All Chapters of THE REBORN HEIRESS STRIKES BACK : Chapter 21 - Chapter 28

Susan’s pov “I don’t want you to stop” I whispered breathlessly, my voice trembling between moans. “I want you to show me how much you love me” Johnny didn’t say anything, he didn’t need to, his eyes said everything— desire, hunger and devotion. In one swift move he unhooked my bra and it fell off exposing my hard nipples. His lips closed around one of my nipples, and the moment his warmth touched me there, a shiver shot down my spine. I gasped, my fingers tangling tighter in his hair as I ground against the hard length of him like my body was begging for more—like it needed him to survive.He grabbed my ass and squeezed it—gently, possessively—like he’d been dreaming of this moment for a long time. Then, without warning, he flipped me over and laid me down on the couch. His eyes locked with mine, like he was trying to memorize every part of me. Then he smiled— a slow, wicked smile that made my knees weak. He took off his shirt, revealing the chiseled perfection of his body. Hard a

Susan’s POV Two months had passed.I was now six months pregnant.It still felt strange to say it out loud—even stranger to feel it. My belly was round now, heavy and firm. I could see it in the mirror, feel it when I moved, and I even caught Johnny staring at it sometimes like he still couldn’t believe it either.I hadn’t gotten any more messages. Artemis had gone quiet. Nathan was still missing, and the fear that once kept me up at night was slowly fading away. I was… okay. Not perfect. Not safe. But okay.And weirdly, I was happy.It wasn’t the loud kind of happiness. It was soft. Quiet. Like breathing clean air after a storm.But with the happiness came the mood swings too.One minute I was laughing, the next I was crying because I couldn’t find my hairbrush. I threw tantrums over the dumbest things—like the time Johnny brought me vanilla ice cream instead of coconut. But he never yelled. Never even sighed. He just pulled me close and rubbed my back like I was the most precious t

Susan’s POVThe brass key shook in my fingers as I pushed it into the lock again. I twisted harder. Nothing.I tried again.Still locked.I pulled it out and stared at it like it had betrayed me. “No, no, no… please,” I whispered, my voice breaking.I had been sure this was it. I had felt it in my bones. But the door stayed tightly shut.I stepped back, my heart pounding loudly in my chest, my hand trembling. Whoever was inside needed help—and fast. But I was stuck. Out of time. Out of strength.I dropped to my knees and crawled under the desk again, searching wildly. My hands scraped over the drawers, yanking them open, then slamming them shut. I flung open every cabinet I could find, tearing through files, envelopes, and loose paper. Anything that looked like it might hold something.Then I spotted it—tucked in the corner of the bookshelf behind old binders was a box. No, not one—three different boxes, all locked.Each one had a small label: “Spare Keys.”My heart jumped. I grabbed

Susan’s POVOnly the click of the gun was heard.It echoed loud in the room, like the last bit of hope breaking apart. Johnny’s hands were trembling as he pulled the trigger again… and again. Just more clicks—but there was no bullet. Nothing.His face twisted in shock.“No… no,” he muttered, staring at the useless gun like it had betrayed him. He shook it, pulled again. Still nothing. Just empty, cold clicks.Marshall laughed. It was deep, mean, like he was watching a child fail at something so simple.“You really thought I wouldn’t check your weapon?” he sneered.Johnny dropped the gun. It clattered to the floor.Then he charged towards Marshall.They crashed into each other hard, knocking over the chair, slamming into the desk. Marshall grabbed Johnny and slammed him into the floor. The sound of bones hitting tile made my heart drop.Johnny tried to fight back, but Marshall was faster, stronger. He got on top of Johnny and punched him hard in the face—once, twice, again.I screamed.