboard, the impact echoing like a gunshot

“That’s not it,” Anthony growled, jaw tightening.

“What do you mean, ‘not it’? Have you slept with her?” she demanded.

“Not yet,” he said, frustration seeping from every word.

“Then that explains everything,” she sneered, her lips curling with bitter amusement. “You’re parading around like some ridiculous knight in shining armor.” Her hands shot out, seizing his hand with a grip that was possessive and unyielding.

“Why don’t you just sleep with her already?” she went on, her voice dripping with mock generosity. “I’ll even give you space.” Her eyes gleamed coldly as she leaned closer. “When you’re done, call me back and then we’ll kill her.” A