Lahat ng Kabanata ng THE REMARRIED HEIRESS : Kabanata 131 - Kabanata 140

CATALINAAs the private jet dropped onto the well-known wide surface of Los Angeles, my pulse pounded frantically against my chest. Dante was sitting next to me, studying reports on his iPad with a clenched jaw."Any updates from the site, Dante?” I asked, my voice barely above a whisper so as not to break the silent tension in the cabin.With a groan, he combed through his hair. "Just the preliminary reports. It's bad, honey. Worse than we initially thought.” He pointed to Yvette, who had her forehead wrinkled in concentration as she carefully scanned plans spread across her lap. "Yvette's trying to make sense of the structural analysis.""It's not adding up," Yvette murmured, not looking up. "The stress tests, the materials, everything was up to code. This shouldn't have happened."I reached for Dante's hand, lacing my fingers through his. His hold was comforting, a silent acknowledgment of the storm we were about to face. This was a personal failure as much as a business one. He h

CATALINAI felt an arm draped across my waist, pulling me close against his chest. Dante selfishly claimed me, and I, myself, drew in his warmth. My eyes squinted against the morning light peeking through the curtains as my phone vibrated relentlessly on the bedside table.I reached for my phone near the nightstand and answered the call.“Hello?" My voice awoke with a lazy hush."Catalina." It's Mr. Langley. Compared to my unkempt wake-up, his voice was as clear and well-articulated as ever.A groan was on the verge of escaping me. Mr. Langley never called this early unless it was urgent and "urgent" usually meant "a complex, multi-layered problem that will consume your entire day." I sighed, already mentally preparing to hear the bad news. But I couldn't move. Not with his arm draped across my waist, heavy with sleep-induced possessiveness. I glanced at Dante. His lashes faint against his cheek, his breath steady and unbothered. I moved lightly, testing the firmness of his hold, bu

CATALINA"Get me to the hospital now!" I yelled at my driver. My voice cracked with a fear I hadn't felt since I lost my child. A suffocating wave of panic ran through my chest, thinking of the possibilities of why Chen had gone missing. Did he look for Abby? Did he miss the way back to his room? Or… Did someone take him?!I wish I had prioritized him first. I wish I had visited him first before I dealt with the company's problem.Abby's words echoed in my head, choked with apologies that shattered my world. My heart hammered against my chest, with horror in my mind. What if he was scared? What if he was hurt? Chen was so small, so vulnerable.The city, usually a symbol of my triumphs, now loomed as a dangerous maze for Chen. I tightened my grip on my phone, waiting for it to ring again, waiting for the good news from Abby. But no phone calls arrived until I arrived at the hospital. That only means one thing: they couldn't find him.Those thoughts killed me a million times. As I

CATALINAThis visit was going to be a special kind of hell. As I stepped out of the car, the dry heat hit me like a slap, a stark contrast to the humid embrace of New York. Every fiber of my being screamed at me to turn around, to get back on that plane, and to pretend this whole dreadful trip was a bad choice. I can't believe I'm here just to meet the woman I despise more than anyone on earth. And now, I am here, in her territory, a lion walking into the snakes’ den.I clutched the five-page document, letting the paper dig into my palms. This wasn't a visit. It was a ceasefire, a tense, uneasy truce, and I had no idea what to expect. All I knew was that a few hours from now, everything would be different between us.Taking a deep breath, I pressed the doorbell. The silence was deafening, broken only by the chirping of crickets. The front door creaked open. There she was, Fiona Gomez. She hadn't changed much, still with that regal air and baby bump hidden behind the floral dress th

CATALINAFiona lost her baby. The news came with a strange, unsettling thud. Not victory, not even the mercy I might have expected given our history, but an empty pain and smothering halo of grief that had hung over my shoulders.I remember the raw pain and the desperate, silent screams that nobody heard, echoing in the confines of my own skull. A relentless torment that made me question if I’d ever feel light again.The tables were turned for Fiona. A part of me, which I usually bury deep under layers of bitterness, feels a pang of something close to empathy. Because no matter how much I loathe her, no matter how many times I wished her ill, no woman deserves this heart-wrenching agony. No one deserves to feel that crushing loss. For the first time, I don’t hate her quite as much. I was just… hurt for her, a quiet, unexpected ache in my heart mirrored hers. It’s a feeling I never thought I’d direct at Fiona.A sigh escaped my lips as I looked at Dante on the couch. He's lying on t