All Chapters of The Bride's Revenge, The Heir's Escape : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

The hallway outside the hospital room was unusually quiet, except for the soft hum of machines and the occasional shuffle of nurses passing by. Ava stood beside James, her arms crossed and her eyes fixed on the closed door in front of them. Her heart felt heavy with worry, her brows furrowed with concern. She kept glancing at the door like it would open any second and offer her some relief.When it finally did, Liam stepped out, straightening his suit jacket and calmly fastening the buttons as if everything inside the room had been a regular conversation. But Ava knew better. She knew him too well to miss the tension in his shoulders or the way he avoided her eyes.Without wasting time, Ava walked up to him and asked with urgency, "Hey, what did you say to him?"Liam barely looked at her as he answered with a firm, controlled tone, "A man-to-man talk."That was all he said, but his eyes were distant. He wasn't the same Liam who'd walked into the room a few minutes ago. Something had s

Noah's mother stared at him with confusion written all over her face. Her brows furrowed, and her lips parted as if trying to understand what he had just said. "What are you talking about?" she asked, her voice trembling slightly, a mix of worry and disbelief clouding her tone.But Noah's face was the exact opposite—twisted into a grin that didn't reach his eyes. His smile was sharp, bitter, and laced with a darkness that made his mother's stomach churn. His eyes burned with a strange fire as he spat the words out. "That woman was right," he said, sounding almost amused but in a cruel, twisted way. "We really are a joke. The Hamilton heir has taken my wife and now he's running us into the ground."His mother recoiled slightly, her eyebrows shooting up in disbelief. "What's the point in saying that now?" she asked, not hiding her irritation. She couldn't understand why her son was spiraling into this storm of emotions and resentment.But Noah didn't flinch. His jaw tightened, his n

The tension in the air was thick, so thick that even a knife wouldn't cut through it. Ava stood in the middle of the room, calm on the outside but fuming inside. She wasn't going to let anyone—least of all Mrs. Hamilton bully her into leaving the man she loved."Is that really what Liam wants?" Ava asked, her voice steady and her smile firm, even though the confrontation was starting to sting deep in her chest."Does it make a difference?" Mrs. Hamilton's voice was cold, sharp like broken glass. Her gaze bore into Ava with judgment and superiority.Ava didn't flinch. "I mean, if that's what he wishes, then I'll do it," she said evenly. "But if that's not the case, then you don't really have the right to interfere."That struck a nerve. Mrs. Hamilton's face turned beet red with rage. She bolted up from her seat like she'd been stung."How dare you talk to me that way?" she snapped, her voice filled with venom."You're just after the money, aren't you?" she accused, narrowing her eyes

The room was quiet, uncomfortably quiet. You could hear a pin drop as tension danced in the air. Just then, Mister Warner finally broke the silence, his voice hesitant but steady enough to carry weight."Ehm, Missus Hamilton's birthday celebration is next week at the Hamilton Hotel," he said, extending his hand and passing a sleek, gold-trimmed invitation to Ava.His eyes didn't leave her face as he added with a tone that carried something more than just duty, "And this… is your invitation."Ava blinked in surprise, her hand reaching out slowly. Her fingertips brushed against his as she took the invitation, and for a second, it felt like time paused. Her heartbeat quickened. Was this real?"I was just asked to give it to you," Mister Warner quickly clarified, pulling his hand back. His voice was neutral now, but his eyes held a tinge of regret.As soon as he said those words, Ava's mind lit up with racing thoughts. She stared at the invitation, hope flickering in her chest like a matc

A heavy cloud of tension filled the air as Ava stood in front of Noah. Her eyes were clear, determined, and filled with the weight of every decision she had made up to this point. She had reached her limit. "We don't belong together," she said, her voice firm and resolute, like she had practiced the line a thousand times in her head. Noah looked at her, his face creasing with confusion and desperation. "What about Liam?" he asked, searching her eyes for any sign of doubt, any hesitation. Ava stood her ground. "It's the same thing," she said calmly, yet her tone carried a finality that was hard to ignore. "The Smiths and the Hamilton's are not for me. I just want to be a free bird, not a caged canary," she added, her words soft but layered with deep longing. She meant every syllable. Suddenly, Noah wheeled closer and held her hands, gripping her like he was afraid she'd vanish if he let go. "Can't we just go back to how things were?" he pleaded, his voice shaking sli