All Chapters of BILLIONAIRE HEIRESS' REVENGE : Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

Sebastian's POVI should’ve known something wasn’t right. The way Natalie agreed so easily to rest after our argument. It wasn’t like her. Not at all. Usually, she would’ve fought back, insisted on doing what she wanted. But today, she just nodded and said, “Okay, I’ll rest.” Something in her voice didn’t sound quite right, and I couldn’t shake the feeling that something was off.But I had to go to work. I had a meeting to attend, and the business couldn’t wait. I kissed her forehead as I left, telling her I’d be back soon. I didn’t hear her say “I love you” back, but I tried not to think too much about it. She was probably tired.Still, I couldn’t focus at work. My mind kept wandering back to her. Why was she so quick to give in this time? She was always so strong, so independent. It wasn’t like her to give up on something so easily, especially not after what had happened yesterday. I felt uneasy, like something was waiting to happen, but I couldn’t figure out what it was.Around noo

 Sebastian's POV I couldn’t sleep. The house was too quiet, and the silence was loud in my ears. I sat on the edge of the bed, staring at the letter I had found in the trash. I had smoothed out its torn edges and read it at least five times, but it still didn’t make sense. Something about it made my skin crawl. It was from a lawyer - someone tied to Natalie’s past, and maybe her pain. Natalie lay beside me, her back turned. Her breathing was slow, but I could tell she wasn’t fully asleep. There was a tension in the way her body curled, like she was carrying something heavy. Something she didn’t want to share. I wanted to ask her. I wanted to roll over and whisper, “What’s going on, Nat?” But I didn’t. Not yet. I wasn

I woke up to silence. Not the peaceful kind that wraps around you like a blanket on a quiet morning, but the kind that hangs heavy in the air, the kind that feels like something has been taken. Something irreplaceable. My body ached. Not the dull, throbbing pain that came with pregnancy, but something sharper, emptier. Instinctively, my hand moved to my stomach. I waited for the familiar flutter, the little kick that reminded me I wasn't alone. But there was nothing. Just stillness. And in that moment, I knew. My eyes fluttered open, struggling against the harsh white light above me. The hospital room was cold, sterile, and far too quiet. Machines beeped softly beside me, but all I could hear was the pounding of my own heart.&nb

The rain had stopped, but the sadness in my heart didn’t go away. Days had passed since we buried Oliver, but it still felt like it had just happened yesterday. I woke up each day hoping it was a dream. But then I would see the empty crib, the folded baby clothes, and I would remember. It was real. My baby was gone. I couldn’t sleep well. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw him. Sometimes in my arms, other times in the hospital, lifeless. My heart ached. There was a deep hole inside me that nothing could fill. Sebastian had been trying. He made breakfast, even when I didn’t want to eat. He sat with me in silence. He held my hand. He was there, always. But I knew he was hurting too. I heard him cry in the bathroom when he thought I was asleep. He tried to hide it, but I saw through him. Just like he saw through me.

Sebastian’s POV  Suddenly, Becky rushed in, her face filled with panic and fear. “Natalie!” she gasped. “Sebastian… turn on the news. Now!” I stood up quickly, my heart racing. “What is it? What happened?” Becky looked between us, her hands trembling. “It’s everywhere - TV, social media, news blogs. They’re talking about Oliver.” Natalie stiffened beside me. “What do you mean?” Becky pointed toward the living room. “Just turn it on.” I gra