Semua Bab CEO Wants Me: Heiress Has Risen Again!: Bab 51 - Bab 60

Rhea's POV “Can you not go? I'm still a bit scared, I don't want to stay alone.” I said, looking hopefully at him. It felt like someone else could burst through that door at any moment. Great. Now I had a trauma from opening the doors. However, Alaric didn’t answer immediately. The room fell into silence, soft beeping monitors and the low hum of lights were the only sounds. He just stared at me, his expression unreadable. That silence stretched, and for a moment, I wondered if I had overstepped. Maybe he thought I was being childish, clingy and weak. Slowly, I began to remove my hands from his arm, the tips of my fingers trembling as I murmured, “Sorry… I didn’t mean to hold you like that. I just… I’m just being selfish, aren’t I?” But before I could let go completely, his hand caught mine. It was firm and gentle. I gasped, my eyes snapping back to him. “Then be selfish.” Alaric said, voice low and steady, “If you want me to stay, I’ll stay. I'll do anything you want, no matter

Alaric's POV “Are you still with me?" I whispered in his ear. He couldn’t respond. Not with the gag in his mouth. Not with the agony and pain rattling his bones, hearing his screams would have been more amazing but I could not let them wake Rhea. But he twitched, so I knew he was still conscious. "Good. Because we’re not done." Fourteen. Fifteen. Sixteen. Each strike served as a balm to my fury, a physical outlet for the storm brewing in my chest. Rhea’s pale face, her trembling voice, the way she had frozen when Jones held that knife to her throat, all of it played over and over again in my mind like a sickening loop. This man enabled that. I hit him harder. By the twenty-third, he passed out cold. "Shit.” Nathan muttered, lifting the man’s head, “He’s gone. Passed out again." I stood there, breath heaving, knuckles coated in blood, his, not mine. Rhea shifted in her sleep behind me, her brow twitching in discomfort. My heart clenched. I didn’t want her to see this side of m

Rhea's POVGinny crossed her arms, her gaze darting to the side window like it could shield her from me.I, on the other hand, simply adjusted the scarf I had wrapped around my neck. The bruises weren’t too dark yet, but visible enough. I had made sure of that before stepping out with her today. A calculated choice.“You’ve gotten quieter,” I remarked mildly, breaking the silence.She didn’t answer.I sighed, voice calm and clear. “You know, Ginny… sometimes I wonder if you ever stop to think. You act impulsively. You lash out. You leave evidence. And then when it backfires, you play the victim.”“I am the victim,” she snapped, finally turning to face me, her eyes flashing. “You dragged my name through mud, made me look like a monster in front of the school, the police—our parents! You set me up.”I tilted my head. “I didn’t say you pushed me, remember? I said I thought you did. That’s very different. I clarified when I was ready. Legally, that makes me cooperative. Innocent. You shou

Rhea’s POV“…I want to drive them to the edge,” I said, still holding the phone to my ear. “Piece by piece. Not all at once. No fire. Just quiet suffocation. Let them feel what slow collapse tastes like.”“I have no idea what you’re planning,” Lilian replied after a pause, “but whatever it is, I’m all in. Hearing you say this… Rhea, it actually makes me proud.”I smiled. The kind that doesn’t quite reach your eyes but still feels right.“I owe you a meal,” I said lightly, trying to shift the mood. “Anywhere you want. Chinese, Indian, Nigerian—your choice.”Lilian chuckled. “I’m holding you to that. It’s not every day I get treated like a queen.”“We’ll make a day of it once everything calms down,” I promised.“I’ll let you rest now,” she added gently. “You’ll need the energy for whatever storm you’re brewing.”“I will. Goodnight, Lilian.”“Goodnight, Rhea. And… welcome back.”I ended the call, letting the phone rest on the nightstand. For a long moment, I simply sat there, staring at

Rhea's POV “What? Complete your words, Kevin. Are you scared of what people would think if they knew what you were up to?” I crossed my arms, letting my voice slice through the his mind fog and letting him see who held the power here. The classroom had gone dead silent. Kevin’s face twitched. Everyone knew something was off about the supposed “man of the house,” but now that I was cracking his little illusion wide open? He looked ready to bolt. I tilted my head, keeping my voice calm and casual, “Go ahead, Kevin. Ask me why the electricity and water got cut off. Oh wait, you already did, remember?” I smiled sweetly, “Well, let me give you your answer.” I leaned forward just a little, “It’s because, as of this month, you and your family owe me rent. You’ve been living in that house for how long now? Six months? Seven? And yet you strut around calling it your own. Pretending to be rich. Pretending to be something you’re not. Do you want to tell everyone who really owns the house