Все главы Heiress Return: Revenge Of The Crippled Ex-Wife: Глава 51 - Глава 60

Gina’s POV. I stood in the middle of the living room, my arms crossed and my jaw clenched so tight it ached. Damon was leaning against the wall, his face a mix of frustration and weariness. He had his arms folded too, staring at me as if I was being unreasonable, as if my requests were some wild, ridiculous demand. “I’m not asking for much, Damon,” I said, forcing my tone to stay even. “I just want the black card. The one with no limit.” “You went shopping a week ago, Gina,” he said, rubbing his temples like my words were giving him a headache. “You maxed out the last card. It had millions on it. Millions. And now you want another?” I rolled my eyes, letting out a bitter laugh. “Are you kidding me? What’s the point of being engaged to you if I can’t even get what I want?” Damon’s jaw tightened, but he said nothing. I stepped closer, my voice dropping. “You made all that money feeding off Clarence’s inheritance, didn’t you? Her shares. Her assets. You turned it all into yours, di

Clarence's POV. I couldn’t focus on anything the rest of the week, regretting why I had followed Olivia to the club. She had to apologize several times too and try to shut the rumors going around but it didn't work. She was supposed to believe them, especially knowing there was a time I slipped away but she didn’t and rather defended me. The office felt different from the whispers that had followed me since the incident. It didn’t help that Kristiana had somehow managed to play the victim in this whole mess. She had her carefully crafted act down, making sure everyone knew how hurt she was by the photo and the rumors, the way I supposedly seduced Julian to climb up the corporate ladder. How she loved that one. I wasn’t going to let it slide, though. I was tired. Tired of her twisting everything, tired of letting her walk all over me like I was some kind of fool. She wasn’t going to ruin my reputation, not when I knew what she was capable of. But she had been smart about it, t

Julian’s POV. The stage was a mess. Broken pieces of the floorboard were scattered everywhere. People were gathered in groups, some murmuring in shock and others shouting to be heard over the chaos. But all I could see was Clarence. I was so relieved I had made it in time to save her. She was leaning against the wall, her chest heaving as though she couldn’t catch her breath. Her eyes were wide and unfocused, and her hands trembled as she pushed back a strand of hair that had fallen into her face. There was a smudge of dirt on her cheek, a tiny cut just below her collarbone where a splintered piece of the stage had grazed her. I moved toward her, ignoring the questions being thrown at me by the press, staff, and everyone else. Right now, the only thing that mattered was making sure she was okay. “Clarence,” I said, reaching out to touch her arm. “Are you hurt?” She shook her head, but her eyes didn’t meet mine. “I… I don’t know. I think I’m fine.” But she wasn’t fine. The way

Damon’s POV. I couldn’t sit still. My hands were shaking, and I had already paced the length of my office a dozen times. Gina’s phone had been off for two days. Two whole days which wasn’t like her at all. I grabbed my phone and dialed her number again, praying that this time, it would ring. But it didn’t. It went straight to voicemail again. Where the hell are you, Gina? My mind kept replaying our last conversation. She had said she was going shopping, then she never returned home and texted around evening she was heading to a club to meet some friends. That was it. I hadn't heard from her or been able to contact her again. I pushed my fingers through my hair, tugging at the roots in frustration. I had already contacted every one of her friends I knew but none seemed to know about her whereabouts. It was like she had vanished into thin air. “Damon, you need to calm down,” Clara said. She had arrived some minutes ago after I contacted her, she had been watching me in silence,

Julian’s POV. The next morning, my phone wouldn’t stop buzzing. Kristina’s name kept flashing on the screen like she was trying to claw her way back into my life. I let it ring. I wasn’t in the mood to hear her voice, to listen to whatever excuse or justification she had lined up this time. I grabbed my jacket, tossed the phone onto the passenger seat, and headed to the office. The car ride felt longer than usual, each second dragging as her missed calls piled up. My jaw clenched every time the screen lit up, but I didn’t reach for it. By the time I got to the building, I was ready to bury myself in work and forget everything else. But the universe had other plans. The elevator doors slid open, and I stepped inside, pressing the button for my floor. Before the doors could close, Kristina rushed in. She stood next to me, closer than necessary, her arm brushing against mine as if she couldn’t help herself. Kristina shifted when she saw how focused I was, refusing to give her