BILLIONAIRE HEIRESS' REVENGE のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 61 - チャプター 70

Natalie's POVWhen I left Sebastian’s house that morning, I didn’t look back. Not once. It felt like if I turned around, I’d convince myself to stay, and I couldn’t let that happen. My chest felt heavy, like something was sitting on it, but at the same time, there was this weird feeling of relief too. I don’t know. Maybe that’s what happens when you finally make a choice you’ve been avoiding for months.Sebastian wasn’t a bad person. I want to believe that. He was kind, funny, and had this way of making me feel like I was the only person in the room when we were together. But it wasn’t enough. Not when he was so tangled up in someone else’s life.I sat on the bus, my bag on my lap, and stared out the window. My reflection in the glass looked tired. I felt tired. It was like I hadn’t really slept in weeks, even though I knew I had. I kept thinking about everything that had happened, all the little moments that led up to this.When we first met, it was different. He was different. Or ma

Natalie’s POV It was a quiet afternoon. I was sitting on the couch, scrolling through my phone, trying to distract myself from the mess that was my life. My chest felt tight, like it always did these days. I thought leaving Sebastian would make me feel free, but instead, it felt like I had lost a part of myself. I kept telling myself it was the right thing to do. He wasn’t good for me anymore. The trust was gone, and without trust, what’s the point? But even knowing that didn’t make it easier. As I scrolled, my phone buzzed with a notification. It was a message from an unknown number. My heart sank a little. I didn’t know why, but I had a bad feeling about it. I opened it. The message was short: “Thought you should see this. - Samantha.” Samantha. Of course, it was her. I felt my stomach twist. I didn’t want to deal with her. I didn’t want to deal with any of it. But before I could decide whether to delete it or block the number, another message came through. It was a vid

Sebastian's POVI sat on the couch, staring at nothing, the weight of the day pressing against my chest. My head was pounding, and the walls around me felt like they were closing in. The video wasn’t real - it couldn’t be real. I kept telling myself that, clinging to the hope that there was some mistake, that someone had manipulated it.But the world didn’t care about what was real. The world cared about what it saw. And right now, it had seen enough to crucify me.I forced myself to reach for my phone, the screen lighting up with more missed calls and messages than I could count. Friends, strangers, coworkers - all of them with something to say. I couldn’t bring myself to open them, not yet.I took a deep breath and opened Natalie’s contact. I hesitated. What could I even say to her? “I’m sorry” wasn’t enough. “It’s not what it looks like” sounded like a cliché. But I had to try.I dialed her number.It rang once, twice... and then went to voicemail.I hung up before I could leave a

Natalie’s POVI sat on the edge of my bed, staring at my phone like it was some kind of ticking bomb. The video was everywhere now. It didn’t matter how much I wanted to look away, how much I told myself to stop checking, I couldn’t. It kept playing in my head. Samantha’s smirk. Sebastian’s voice. The whole thing made my stomach turn.I’d spent the entire night tossing and turning, trying to figure out how I felt. Angry? Definitely. Hurt? That didn’t even begin to describe it. But there was something else. Something heavier. I couldn’t shake the feeling of disappointment. Disappointment in him... and maybe even in myself.I put my phone down on the nightstand and stared at the ceiling. The fan spun slowly, making a faint creaking sound with every rotation. It was too quiet in here. I hated it. Quiet gave my thoughts too much room to grow.Sebastian.I’d trusted him. Believed in him. And he’d destroyed it all. The video wasn’t even the worst part. It was everything that came before it

(Sebastian’s POV) I sat in the backseat of the car, staring at my reflection in the tinted window. My suit felt too tight, my tie like a noose around my neck. The press conference was in thirty minutes, and I had no idea what I was going to say. How do you explain yourself when even you don’t understand the mess you’re in? I rubbed my temples, exhaustion weighing me down. For the past few days, my name had been everywhere—on the news, on social media, in headlines screaming for my downfall. They called me a liar, a fraud, a man who built his success in deception which was far from the truth. my sex tape has just been leaked. how did it get this serious? Definitely blogs that are trying to get clicks then decide to come up with more lies. Natalie hadn’t spoken to me. She ignored my calls, my texts. The last thing she said was in the letter she wrote me. I ruined everything. My driver pulled up in front of the hotel where the press conference was being held. Cameramen and repo