Semua Bab The Hidden Heiress's Revenge : Bab 41 - Bab 50

Selena’s POVI shook my head. “No. You don’t have to.”If revenge ever came, I wanted it to be by my own hands. Not gifted to me like a favor. Not something I’d owe a man for. If I wanted satisfaction, it would be the kind I carved out myself. That way, I could look them all in the eye—Luca, Mrs. Ashford, Theo—and know I rose to the top without needing a single one of them.That day would come. And when it did, they’d be beneath me, begging to kiss the sole of my foot.And I wouldn’t even stop to laugh.I glanced down at my phone as a message buzzed in.My eyes widened.$300,000.“What?” I whispered, staring at the digits.My head shot up. Dante was seated beside me, calm as ever, face unreadable.“Three hundred thousand?” I echoed aloud, stunned.He gave a single, quiet nod.I swallowed hard. “Is that really what the watch was worth?”He didn’t answer. Just looked at me—softly, steadily. Not with pity. But with… affection. Something warm flickered in his gaze. I could handle being ha

Selena’s POVWhen I woke up, I was back in my room. My head throbbed dully, and though the tight pain in my chest had lessened, I still coughed—sharp and dry.How did I get here?I sat up slowly, eyes adjusting to the dim light. Everything felt strangely quiet. I scanned the room and instinctively looked for my phone—bedside table, under the pillow, even the floor—but it wasn’t there.Where the hell was it?Had whoever brought me back taken it?Why?I pushed the thoughts aside and washed my face, the cold water grounding me for a moment. The cough lingered in my chest like smoke after a fire. I dried my face and headed out.The house was unusually silent. I crossed into the other wing and caught sight of Luca stepping out of his room—of course, with Lily clinging to his side like an accessory.“Hey!” Lily waved cheerfully, as if nothing had happened.I managed a stiff nod and looked past her. “Luca. Do you know where my phone is?”“In my room. On the table,” he said casually.Without

Selena’s POVMrs. Ashford stared at me like she was still dreaming. “How in the world did you do it?”I shrugged, letting a smirk curl my lips. “Talent.”Olivia snatched the contract from her mother, flipping through it like she was searching for a mistake. Her jaw clenched tighter with each page. Watching the two of them squirm was better than coffee.I walked over and sank proudly onto the couch, crossing my legs. They stood there—speechless, defeated—and I loved every second of it.Then the door opened.Luca walked in, dressed like he just came from a high-stakes boardroom—tailored suit, cold expression, tie sharp enough to cut glass.“Luca,” Mrs. Ashford said quickly, still stunned. “Can you believe it? Selena got us the Harrington contract.”He paused mid-step, staring at her, then turned to me. His eyes narrowed, like the words didn’t make sense. “How?”He wasn’t asking anyone in particular. And I didn’t bother answering.Maybe he thought exposing me to the Harringtons—outing my

Selena’s POVI walked out of the Ashford company building with my head held high and my heels clicking like applause beneath me.For the first time in a long while, I wasn’t leaving in shame. No security throwing me out. No Olivia mocking me. Just the burn of envious stares at my back—and it felt good. I walked like I owned the building. Because in that moment? I did.Outside, the sky had darkened slightly. I waved for a cab and gave the driver the address Petrov had handed me, the one that belonged to the family of the woman he’d been engaged to—my so-called mystery fiancé’s sister.The ride was quiet, but inside my chest was chaos. What if I met him? What if I didn’t? Was I truly ready to meet the man everyone else had run from?We drove past the industrial heart of Eastbridge, until the city gave way to the countryside, where the roads curled like ribbons of black velvet. Then, we approached a sprawling estate.The cab came to a stop, and I stepped out, my black dress fluttering ar

Selena’s POVLuca’s hand gripped my wrist so tightly it hurt. I could feel the panic bubbling in my chest as I tried to yank myself free.“Who is this man, Selena?” Luca hissed, dragging me toward the curb. “You’re already engaged, remember? How dare you…”His words cut off with a sickening crack.One moment, his grip was bruising my skin, the next—his body jerked violently and went limp. Dante’s fist still hovered in the air from the punch, his jaw clenched tight, his eyes deadly.Luca didn’t even groan. Just went still.Gasps filled the air.A security guard stepped forward and then immediately froze when Dante turned, eyes dark and unblinking.I could barely process what had happened.Dante didn’t even look at the crowd. His hand slid around my waist, pulling me close as if I was his to protect. His voice was low and dangerous. “Touch her again, and I’ll bury you.”Luca didn’t move.The next thing I knew, Dante was ushering me toward his sleek black car, shielding me from the crowd