All Chapters of Revenge on My Billionaire Ex : Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

His mother chuckled, clearly enjoying his reaction. "Her family is wealthy, but she didn't just coast on her inheritance. Instead, she took a struggling hotel in a foreign country and transformed it into a luxurious paradise, earning herself a fortune. It's her smarts and hard work that got her to where she is today. She has made quite a reputation for herself in just four years.” Upon absorbing this information, Crimson felt both admiration and respect for this woman he had never encountered. It seemed he had undervalued her abilities. As he learned more about her incredible accomplishments, he felt an urge to meet her in person. "Never judge a book by its cover, son. She may be stunning and popular, but she's also incredibly smart and driven. That's what sets her apart," his father added. “Is she married?” Crimson asked before he could stop himself. Alexander shrugged. "I really don't know. Some claim she was married to one of the sons and took the name Everheart, which is why no

A few hours ago… Stepping off the plane, I felt the caress of the afternoon breeze on my skin. The journey had been exhausting, my body sore from hours of being stuck in my seat. And yet, despite the fatigue, my mind was buzzing with a multitude of tasks that required my attention. Sapphire, my stepsister, insisted we head to the hotel and get some rest. But I shook my head. “Not yet,” I told her. “I have something important to attend to.” She frowned. “You’re exhausted, Liz. The ancestral house can wait.” It couldn’t. "It's okay. You go to the resort hotel first. I'll join you later after I finish what I have to," I said, placing a reassuring hand on her shoulder. "Alright,” she heaved a resigned sigh. “I really want to come with you, but I'm just too tired. I haven't slept at all during the flight, so I'll get some rest. See you at the hotel.” I let out a sigh of relief. “See you at the hotel.” I smiled before our paths diverged. She strode toward the airport's main exit, whe

As I settled her onto the seat, her small hands clutched at the edges of her dress, crumpling the fabric in her tiny fists. I smoothed her dress and guided her hands to her lap, ensuring she was comfortable before reaching for the seatbelt. She looked up at me then, her eyes holding a depth that no child should have, and whispered a soft “Thank you.” “You’re welcome, sweetheart.” I heard her stomach growling. My brows knitted together in concern. "You're hungry! Haven't you eaten?" The words tumbled out. Her gaze was fixed on her hands, which were folded neatly in her lap. "Suh-les-teen... she punished me by not letting me eat," she murmured, her voice so faint it was almost lost amidst the sounds of the road. A heavy silence fell over us. I felt a surge of protectiveness mixed with righteous indignation that anyone could use food—a basic human need—as a form of punishment. At that moment, I had never felt a stronger urge to slap someone than I did toward my ex-best friend. "I'

Crimson entered the room, his striking features etched with concern as he lifted the little girl into his arms and held her close. I swallowed hard, feeling a lump form in my throat. Time had been kind to him, like a fine wine aging gracefully. I observed him comfort the little girl, revealing a tender and nurturing side of him that was new to me. Though I couldn't understand a word he said, I knew that he was offering words of comfort to the child. It was in moments like these that I remembered why I had fallen for him in the first place. Cleo gestured towards the balcony where I stood, causing a surge of fear to grip me as she attempted to lead Crimson in that direction. Sapphire quickly positioned herself in front of the father and child. Despite her smile, I could sense her nervousness through the way her eyes darted anxiously. My stepsister gestured with her fingers, as though trying to explain to Crimson that there was no one on the balcony. Meanwhile, Cleo stomped her fee

She tried to pull my arm and usher me somewhere else, but she froze before she could take even a step. “They’re here to take me,” she gasped, watching as a tinted black car pulled to a stop a few steps away. She immediately turned to me. “I worked as a nurse in a hospital more than five years ago… T-there are two children instead of one. The boy died, and the girl—” The woman didn't finish her sentence, as two men in scrubs grabbed her by the arm and injected something into her, causing her to lose consciousness immediately. "I'm a nurse," one of the men stated, displaying both his ID and license. "That woman," he gestured toward the unconscious woman being placed into the van, "is our patient. She escaped from the psychiatric ward.” I believed what he said, but there was a part of me that still wondered why the woman's face looked so familiar to me. “She's delusional, so don't believe a word she said,” the man who introduced himself as a nurse explained. I remained composed on th