Gina's Revenge: Return of the Heiress のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 71 - チャプター 80

(Elena’s POV)I sat on the edge of my bed, gripping my phone tightly, my heart pounding in frustration. The voices from downstairs had been impossible to ignore—heated words exchanged, accusations thrown like daggers, and then… the worst part. Lily had decided to stay. I clenched my jaw, a bitter taste settling in my mouth. How could she be so blind? After everything, after all the warnings, she was still choosing Julian. I had been *so* sure she would leave this time. That she would finally see the truth. But no. She had thrown away her last chance at freedom. I stood abruptly, pacing the room before pulling out my phone. There was only one person I needed to talk to right now. Gina. I quickly dialed her number, my fingers trembling with anger. She picked up on the second ring. "Elena? What’s wrong?" "It didn’t work," I hissed, my voice shaking. "She’s staying." There was silence on the other end before Gina let out an irritated sigh. "Are you serious?" "Monica

Lily's POVThe moment Julian pulled up to the hotel, I knew this night was going to be different. The building itself was grand, with warm golden lights illuminating the entrance, and beyond it, I could see the soft shimmer of a lake reflecting the evening sky. The whole scene felt straight out of a dream, one I wasn’t quite ready to wake up from. Julian stepped out of the car first, moving quickly to open my door before I could do it myself. His hand reached for mine, warm and firm, and when I looked up at him, he was already smiling. "You look breathtaking," he said, his voice low, full of admiration. Heat rushed to my cheeks. I had spent extra time getting ready, slipping into a deep red dress that hugged my curves in all the right places, my hair cascading in soft waves down my shoulders. But hearing him say it like that made me feel like the most beautiful woman in the world. He reached behind him, and before I could ask what he was doing, he pulled out a bouquet of re

Gina’s POVThe phone pressed against my ear, I paced the length of my office, my heels clicking against the marble floor. "Just stay put, Elena," I hissed, glancing toward the door. "I need time to figure out our next move. We can’t afford another slip-up." Elena sighed on the other end. "We should've taken care of her the moment she walked back into his life." I pinched the bridge of my nose. "I know that," I snapped. "But we need a smarter approach. Monica’s in the way, and Julian… he’s unpredictable when it comes to Lily. If we move too soon, we risk everything." A beat of silence stretched between us before Elena muttered, "Fine. But hurry up"The moment I hung up the call with Elena, I let out a sigh, tapping my nails against the desk. The wheels in my mind were already turning, formulating the next step. Julian, Lily, Monica—none of them would see what was coming. I would make sure of that. But just as I leaned back in my chair, I felt a presence behind me. My body tense

Lily's POVI was in the garden tending to the overgrown flowers that had been carefully arranged by me some weeks back, when I heard some footsteps and felt a presence behind me.I picked a particular daffodil, held it up to my nostrils and smiled in satisfaction. The scent of fresh flowers is always refreshing.I needed to pick some fresh flowers for my room, just to rearrange and give it a new look.It's been two days since Elena left to take care of her mother and I haven't heard from her ever since. I just hope she is well and fine.Julian must have been the one that stepped into the garden. Thinking of him, standing there, watching me attend to my little plants brought another smile to lips.“Ma'am, I'm sorry to interrupt you.” A voice said from behind, breaking me out of my reverie.“Oh,” I turned to see Carla, one of the maids standing right behind me, with her hands in front of her. Her fingers were trembling and from the way she folded them at intervals, she made it obvious t

Lily's POVI dismissed Carla with a wave of my hand, still fuming. My head pounded from the frustration of dealing with Julian’s indifference. How could he be so casual about this? I stormed into our bedroom, slamming the door behind me. But instead of pacing around in anger like I usually did, I forced myself to sit on the edge of the bed and take a deep breath. I’ll wait. Julian wanted to enjoy his dinner? Fine. Let him. But once he was done, he *would* listen to me. So I sat there, arms crossed, counting the minutes. After what felt like an eternity, I heard the sound of his chair scraping against the floor, then footsteps heading toward the living room. I followed. And when I walked in, there he was—lying comfortably on the couch, his legs stretched out, a beer bottle in one hand, eyes fixed on the damn TV. Football. Of course, it was football. I inhaled sharply, willing myself to stay calm. I walked up to him, standing directly in his line of vision, but h