All Chapters of CEO Wants Me: Heiress Has Risen Again!: Chapter 131 - Chapter 140

Rhea's Pov. Grace sighed and leaned back, her thin strands of hair falling slightly over her shoulders, “Yes. That's the kind of person Ginny was. I wonder if she has changed now, or if she's still the same. Miss Rhea, you wanted to ask me a few questions, right? What if I tell you that I already have an idea of what you want to ask, and I can tell you more than you thought about Ginny. What would you do?” “What do you want in exchange for information?” I crossed my arms, “Lilian already told me that you wanted protection and I promised to give that to you. Is there anything else?” “Yes. Yes, I have something else to ask of you. Actually… I have cancer, and I don't have a lot of time left to live. Previously, Ginny had promised that she was going to give me a lot of money in order to treat my cancer when it was still at the starting stage. She said that the Thorne's treated her like their real daughter and they'd give her anything she wanted. However, she reneged on her promise. Sh

Rhea's Pov I stumbled backwards, my pupils trembling. Grace's words continued to echo in my head, ‘Howard Thorne is Ginny's biological father.’ He is her real father? She is not adopted like I thought she was? I slowly back down, sitting on the chair. I couldn't wrap my head around it. It wasn't possible for me to do that. How… How was this possible?“Miss Rhea…” “Can you… Can you just keep quiet for a minute? I need to think.” I cut Grace off, raising my hands to stop her from speaking. She sighed and looked away, crossing her arms. She looked angry, but that was the least of my worries now. Never in my past life and this life would I have known that Howard was actually Ginny's biological father. Even though he had treated her better than me, I wouldn't have thought that… “Ha!” My eyes slowly widened, and a chuckle escaped from my lips. At first, it was just a few soft chuckles, softly echoing in the office. But then, it turned into a full blown laughter. I doubled over, holding

Rhea's Pov I frowned, “Then whose?”“Her brother’s. He said he never touched it, but Ginny claimed he was the one who always fixed the car. No one believed him. Not when she wept and pleaded and played the grieving daughter.”“And my father?” I asked softly, my hands gripping the edge of my seat.Grace’s lips pressed into a hard line, “Your father may not have physically sabotaged the car, but he knew. He always knew. He did nothing to stop it and even went along with it. In my eyes, that makes him just as guilty.”I stared blankly at the ground, “But… why?” I croaked. “Why would they want Daniel dead? He may not have been rich, but he was harmless. If Ginny wasn't his daughter, then they had nothing to worry about. He wouldn't fight for her if Howard pressed into taking her away.” Grace nodded, “That's right. Daniel had no need to die, he was harmless. So why did Ginny kill him?! Why?!” Her eyes had gone bloodshot. I blinked. Grace’s voice cracked with a kind of pain that didn’t m

Rhea's POV “You don't believe me?” She questioned. “It's not a matter of not believing you. I'm just… finding it hard to wrap my head around everything that I heard now. If a stranger came to tell you that the girl you thought was just an adopted daughter is actually your biological daughter, how would you feel? Now what she said about her getting the company and the house because she was already promised it finally makes sense.” I scoffed and shook my head. It was pathetic really. Ginny was actually a real Thorne and not just an adopted one. Wow. With an arched eyebrow, I turned to Grace, “I’ll look into it myself.” I finally said, rising to my feet, “Grace, Lilian will give you a set of keys to a villa soon. I’ll also make sure you receive some money for your treatment. I need time.” Grace gave a small, satisfied nod, her lips curling slightly, “Thank you, Miss Rhea. You’ll see. Everything I told you… it’s the truth. I didn't lie about anything.” I left the office wit

Rhea's Pov I followed the nurse down the long hallway. The air hummed with the low thrum of medical equipment, a constant reminder of the fragile line between life and death that permeated this place. We entered a small room, brightly lit, with a comfortable-looking reclining chair. “Just sit here, Miss Rhea.” The nurse said, her voice calm and efficient. She prepped my arm with an antiseptic wipe, the cold liquid a stark contrast to the warmth of my skin, “This will just be a small prick, you’ll barely feel it.” I watched as she inserted the needle, a thin, sharp sting. A small tube began to fill with my blood, a dark red against the clear plastic. I focused on the rhythmic drip, trying to keep my mind from wandering back to Xander. It took what felt like an eternity, though in reality, it was probably only fifteen or twenty minutes. The nurse was meticulous, ensuring everything was sterile and that I was comfortable. Once the transfusion was complete, she gently removed the ne