บททั้งหมดของ Heiress Rebirth In Revenge: บทที่ 41 - บทที่ 50

‘The plan worked, it fucking worked,” Anna chanted in her head just as she stepped out of her room with Dali beside her. Her eyes met with Caspian’s angry ones, shivers running down her spine. Well, this was the idea she could come up with. Inviting Caspian’s friends and foes and a few of the men she dated in the past seemed to be the best but worst idea. It brought Caspian running back home. How he thought he could hide from her and she would be cool with it. But with the shivers on her spine from his angry eyes, she knew she was in for some trouble. He yelled at the guests she’d invited, warning them to leave or else he was going to make their lives hell. That was the plan she had when she gave them all a call and they came running in for a party with the new Mrs Riordan. She wanted to make him work up, tired and regretful of his absence. Dali giggled beside her. “Sis, your husband is passing out death glares. Even to us.”“That was the plan, right?”Dali grinned. “Plan A, check.

After scrubbing off every trace of Caspian from her body, Anna stepped into his walk-in closet, mouth agape at the sight. Although she saw it a few days ago, it still wasn't enough. She still couldn't get over the magnitude of his possessions. From his clothes to sparkling jewelry, his designer shoes, and watches. They were a lot and showed exactly what kind of a man he was. A shopper. Caspian must be someone who shops a lot to be able to get such an amount of accessories in his possession. Tightening the rope of the robe she wore, Anna took a step further into the walk-in closet, at the shirts hung neatly in his closet. They were mostly in black, gray, and blue, a few in red, probably made for marriage ceremonies. Her hands caught sight of a gray sweatshirt that stood side by side with its twin. They were exactly the same, both in size and in color. What kind of person buys the same clothes twice just because he likes it? She saw a few others with their twin also beside them. Goodn

Once their meal got to them, they wasted no time and started eating, nodding at the delicious tastes that washed over their mouths. The restaurant lived up to their name in their eyes. “Your father is planning to get Ethan married.” Caspian almost spat his drink as he heard the words from his mother. His gaze fell on her, wondering if she meant what she said. “What?”“He’s trying to force him into marriage. Perhaps he’s fed up with his behavior and presence in the house?”“And what is Ethan saying about this?”“He’s not planning to do as your father says. Besides, not many women would agree to get married to a disabled man.”Caspian suddenly felt his appetite flying out of the window, his expression soon turning sour. The mention of his brothers and father always had such an impact on him. “Father won’t let it slide, he’s going to press further.”“That is it. He’s so overbearing. Ethan isn’t that old, he can choose a woman himself.”He sighed. “So you’re uncomfortable at home, Mo

Caspian paused and let her walk first, following behind her afterward. “Good morning, Mariam,” Anna greeted as they walked into the dining, taking their places on the chairs. “Good morning, Mrs. Riordan, Mr. Riordan.”She proceeded to serve breakfast. Anna moaned in satisfaction as she took a bite of the sandwich, her head bobbing up and down in satisfaction. Once she took a taste from the mug of tea, her eyes grew wide. “OhmiGod, Mariam, where is this tea from?”Mariam lowered her head. “It’s from India. Older Mrs. Riordan sent it.”“That is great, I see.”Soon Mariam walked out of the dining room, leaving the both of them alone. Anna continued eating her sandwiches in silence, occasionally passing glances to the man who sat astride her in his usual work clothes. Halfway to the meal, she abruptly dropped her fork, her gaze on him. “A…about yesterday.”He raised a brow. “What about it?”As he raised his gaze from his food to stare at her, she found herself looking away from him.

~Flashback (8 hours ago)~ Anna’s gaze fixated on the white heels before her, her eyes scanning it properly in the exact form it was brought. She placed it on her bed and looked at it from all angles. Why hadn’t she noticed the details of her past life? The heels screamed fake right at first glance. Perhaps she was too blinded by her love for Elle to notice the little detail. She didn’t know what to do with the shoes or how to change the situations surrounding it. If at all, she needed to get the letter version of the shoes to wear to Elle’s birthday eve. But she knew nothing about heels, the fake, the real, or the second grade. She needed someone who would guide her. Grabbing her phone, she decided to give her go-to person a call. Who else, if not Dali? Dali always has a solution to everything. *****An hour later, she sat astride Dali in a cafe. “I want you to help me look at these heels,” she told Dali, opening the box for Dali to see for herself.Dali held the pair in her hand