All Chapters of DARLA FIN:THE HEIRESS'S WICKED REBIRTH: Chapter 181 - Chapter 187

Melanie's POVFinally, I forced myself to speak.“It’s… been a while,” I admitted. My voice was small. Almost embarrassed.Richard didn’t add anything. He didn’t correct me. He didn’t disagree. That alone was enough confirmation.Shea nodded, not with judgment, but with professional concern.“You need to work on that as well,” she said. “Physical intimacy isn’t just sex, it’s connection. Distance in that area often reveals emotional tension that hasn’t been addressed.”I swallowed. Hard.She wasn’t wrong.“Sexual tension that builds without release can become dangerous,” she added with a firm but calm tone. “Not just physically, but emotionally. It creates room for resentment, suspicion, and disconnect.”Her gaze shifted between the two of us.“I’m not saying you must force anything. But you do need to rebuild closeness little by little. Create opportunities for softness, for touch, for familiarity. Because intimacy dies long before the relationship does, and you two are on that brink

Richard's POVI left Melanie in the room and went to my study. I tried to study for a while, flipping through the pages like the words could distract me, but my mind refused to settle. Everything felt messy, inside my head. The expression in the therapy session made my thoughts spin. The tremble, in her voice when Sam called made me nervous. The way her eyes darted away when I pressed her for answers made the confusion grow. I could not find a path through the jumble of feelings that the expression, the tremble and the eyes left behind.I leaned back in the chair. I closed my eyes for a moment.Something made me look at the door. I saw the faintest glimpse of Melanie’s face peeking at me from the hallway. My heart beat faster.I grabbed my phone. Called Vincent. Vincent picked up on the ring.I heard the man say, "Hey Richie what is the matter?”"We need to meet," I said.There was a pause. I heard the tone shift. The speaker said, "Alright. You can come to the place.”“I’ll be on

Richard's POV“Richard,” he said slowly, “do you hear yourself? You’re talking like you’ve already been replaced.”I clenched my teeth. “Then explain why she jumps when her phone rings. Explain why she hides where she goes. Explain why she looks like she’s afraid to breathe around me.”“Maybe therapy shook her a little,” Vincent suggested. “Maybe she’s thinking. Processing. Maybe she’s scared you’ll leave her.”“She should be scared,” I muttered before I could stop myself.Vincent’s eyes narrowed slightly. “Careful.”I exhaled, bitter. “I didn’t mean it like that.”“Didn’t you?” he asked simply.I didn’t answer.Because maybe part of me did.The silence stretched for a moment before Vincent broke it.“Okay. Let’s talk strategy.”I straightened a bit.“First,” he said, “we wait for the spy’s update. That’s the most practical step.”“And second?” I asked.“Second…” He paused. “You keep acting normal.”I blinked. “Normal?”“Yes,” he said with irritating calmness. “If you act suspicious,