All Chapters of BILLIONAIRE HEIRESS' REVENGE : Chapter 121 - Chapter 130

Sebastian’s pov The sun hadn’t risen fully when I heard the heavy knock on the door. I didn’t need anyone to tell me it was Dean. He never came silently. I opened the door slowly, still feeling the ache in my chest from the night before. He walked in without saying a word, carrying his usual black laptop bag and a cold look on his face. His sharp eyes scanned the room before they settled on me.  “Where is everyone?” he asked quietly. “Kitchen,” I said, stepping aside. Dean was the kind of person who didn’t waste time with small talk. He nodded and went straight to the kitchen where the staff had gathered

Natalie's POV – Six Months Later Six months had passed. A lot had changed, but the wound in my heart still hadn’t completely healed. I still woke up some nights shaking, remembering the moment I found out the truth. Remembering the betrayal, the pain, the loss of my child. Some things, you don’t just forget. You learn to live with them. Becky was now in jail. And not just that, the court had sentenced Iris again. This time to death by hanging. I never thought I would ever wish such punishment for someone, but with Becky, I couldn’t find a single drop of pity in my soul. She deserved every single pain that came her way. The lies, the poisoning, the fact that she looked me in the eye and still acted like my family -it made my blood boil. I remembered wa

I rush into my room like the world is chasing me. The door slams behind me, loud enough to make the picture frame on the wall shake. My shoes are still in my hand, my hair a mess, and the morning sun hits my face in a way that makes me squint.I’m late.Late for work. Late for life. Late for everything, oh my fucking god. My head hurts. It feels like my heartbeat has moved behind my eyes. I toss my bag on the bed, grab my phone, and see twenty missed calls from my co-worker, June. One message reads, “Ellie, the boss is mad. Meeting in 30 mins.”“God,” I whisper, pressing my hand against my forehead. “Not today.”How could I possibly have forgotten I had an important day today, ending up in a man's bed! The smell of last night’s perfume still lingers in the air. It mixes with regret and exhaustion. My black dress from last night is on the chair, wrinkled, a reminder of the mistake I’m trying so hard to forget. I grab it, shove it inside my laundry basket, and force myself not to look

ADRIAN'S POV The rain starts as a whisper, soft against the glass, then turns wild. I can barely see her through it. Ellie is just a shadow running down the street, small against the storm, her coat flapping behind her.I don’t think. I just go after her.The cold hits me as soon as I step outside. The wind slaps my face, the rain finds every open space on my skin, but I don’t stop. All I can see is her. She walks fast, like she wants the rain to wash something off her. Like maybe she’s trying to forget everything that happened between us.“Ellie!” I shout, my voice breaking through the sound of the rain. She doesn’t turn. I push forward, my shoes splashing through puddles, the water soaking through my shirt.When I reach her, she’s trembling. Her hair sticks to her face, and she won’t even look at me.“Ellie, stop. Please.”She stops, but she doesn’t face me. Her shoulders rise and fall, heavy and tired. For a moment, the rain is the only thing talking between us.“What do you want,

I didn’t plan to see her again.Clara.But all morning, I couldn’t stop thinking about what Ellie said.Her voice kept replaying in my head, shaking, like she was holding something too heavy to say out loud.Now I know why she’s been avoiding me.Now I know who she really is.Clara’s sister.The woman I almost married.And the woman I can’t stop thinking about.I sit behind the wheel for a long time before I move. I don’t even know what I’ll say.I just know I can’t stay quiet anymore.When I finally park outside Clara’s house, my chest feels tight. Everything looks the same. The same tall gate, the small white car, the curtains drawn like always. I sit there for a minute, staring.Then I walk to the door and knock.It opens after a few seconds.Clara stands there in a silk robe, holding a cup of tea. She looks surprised, but not shocked.Like she expected this one day.“Adrian,” she says softly. “You shouldn’t be here.”“I know,” I say. “But I had to come.”She studies me, then steps