All Chapters of Gina's Revenge: Return of the Heiress : Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

Elena's POVI found myself pressed against the cold wall, my ear straining to catch every word spilling from the room. Julian and Lily were arguing again, their voices sharp and raw, cutting through the silence of the hallway like a blade. I had expected it, of course. It was only a matter of time before Lily realized the truth—before she saw Julian for what he really was. The perfect, doting husband act wouldn’t last forever. Not when it was built on nothing but greed and obligation. I smirked to myself as I listened. "You only care about me because of my father's will!" Lily's voice cracked, filled with frustration and pain. I could practically see Julian standing there, his jaw tight, his fists clenched at his sides. He would never admit it outright, but we all knew the truth. And poor, sweet Lily—so naive. So desperate to believe in love. Foolish girl. I was so caught up in my thoughts that I didn’t hear the argument dying down. I didn’t hear Julian moving toward t

Elena's POVMorning came, dragging a thick silence with it. The air in the mansion felt heavier, as if last night's storm of emotions had left an unseen fog lingering between the walls. I could hear the occasional creak of footsteps, the hushed murmurs of servants exchanging words they didn’t dare speak aloud. I took my time getting ready, brushing my hair with slow, deliberate strokes while gazing at my reflection. My face betrayed nothing. A satisfied smirk tugged at my lips before I smoothed it away. No, I needed to keep my composure. There was still a role to play. A knock at the door made me sit upright. "Come in," I called, already knowing who it was. Lily stepped inside, her face pale, eyes red-rimmed and swollen. She had barely slept—if she had at all. Her lips trembled slightly, and for a moment, I thought she might break down right in front of me. But she straightened her back, her fingers tightening around the handkerchief she clutched in her hand. "Elena," she

Gina's POVThe evening air carried a quiet hum through the house as Alex walked in, his usual confident stride bringing warmth into the space. I had been setting the table for dinner when I heard the front door open, followed by the unmistakable sound of his deep voice. And then, a softer, more excited voice followed—his sister. I turned just in time to see her throw herself into his arms, giggling as he spun her slightly before setting her down. “Anna,” he said with a chuckle, “you’re still as dramatic as ever.” She grinned, flipping her long, sleek blonde hair over her shoulder before turning her gaze toward me. “And this is your must be Gina,” she said, looking me up and down with an assessing expression. I forced a polite smile.Alex wrapped an arm around me. “Anna, this is my wife, Gina. Gina, my very troublesome little sister.” Anna scoffed playfully. “Troublesome? Please. I’m an angel.” Alex smirked. “Angel? That’s a stretch.” I chuckled lightly, though somethi

Julian's POVI sat alone in my dimly lit room, my head in my hands, consumed by the weight of what had happened that night. The memory replayed in my mind like a cruel joke—my hands on the maidservant, the way Lily had walked in at the worst possible moment, the disgust in her eyes. I hadn't meant for it to happen. I hadn't even realized what I was doing until it was too late. But none of that mattered. What mattered was that I had betrayed Lily’s trust, and now she wouldn’t even listen to me. I wanted to believe that if I could just explain, if I could just tell her that it was a mistake, that it had meant nothing—maybe she would understand. But deep down, I knew that wasn’t true. Lily had always been unwavering in her beliefs, in her expectations. To her, betrayal was betrayal, and no amount of reasoning would change that. I sighed heavily, running my fingers through my hair. My entire life was about to collapse, and I felt powerless to stop it. A sudden noise startled me—a sh

(Lily’s POV)My hands trembled as I placed my suitcase back in the closet, my mind still racing from the whirlwind of emotions that had just unfolded. Julian’s words still lingered in my ears, his desperate pleas, the raw emotion in his eyes when he begged me to stay. And I stayed. I had made my decision, and no matter how much doubt clawed at the edges of my mind, I knew I wasn’t going to walk away from my marriage. But there was one last battle to fight. My mother. Taking a deep breath, I stepped out of the bedroom and made my way downstairs. The house was quiet now, almost as if it was holding its breath, waiting for the next storm.I found Monica in the living room, perched on the edge of the couch, her arms crossed tightly over her chest, her foot tapping against the hardwood floor. She looked up the moment I entered, her eyes narrowing. "Is the car packed?" she asked, her voice clipped. I swallowed. "No, Mama. I’m not leaving." Silence. Then, she stood, her bod