All Chapters of The Heiress And The Billionaire's Revenge : Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

“Hear me out, at least!” Jake’s voice was desperate, his hand reaching out to grab mine as I was about to get into the car. His touch felt cold, wrong and like something I never wanted to feel again. “Why are you treating me like this? You once loved me, Amelia!” he said, his voice cracking, his eyes wide like he still couldn’t believe I had moved on. I stopped and looked at him, the words stinging, not because they were true, but because of how empty they felt to me now. “Exactly, Jake. I once did.” My voice was sharp, but calm. “The only reason I haven’t thrown you out of here is because I’m hoping that you’ve found a way to pay me back my money, and you're here to do just that.” He flinched, but his jaw tightened. “Amelia, look, I’ll do anything for you for real. You see that deal… you know the one you wanted to give me, it would change my life. Please, just…..give me one more chance. I’ll never cheat on you again.” I blinked at him, almost laughing. Was he being serious? Did

Amelia’s POV By Monday morning, I was back in my office, trying to focus. The weekend had gone by in a blur, and though I’d tried to distract myself with work, and that man kept crossing my mind. I couldn't just ignore the fact that he isn't really happy inside. “Focus, Amelia,” I muttered under my breath, scrolling through the files then to my laptop on my desk. I already had two back-to-back meetings with department heads this morning, and finally, finally I had ten minutes to breathe. I leaned back in my chair, closing my eyes for just a second. Knock. Knock. The sound made me jump slightly. “Yes?” I called. The door opened, and Cathy, my assistant, poked her head in. “Ma’am, someone’s here to see you.” I groaned. “Cathy, if it’s Jake, tell him I’m busy. No, tell him I’m unavailable for the entire week. Anyone else, you can let them in.” Cathy gave me a small, amused smile. “It’s not Mr. Matthews. I’ll let them in.” A few seconds later, the door opened wider, an

Logan’s POVI sat at my desk, fingers drumming against the table, my mind racing.Too much was happening already. Jana showing up out of nowhere, Jake trying to get back to Amelia, and Amelia…I exhaled sharply.Amelia.I had to stop thinking about her like that.“Focus, Wills,” I muttered to myself, leaning back in the chair.I picked up my phone and dialed Zach. He answered on the second ring, his tone casual.“Yes, Logan,” he said.“I need you to keep an eye on Jana,” I told him, no hesitation in my voice. “She’s up to something. I want to know every move she makes, where she goes, who she meets, and what she talks about with them.”“On it,” Zach replied. “ I'll have someone watching her,” Zach replied.“Alright,” I said without hesitation. “I don’t care if she goes to a coffee shop, I want to know who she talks to and what’s said. She's getting on my nerves.”“Got it. Anything else?”“Yeah,” I said after a moment’s pause. “If she tries to go to Amelia's Company again, I want to kn

Amelia’s POV I stood by my bedroom window, watching the leaves in the garden move gently. My cup of tea had almost gone cold in my hand, but I didn’t care because my mind wasn’t even here. It had drifted somewhere else;back to a time that almost felt like a dream now. A time when Beth was still my best friend. *Flashback* We were sitting in my bedroom, soft music playing as Beth held up two dresses. "This one says you're cute," she said, holding up the blue one, "but this one?" she raised the dark red one, "It says 'I'm the one.'" I laughed, shaking my head. "Beth, I can't believe I'm this nervous. It's just dinner with Jake." "No," she said, narrowing her eyes at me. "It's not just dinner. It’s the dinner where he might say those words to you, ‘Will you marry me? Ms Cornell's," she mimicked. “Stop!” I said laughing, "You think so?" Beth sat beside me, wrapping an arm around my shoulder. "Jake loves you, Amelia. He's the guy of your dreams, remember? You're too beautiful to

Amelia’s POV It’s been a week since Logan told me about the Paris business retreat. The days passed like a blur; full of meetings, company reports, family dinners, and last-minute trip arrangements. Logan and I texted and called a few times during the week, but it was just about the trip preparations and all. Nothing... personal. Even though I told myself I was okay with that, deep down, I missed talking to him. I missed how we talked when there was no reminder of our ‘plan’. In the middle of the week, I got a text from Jana. “Hey Amelia, I saw the list. Just wondering if I could still get to be part of the list and come to Paris? It would really help my business. No pressure though.” I stared at it for a full minute. I was confused at first. But turns out Logan had put me in charge of approving and disapproving names for the retreat. That man. He told me nothing about it. I paused. Did I want Jana around me in Paris? I sighed and typed back: “Sure. If it helps your busin