All Chapters of The Heiress And The Billionaire's Revenge : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Amelia's POV I stood at the center of the private dining room, adjusting the last detail of the perfectly set table. The soft glow of the candles illuminated the bouquet of his favorite flowers. Jake loved roses, white ones specifically and they stood elegantly in the centerpiece. The venue was breathtaking, but it still wasn’t as perfect as I wanted it to be for.On the table was a 100million dollar contract deal for him. He's really stood by me through all these years and I feel like doing this will really make him happy, since he's been asking for it. Tonight wasn’t just about his birthday. It was about showing him how much he meant to me, how much I appreciated everything we had together. I checked the time on my phone for what felt like the hundredth time. He was late. Thirty minutes late, to be exact. My stomach twisted uncomfortably, but I told myself he’d be here any second. Jake was a busy man; I knew that. The thought did little to calm my nerves as I glanced at t

I turned slowly, my heart sinking as I saw Jake standing a few feet away. His expression was a mix of surprise and confusion, and for a moment, I couldn’t breathe. “What are you doing here, Amelia?” Jake’s voice cut through the air, it sounded sharp and demanding. I froze mid-step, my breath hitching as I turned towards him. He stood a few feet away, his brows furrowed in confusion and something else; anger, maybe? Guilt? My hands clenched at my sides, I was nervous but I felt anger bubbling inside me. How dare he act like he had the right to question me? “I could ask you the same thing,” I shot back, my voice came out colder than I had expected. Folding my arms tightly across my chest, I forced myself to stay composed. Jake took a step forward, his shoes crunching against the ground. “You should remember I have a tracker on your phone, you know, the one you suggested I'd get.” he said, his tone as though he didn't know about anything that was going on. I sighed quickly.

The flash of cameras hit me before the chauffeur even opened the car door. I stepped out of the black Bentley in a deep emerald-green satin dress that hugged my curves like it was made just for me. The high slit on my dress revealed just the right amount of skin I wanted and my matching heels clicked against the driveway of the Grand Royale Hotel like I owned the place. My hair flowed down my shoulders, and my makeup was subtle, powerful, perfect. Enough to remind the world I wasn’t the same girl who got cheated on. But the second I stepped out and faced the lights, the noise, the cameras it hit me. This night was supposed to be mine and Jake’s. I blinked the thought away before it could ruin my composure. "You ready?" Logan’s voice came from behind me, smooth and casual. I nodded once, not trusting my voice. Reaching back, I laced my fingers with his and lifted my chin. “Let’s give them a show.” Together, we walked into the grand ballroom, the heavy doors swingi

Amelia's POVI woke up with a slow breath, not quite ready to face the day.Everything from the past few days had layered over me like bricks; From Jake to the ridiculous proposal, and then the event... I hadn’t even opened my laptop for work since. And honestly, I wasn’t mentally ready.My body was tired, but my mind was heavier.I sat up, pushed the blanket off me, The event kept playing in my head my speech, the silence after it, the cameras, the stares... and Logan.He was there. He didn’t need to be, but he was. Quiet, steady, right beside me.“Logan Wills,” I muttered under my breath as I got out of bed and dragged myself to the bathroom.I let the water run longer than usual, like it would wash away the last few days. It didn’t, but it helped me breathe. Once I stepped out and tied my robe, I walked back into my room to find breakfast waiting on the table.I smiled faintly. The smell of buttered toast and eggs drifted toward me. I picked up my phone.Still buzzing.It had bee

I hadn’t been here in a while.The driveway still curved in that smooth, perfect half-circle, lined with trimmed bright colorful flowers that always looked surreal. Our mansion stood tall, the same white walls, same dark windows, same air.As the driver pulled up and stopped, I took a breath.The door opened before I reached it.“You don’t visit often,” Mom said, arms crossed, soft smile trying to cover the complaint.“I’ve been busy,” I replied, stepping in and kissing her cheek. “Work’s been… nonstop.”She pulled me in gently. “I know.”Inside, everything looked untouched. The polished marble floor, the tall vases with fresh roses, even the scent.Dad appeared from the hallway, all crisp shirt and half-smile. “Look who finally decided to come home.”I gave him a small hug. “It hasn’t been that long.”“It’s been long enough.”We moved to the living room. The staff had already set the table near the window, glasses shining, silverware in perfect place.We sat.“So,” Dad said, not even