All Chapters of THE REMARRIED HEIRESS : Chapter 111 - Chapter 119

CATALINAI fumbled in the dark, my fingers trembling as they skimmed over the smooth, cold surface of the wall. The room smelled of dust and old wood, but beneath it all, I could still catch the faint scent of Luhan’s cologne lingering in the air. He was close. He had to be.My pulse pounded against my ears, drowning out the muffled voices beyond the door. His father was out there. If I didn’t find the button, if I didn’t open this damn door in time…I pressed my palm against the wood, feeling for the slightest indentation, the smallest shift beneath my touch. The hidden mechanism had to be here somewhere. The voices grew sharper. His father’s voice was low, commanding, and merciless.I swallowed my panic and dug my nails into the wall, tracing the grooves with desperate precision. Come on. Come on.Then, I felt it. A subtle give beneath my fingertip. A raised edge, hidden in the grain.A voice from outside: “You have nowhere to run, boy.”No. No. No. My heart lurched as I presse

CATALINALuhan sagged, his chest rising and falling as relief, disbelief, and something close to grief flooded his expression. I let out a breath I didn’t realize I was holding as my body trembled under the weight of it all.Luhan's father stood unmoving, his gaze still locked on the discarded gun, as if the weight of what he’d almost done was only now settling into his bones. Luhan released a shaky breath, his hand hesitating between reaching for me or staying at his side. The tension between them hadn’t dissipated, not completely, but the worst had passed.I swallowed hard, pushing past the lingering ache in my shoulder. “We need to go,” I said, my voice hoarse, barely above a whisper.Luhan nodded, but his father’s voice cut through the charged silence before we could turn away.“You think you can just leave?” His tone was quiet. It wasn’t anger that kept him standing there now. It was something deeper.Luhan stiffened. “You had a gun on us.” His voice wasn’t loud, but the exhaus

CATALINAThe sterile scent of antiseptic clung to the air, pressing against my senses before I could force my eyes open. My limbs feel heavy and dull with the remnants of whatever medication they had pumped into me. A soft beeping pulsed beside me, steady, rhythmic, reminding me I was still here, still breathing.I blinked against the bright fluorescence above, adjusting to the unfamiliar space. White walls. Tiled floors. The unmistakable hush of a hospital. Then…"Dante." His name barely left my lips before his hand was on mine, warm and tightened. Relief flashed in his dark eyes, contrasting with the exhaustion lining his face.“You're awake,” he murmured, his fingers tightening around mine.But something was wrong. Or rather, someone was missing.I swallowed, my throat dry as I forced myself to look past him, beyond the familiar touch of my husband, scanning the room, seeking, searching–“Luhan?” His name wavered in the stillness.Dante’s grip stiffened. Silence stretched between

CATALINA It's Dante.“You okay?” His eyes filled with worry, seeing my pale face.With a smile, I nodded and even offered the snack I was eating. He took a bite while still suspiciously staring at me before closing the door.“Are you sure?” I nodded again and glanced outside the window. “The door was wide open and you were closing your eyes with a pale face.” “You just left the door open and I forgot to close it. I was tired and closed my eyes to sleep,” I explained while tidying the snack in the paper bag, trying to avoid his eyes.But suddenly, his warm hand reached my cheek. “I'm sorry I woke you up.”His voice was soft and sincere. Why is this guy so soft inside but not outside?“It's okay.”Dante’s phone beeped. He read the message first before starting the car. The ride to the airport was filled with silence. I was thinking that maybe I convinced Igor with my words and did not proceed to kill me or maybe he saw Dante and retreated.I slept during the flight back to China and

CATALINAThe air felt too thick, pressing against my skin as if the corners had closed in around me. I forced myself to swallow, though my throat was dry and my tongue was like paper. She tilted her head, watching me, waiting, for fear, for revulsion, for surrender.But I kept my expression still.“That’s what happens when people don’t behave,” she said as her voice dripped with satisfaction. “Sometimes, they just... disappear.”She wanted me to flinch. But the terror she expected, the wide-eyed gasp, and the scramble backward never came. Instead, something colder unfurled in me, something sharp and deliberate. I blinked slowly as I met her gaze with a quiet, unwavering stare. “Is that supposed to impress me?”She faltered. Just slightly.The silence stretched and crackled until the power shift settled into place. I smiled.Not in fear. Not in submission.But because I understood now, I wasn’t the one trembling anymore.The tension in the air was different now. She had expected me