บททั้งหมดของ Revenge Of The Trillionaire Heiress : บทที่ 61 - บทที่ 70

Annabel’s POV. I looked into my phone for the fifth time, my head running with thoughts of “What ifs and How much does he know?" Lime couldn't be trusted, I obviously knew he worked for Andrew, and that fact never really bothered me until last night. I was biting into my nails, sitting in the kitchen, when Derick walked up to me, a frown visible on his face upon seeing my worried and lost expression.“So you finally feel bad for what you did to Ava the other day? Is the guilt finally eating you? Because I know you did it." He asked, casually but there was a hint of coldness that wasn't trying to hide in his voice and a smirk on his lips.I chuckled and that alone made me feel a bit better and proud of myself for the little stunt I pulled on Ava before she left London. I straightened my position and relaxed my back on the chair comfortably, crossed my legs, folded my ten fingers together, and placed them on my knee.“No. I don't feel bad at all. Thank you for reminding me, as a matte

Ava's POV. The morning started like any other. Tristan had been his usual cheerful self, bouncing into the kitchen with a big grin on his face, eager for his favorite breakfast. I loved mornings like this—watching him chat endlessly, his enthusiasm filling every corner of the house. I was planning on meeting up with the person Liam had told me about this morning before heading to the company. I was humming to a song, but halfway through, I noticed Tristan had grown quiet. His usual brightness faded, replaced by a strange pallor.“Mommy, I feel funny,” he said, clutching his stomach. He looked confused as if he couldn’t understand what was happening. His hand trembled as he reached for me, and I could feel his tiny fingers trembling in mine.“Sweetheart, are you okay?” I asked, my heart beginning to race. He nodded, though his face was pale, and dark circles seemed to have formed under his eyes almost overnight.How come I didn't notice the dark circles under his eyes this morning? It

Derick’s POV. I was in my office scrolling through some files when my phone started to ring, and the familiar name I'd been yearning to call me for a while showed up on it, but yet, It felt strange and absent. Hesitant, I picked up the call."Ava?" I said, sounding surprised but cautious."Derick," she said, her voice sounding steady, distant, and urgent all at once. " We need to talk, It’s important.”I hesitated and took a deep breath. "Is everything okay? What’s going on?""This isn’t something I can explain over the phone," she replied, her voice still distant and cold, but there was a hint of unsteadiness in it. "Can we meet up somewhere private? It’s… it’s about something you need to know.”"Of course," I immediately said, my voice softening. "Where and when?”We agreed to meet at a quiet restaurant the next day. I immediately bought a plane ticket smiling but a bit worried at the same time. What could be so important that she wants to see me in person? I thought she never want

Ava's POV. I felt a wave of anger and hurt rise in my chest as I looked at him across the table. Even now, with everything on the line, the audacity he had to question me about Andrew as if he hadn't shattered everything we had, was infuriating. But I reminded myself to keep calm—this wasn’t about us. This was about Tristan and only Tristan.I took a deep breath, closing my eyes for a moment to steady myself. When I opened them, I looked straight at him, trying to push back all the emotions I’d buried for years. “This isn’t about you, Derick,” I said, my voice quieter but firm. “It’s about Tristan. I did what I thought was best for him. And in the last five years, Andrew has been a father to him—a good one. I’m not asking for you to understand or agree with my choices, but you need to respect them. You gave me no choice.”I saw the remorse in his eyes, but I wasn’t here for apologies or reconciliation. He could regret his actions all he wanted, but that wouldn’t change the past or wh

Derick’s POVThe city lights blurred through the tinted windows of the car as it took me back to my hotel. London’s energy usually filled me with focus, but tonight, I couldn’t shake the weight pressing on my chest. My mind drifted back to Ava—her words, her strength, her undeniable commitment to Tristan. Seeing her again, feeling her anger and hurt so clearly, was more difficult than I’d anticipated.My meetings had been a haze; I struggled to concentrate on the usual negotiations and business deals that typically consumed me. Everything seemed to fade into the background. I could still hear her voice echoing in my mind, reminding me that this wasn’t about us—it was about Tristan. She was right, of course, but it didn’t make it any easier to bear.Once back in the quiet of my hotel room, I sank into the armchair by the window, allowing the silence to envelop me. Five years ago, I’d made a choice that tore apart everything I’d held close. That night with Annabel was a mistake I could