Lahat ng Kabanata ng Gina's Revenge: Return of the Heiress : Kabanata 161 - Kabanata 170

Gina's POV The morning sun spilled through the sheer curtains, casting golden streaks across the soft sheets. I stirred, my body still tingling from last night’s passion, my heart swelling with a sense of fulfillment I never thought possible. Alex was still asleep, one arm draped possessively over my waist, his bare chest rising and falling in a steady rhythm.I turned slightly to look at him. Even in sleep, he looked so peaceful—so *mine*. A small smile curved on my lips, and I carefully eased out of bed, not wanting to wake him. The cool air kissed my skin as I wrapped a silk robe around myself and padded across the room.The house was quiet, still wrapped in the serenity of morning. I made my way to the kitchen to fix a cup of tea. As I sipped it slowly, I couldn’t help but glance out the window. The estate was even more beautiful in the morning light. Birds flitted across the treetops, and the ocean glimmered in the distance, like a sheet of liquid glass.After finishing my tea,

Gina's POV My fingers trembled slightly as I opened another old journal. It felt almost sacred, like I was stepping into a part of him that no one had touched in decades. The first few entries were ordinary—accounts of weather, estate affairs, his travel notes—but soon, things took a mysterious turn._"May 14th, 1892. Evelyn came to visit today. She looked tired… no, haunted. I offered her tea, but she refused. I asked about the child. She wouldn’t speak of it. Her silence is beginning to scare me."_Flipping through more pages, I found her name again and again. Evelyn. The entries were always emotionally charged—sometimes sorrowful, sometimes angry, often confused. He never wrote her full name, only cryptic initials or a small sketch of a flower beside her name. A violet._"June 3rd, 1893. Evelyn is leaving for good. Says she can’t live under this roof with secrets buried deeper than the soil. I begged her to stay. Told her the child had a right to know. But she turned away."_Child

Gina's POV The morning began like any other.Alex had just returned from a phone call with our lawyer, his expression tired but optimistic. The challenge from Victor Wells, the man claiming to be Evelyn’s son, was still looming over us like a thundercloud—but we had a plan. We were fighting back. That alone gave me some comfort.I stood in the bathroom, brushing my hair in slow, gentle strokes. The scent of lavender soap still lingered on my skin from my bath, and sunlight filtered through the windows, dappling the marble floors with gold. I should have felt calm, at peace even. But there was a pressure behind my ribs I couldn’t explain—something tight and uneasy that had been brewing since I woke up.Maybe it was the mental stress.Maybe it was something else.I placed a hand on my belly and whispered softly, “We’re going to be okay, little one. Mommy’s just overthinking again.”But the reassurance felt hollow in my throat.Later that morning, I joined Alex for breakfast in the din

Gina's POV (The next morning)Being confined to bed was a special kind of torment.The world outside continued to spin—cases built, secrets unraveled, decisions made—all while I remained still, cocooned in layers of soft linen and frustration. Every morning, the same ceiling greeted me. Every afternoon, the same view of the garden through the wide windows teased my aching desire to move. My body had become a vessel of caution, every movement scrutinized, every ache whispered about.Alex, bless his heart, tried to make everything feel normal. But I saw it in his eyes—the worry, the constant checking, the way his hand lingered just a second longer on my stomach each time he touched it. He was scared. I was too.So when he hired a nurse, I didn’t argue. Not really.Nurse Penelope was kind. Soft-voiced, gentle, but no-nonsense. She had a habit of humming lullabies while checking my vitals, as if the baby could hear her already. She brought calm into the room, and even though I hated bei

Alex's POV The courthouse smelled of polished wood, nerves, and freshly brewed coffee. A place where truth was supposed to hold weight—but truth, I’ve learned, is fragile in the face of men like Victor Wells.The judge’s voice echoed in the courtroom as the proceedings began, stern and unwavering. I sat at the front bench beside our attorney, Mr. Langdon, a seasoned man with sharp eyes and a mind like steel. Beside Victor, his legal team looked smug—too smug for someone who hadn’t even seen the real documentation yet.Gina should’ve been here with me. She would’ve sat tall and poised, even in fear. But the doctor’s orders had been clear: strict bed rest. No exceptions. Not when her life and our baby’s were on the line.Just the thought of her curled up at home in bed while this circus played out made my jaw tighten. I was here not just as a husband—but as her voice, her shield, her sword.Victor looked every bit the conman he was, wrapped in a tailored gray suit and arrogance. He sat