All Chapters of The Hidden Heiress's Revenge : Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

Selena’s POVMrs. Ashford moved forward a step, her hand trembling at her side, like she wanted to slap me and knew she couldn’t.“You think your little victory with the Harringtons gives you power over us?” Theo said then, stepping forward. “You’re still an ex-convict. You’re nothing but a placeholder until the real heir steps up.”I turned my gaze to him slowly. “And who would that be, Theo? You?” I let out a cold laugh. “You couldn’t land the deal. I did. And it was my name they stamped on that contract.”His face twisted.Luca made a move toward me, slow but dangerous. “I should’ve let the bank eat you alive,” he hissed. “Would’ve saved everyone the trouble.”“Oh, you tried,” I said, cutting him off. “I saw the fear in your face when he laid you out in public. Maybe you’re not used to getting what you deserve, Luca, but the world’s changing.”Theo lunged, but Luca caught his arm. Barely.Mrs. Ashford took a long breath, as if counting to ten. “You’re becoming unmanageable, Selena.

Selena's POVHis fingers were gentle. A contrast to the sting of antiseptic on broken skin.Every time he cleaned a wound, I flinched, but he steadied me—one hand on my thigh, the other dabbing carefully across my ribs, then my shoulder, then the welt on my back where Theo had struck hardest.I couldn’t stop looking at him.The way his lashes cast shadows. The way his jaw tightened with every mark he uncovered. And the way he whispered, like he was saying it more to himself than me:“I swear to God, Selena. I’ll make them pay.”My throat closed. Not because I doubted him.But because I believed him.“You shouldn’t have to clean me up like this,” I murmured.He met my eyes. “If I don’t… who will?”And for a second, it felt like something cracked open inside me. A warmth. A spark. The pull of something that had been buried under years of being unloved.He finished taping the last bandage and rose, then helped me to my feet like I was made of glass. His hand lingered at my lower back bef

Selena’s POVI tucked the phone away and leaned back, forcing my attention back on the team’s conversation. But my pulse thudded against my ribs. My ears tuned into every passing noise outside. My mind kept asking the same question:Where had he taken those pictures from? How close had he been?Then it happened.Bang!The car jolted violently to the side. The screech of rubber tearing, metal groaning, and the sharp crack of something snapping echoed in my skull. The driver swore. Liana screamed.We veered sharply across the road, nearly crashing into the sidewalk.My shoulder slammed into the window. I caught Jenna before she hit the seat in front of her. The car skidded, then rolled to a grinding halt, sideways in the middle of a narrow lane.Smoke rose from the hood.“Holy shit,” Ava gasped. “What the hell just happened?”The driver stumbled out. “Tire blew out! But not from wear—someone tampered with it.” He knelt beside the car. “There’s a puncture. A clean one.”My phone buzzed a

Selena’s POVThree days.That was how long I went without food.My body trembled from exhaustion, every breath heavier than the last, my stomach cramping violently with hunger. The concrete floor beneath the chair was damp.My wrists, bound tightly until now, ached with deep, bruised indents.When the heavy steel door creaked open again, I didn’t bother to lift my head. I already knew what it was—the man with the food tray, like clockwork, always placing it within reach… and walking out.But today was different.“I’ll eat,” I croaked, voice dry and cracking like brittle paper.The guard stopped mid-step. Slowly, he walked over and crouched in front of me. He didn’t speak for a long moment—just studied my face like he wasn’t sure if I was serious or just messing with him again.He reached for the ropes around my wrist and began to undo them. “You sure?”“Yes.”As the cords loosened, blood rushed back into my hands like fire.I winced sharply, groaning as the pain returned with ferocity

Selena’s POVTwo weeks flew by like a breeze laced with luxury and borrowed peace. I had been living under Dante Harrington’s roof, wrapped in a cocoon of quiet comfort I wasn’t used to.His apartment was modern, elegant, and spacious—far different from the poultry shed I used to call a room. The staff treated me with warmth—like I wasn’t a burden.Isadora had become my unexpected confidante. Once a stranger with guarded eyes, now we spoke like sisters. We shared drinks, traded secrets, and spent hours watching old noir films on the projector screen in the library. There were days I almost forgot I was an ex-convict who had been sold, beaten, and hunted.Luca, Theo, and Mrs. Ashford hadn’t dared to reach out. Not after what they’d done. Not after threatening to ship me off to Montreal like some merchandise. I still dreamed about that warehouse. About the cold floor. About Olivia’s voice mocking me while I starved.Today, of all days, was supposed to be my wedding day to that ghost fia