Semua Bab The Heiress And The Billionaire's Revenge : Bab 11 - Bab 20

Amelia’s POV There’s a kind of silence that follows that long cry and tears. A quiet chill that settles into your bones like the cold after a fire’s gone out. Your body tries to remember what normal used to feel like, but everything feels off. That was my morning. This time no crying. Just silence. I slipped into my black silk blouse, the one with a sharp collar and gold buttons, and tucked it neatly into my high-waisted trousers. My heels clicked softly on the wooden floor as I moved around my room like a ghost. Hair pulled into a tight bun. Light makeup. Red lipstick. I wanted to feel pretty. By the time I reached the Connells Enterprise building, I was wrapped in layers of calm. The reception was its usual polished chaos; people moving fast, suits everywhere, polite smiles. And when I stepped through the private entrance, like usual, everything shifted. Heads turned. Eyes followed. Everyone focused on their assigned tasks immediately. Cathy was already walking two steps be

Logan's POV When I got home, I went straight to my study. The house was quiet, just how I liked it at night. I opened the drawer and pulled out the small card I'd tossed there two nights ago. Jana’s name sat in bold, gold letters. I stared at it for a moment before dialing her number. I wasn’t sure why I kept it in the first place, I guess this is why.Jana was a very sneaky woman. Always had been. And her sudden presence in LA was dangerous for me. She had a way of messing things up just by existing in the same room or city with me. She was unpredictable. I dialed the number slowly. The phone rang twice before she picked up.>"Hello, Jana," I said, keeping my tone neutral. Calm, no warmth, no welcome. Just straight.>"Mr Wills," she replied with that familiar seductive tone of hers.> "Oh sorry, Logan," she chuckled. "I really didn’t think you’d call.">"Jana, what are you doing here? Why are you back?"She scoffed like she couldn’t believe I asked.> "I can be wherever I want

Logan's POVMy office was quiet, but not silent. The soft whir of the audio monitor filled the space like a ticking clock.I sat behind my desk, back straight, fingers together, watching the waveform of Amelia's voice rise and fall on the screen in front of me. Zach leaned over my shoulder, his eyes locked on the laptop."You sure this thing picks up everything?" he asked, his tone casual, but I caught the flicker of unease in his voice."Well I hope so,” I replied.Amelia’s voice filtered through the speaker; sharp, calm, controlled. She was really a queen "Yeah, 30 million, you have exactly a month to pay back." Zach let out a low whistle. "She’s cold. I love it."I didn’t say anything. But inside? Yeah. I was proud. She didn’t flinch. Not once. She stood her ground and put him exactly where he belonged, right beneath her heel.But the pride was twisted with something else. Guilt.She trusts me. I was at her house. She's let me come into her office any time, she even made me din

I clenched my jaw for half a second, then turned toward them with the best fake smile I could manage. Amelia’s smile faltered the moment our eyes met. Her gaze bounced between me and Jana, clearly trying to figure something out. “Y-you guys know each other?” she asked, a little confused. Before I could speak, Jana jumped in. “Yeah, sure,” she said smoothly. “Who wouldn’t know Logan Wills?” She was looking directly at me. I could see it in her eyes — the game she was playing. What was she up to? Jana continued, her voice light, almost playful. “I’ve heard a lot about him on blogs… seen him around the city too, here and there. But never actually met him in real life. So this was a surprise.” I blinked. What? That’s the story she’s going with? She didn’t tell Amelia we used to date? Didn’t mention how she left me when everything went to hell? Just... some guy she’s seen on the blogs? Yeah. She was definitely up to something. I nodded slowly, playing along.

Amelia’s POV The restroom was quiet and beautiful, even though one could hear a little music coming from the outside. The restroom had soft golden lights and scented candles placed neatly along the marble sinks. It also smelled like lavender and something faintly floral. For a moment, it felt really peaceful. Someone then opened the door, almost immediately. And then I turned around and stopped. "Beth?" I said, confused. She stood by the door, arms crossed, her face unreadable. Her eyes narrowed. “What are you doing at my father’s gala?” Her tone was bitter, almost accusing. "Here to cause more trouble??" she said. I blinked, keeping my voice calm. “You father invited me, Beth. That's the only reason of me being here,” I then turned to leave, not in the mood for drama. But as I stepped forward, she blocked my way and pushed me lightly. Not enough to hurt me, but enough to make me stumble a little. I steadied myself and looked at her in disbelief. She stepped clos