บททั้งหมดของ BILLIONAIRE HEIRESS' REVENGE : บทที่ 51 - บทที่ 60

Chapter 51: Sebastian's POVI stayed in the living room for a while after Natalie left. My thoughts were all over the place. Part of me was glad she agreed to fight back, but I still wasn’t sure if she could handle it. She looked so tired, so drained. I couldn’t blame her. Iris and Alfred had put her through hell.I rubbed my face and leaned back in the chair. My eyes wandered around the room, not really looking at anything, until they landed on something on the coffee table. A piece of paper. I frowned. That wasn’t there before.I picked it up and looked at it. It wasn’t just a random piece of paper—it was a note. The handwriting was messy, but I could still read it.“Iris and Alfred aren’t as untouchable as they think. I know their secrets. Meet me at the old warehouse on Maple Street tomorrow night at 9. Come alone.”I stared at the note, my mind racing. Who the hell left this? How did they even get in here? I didn’t hear anyone come in, and Natalie was here the whole time.Then it

Chapter 53: Sebastian’s POVAs we walked into the cafe, Natalie almost bumped into a guy. sh was at the verge of raising her voice, but I had to stop her. I knew she was exhausted and everything raised her temper at this point. We went in and Natalie sat beside me, her back straight, her hands folded so tightly her knuckles were turning white. I could feel the tension around her already, and honestly, I felt the same way. Samantha stood in front of us, leaning casually against the wall like she owned the place. Her expression was smug, too smug, and I hated it.I shifted in my seat, clearing my throat. “Alright, Samantha. We’re here. Say what you need to say.” My voice came out steadier than I expected, but my heart was pounding in my chest.She smirked. That irritating smirk. “Finally. I was starting to think you’d never ask.”Natalie’s voice was sharp, cutting through the room like a knife. “Stop playing games, Samantha. If you’ve got something to say, just spit it out.”Samantha

Sebastian's POVI sat on the edge of the couch, staring at the floor. My chest felt tight, and my head was pounding. Natalie’s words replayed in my mind, over and over. Coward. She’d called me a coward. The one person I thought understood me, the one person who was supposed to be on my side, didn’t believe in me anymore.I couldn’t blame her. I really couldn’t. Everything was a mess, and it was my fault. She was right about that. I started this whole thing - faking a marriage to protect my business, dragging her into it, convincing her it was the best move for both of us. And now Samantha was holding it all over my head, dangling my life’s work like it was some kind of game to her.I rubbed my face, trying to think straight, but my thoughts were all over the place. I hated Samantha, hated her smug little smile when she walked out of here like she owned the world. But more than that, I hated myself. How did it come to this? How did I let her get this much control?Natalie’s voice echoe

Sebastian’s POVI sat on the couch, staring at the empty glass in my hand. The bottle of whiskey was on the table, but I hadn’t touched it since I poured the first drink. My head was a mess. Nothing made sense.The house was too quiet. I could hear the clock ticking, and my own breathing. But I couldn’t hear her. No footsteps. No soft humming. No sound of her moving around upstairs.Natalie.I ran a hand through my hair, tugging at it out of frustration. I was so mad at myself. Everything felt wrong. I’d screwed up. Again.Why did I let Samantha talk to her like that? Why didn’t I say something? Why didn’t I do anything? I just stood there like an idiot, watching Natalie’s face fall apart.I leaned back on the couch and closed my eyes. I could still see her standing there, looking at me like I’d betrayed her. And I guess I had.I groaned, rubbing my face with both hands. This wasn’t how things were supposed to go. None of this was supposed to happen.I looked at my phone sitting on th

Sebastian’s POVI wasn’t supposed to be here. I knew that. But here I was, standing in front of Samantha’s apartment. The whole thing felt like a bad joke, one that I couldn’t get out of. I told myself this was the last time. I had said it before, but somehow, it always seemed to pull me back in. I knocked on the door, my heart pounding, but not because I was nervous. It was because I knew I’d regret this.The door opened, and there she stood - smiling like nothing had ever changed. Like it was just another normal night between us. “Hey, stranger,” she said, stepping aside to let me in.I didn’t reply. I didn’t know what to say. The air between us felt tense, but it was the kind of tension that was familiar. The kind that didn’t need words. I walked in, and she shut the door behind me.It didn’t take long for the usual silence to settle in. Samantha was always good at that - filling the space with her presence, even if it was just her being there. I hated how much she knew about me. H