Revenge on My Billionaire Ex のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 41 - チャプター 50

I did exactly as Sapphire Everheart told me.I unpacked her huge suitcase and neatly folded her everyday clothes in the cabinet, ensuring they were organized. I then hung her valued signature gowns and delicate fur coats separately to avoid them getting wrinkled. Each piece of clothing was handled with care, as if they were delicate treasures. A single damage to one of them would cost me a month’s salary.I heaved a sigh when I finished, thinking that this job should have been a dream come true, not a nightmare in progress.“Are you done?”My soul levitated for a mini second when she unceremoniously appeared in the doorway. “Y-yes, Ma'am,” I replied.Her midnight-black eyes surveyed my work, then turned to me with disappointment.“Is something wrong?” my voice stuttered.She looked over the items in the cabinet with a critical eye and shook her head in disapproval. “It's all wrong. You've placed everything in the wrong order. Can't you see that?"I surveyed my work and found nothing w

My eyes opened slowly. When my vision adjusted, the first thing I saw was my grandfather standing before me in a white suit. "Happy birthday, Elizabeth," he said, his voice gentle and familiar.Tears fell down my cheeks.He held out a bouquet of fresh pink roses, their sweet scent filling the room. I reached out a trembling hand to take them, my fingers brushing against the soft petals, and I was surprised they felt so real against my skin.Grandpa approached the bed. Despite my usual fear of ghosts, at that moment, I wasn't terrified—just keenly aware of how much I had missed him.Then he took my hand; his hands were thin but surprisingly warm against my palms. "I'm not dead," he spoke as though he read my thoughts.I blinked rapidly.Impossible.My grandfather had died in the fire that destroyed the ancestral house.I remembered the day vividly, as if it had happened yesterday: the flames engulfing the house, the billowing smoke, my silent scream of anguish as I watched his motionl

"You're still a crybaby.” I heard a voice, and my attention was immediately drawn to the door."Louis!" I gasped, almost not recognizing his face. He seemed so different from the tall, skinny boy I once knew. The slim arms had been replaced by muscles, and the boyish charm had transformed into a manliness that could make girls weak in the knees.Tears welled in my eyes, and my lips quivered with emotion. "I never thought a moment like this would ever come," I sniffled."Have I told you that you look ugly when you cry?" It was David, my youngest brother, with whom I was close but didn't get along so well because he never wanted to play with me when we were kids.David and I, being close in age, often ended up spending a lot of time together in the house. Whenever we got into arguments, Louis would always step in as a referee to prevent us from tearing each other apart.Through my tears, I pursed my lips. "You're even uglier when you cry. That's why you're trying to hold back your tears

When I woke up Mom was gone. I had expected her to be there and felt a little disappointed that she left the room already.When I got up, the beautiful French evening white dress laid out on the edge of bed caught my attention. It was stunning, with delicate lace detailing and a flowing skirt. Next to it were sparkly silver shoes. There was also a note that read: Please put on the dress, sweetie. Love, mom.The dress and shoes fit perfectly. I felt like a princess and spun around in front of the mirror.Leaving the presidential suite, I noticed how quiet the halls were. No footsteps or hotel staff anywhere. Walking through the long halls, I found a rose on the floor. Then another one a few steps away.Following the roses, I reached the banquet hall. The silence behind the door felt strange.I pushed the door open, the darkness inside made me pause, causing me to briefly doubt if I should enter at all.When I turned to leave, the lights suddenly flickered on, the grand banquet hall was

"Elizabeth Everheart, will you marry me?"I blinked in astonishment at the question. It was the fourth proposal I had received in a week, making it the 150th one in the last four years.Since arriving in the US, my family—brothers, Mom, and Dad—had persistently set me up on blind dates, which I occasionally declined.The blind dates eventually fizzled out, but my family's desire for me to settle down did not wane. Soon enough, marriage proposals were coming at me one after another. After turning them down I was branded the 'ice queen’. This should have deterred further proposals, but it only seemed to make other admirers persistent."Elizabeth, you're 28 years old, for heaven's sake, it's time to choose a man and settle down," Mom would constantly urge me to get married.However, I would always manage to win the argument by pointing out that if Louis, Henry, or David finds a wife first, then I would find a husband. Fortunately for me, none of them were in a rush to settle down just ye