All Chapters of The Billionaire's Regret: The Ex wife's Revenge.: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

I woke to the sound of the curtains being yanked open. “Up,” Grandma shouted.I groaned, putting my face deeper into the pillow. My body ached from yesterday, from the villa, from the emotional weight of standing against Richard Black’s guards. All I wanted was one more hour of sleep.“Grandma…”My voice, low “It’s too early.”“It’s not early. It’s dawn,” she said. “And dawn is when discipline begins.”I peeked one eye open at her. She stood at the edge of my bed, her hair tied back.There was no laziness in the way she stood , no room for negotiation.“I don’t need discipline,” I muttered. “I need coffee.”She raised her eyebrows in a way that reminded me that she could intimidate me without lifting a finger.“You think vengeance begins with coffee?” she asked. “Get dressed. The garden. Ten minutes. I'm waiting."Then she left the room without another word, leaving me groaning into the pillow again.I could have ignored her. I could have gone back to bed, pretended I didn’t hear

Grandma never explained things the easy way. She had a habit of throwing words like puzzle pieces, letting them fall where they would, forcing me to assemble their meaning. This morning was no different.“Power isn’t just fists and contracts, Alessia,” she said, cutting through the silence of the dining room. “It’s also how you carry yourself.”I blinked at her, still chewing on a piece of bread, almost convinced I’d misheard. “How I carry myself?”She sipped her tea , her back as straight as the wooden chair would allow. “Posture. Voice. Presence. The things no one teaches you because they want you to remain small.”I almost laughed, almost. “With all due respect, Grandma, are you telling me to… sit up straighter?”“Yes.” She responded “And more.”Across the table, Ruby added. "Mama always slouches."I looked at her quickly, which only made her smile wider. “Do not betray me like this,” I whispered, tapping her nose.Grandma ignored usShe set her cup down deliberately, every thin

The bouquet sat on the dining table like a quiet invader. White lilies. My hands paused above them, shaking so badly I was afraid I'd destroy a petal if I kept touching it.Ruby was the one who broke the silence. She asked, “Mama, who’s A.M.?”The note was still held between my fingers. Two simple initials in neat black ink. A.M. My mouth went dry. I couldn’t answer Ruby. Couldn’t even look her in the eyes.“I… I don’t know,” I lied, because deep inside me there was a hint of something. Recognition. Old, buried recognition."But they sent flowers. They must know you. Maybe it’s a secret friend!” She smiled.But, my grandmother's expression wasn't happy.She sat at the end of the table. “You know those initials, Alessia ” she said I swallowed hard. “I.Grandma, I don’t. Not really. It’s… it’s just letters. Could be anyone.”There was nothing but silence for a moment.Finally, I said something., “If you know something, then just say it. Because I feel like I’m going insane.”G

I couldn’t sleep that night.The voices I overheard in the study replayed over and over in my head. Her mother’s death wasn’t an accident… the file’s missing… make sure she never finds it.By dawn, my pillow was wet with sweat. Ruby’s soft breathing beside me was the only thing that made me maintain my sanity. I reached out, brushing her hair back, but my hands were trembling.For years I had convinced myself that my mother’s death was a tragedy I had no right to question. People die during child birth. Accidents happen. That was what they told me, what I forced myself to accept. But last night something changed my mind, maybe her death wasn't normal.When the sun rose, I made my decision.It was time to confront my grandparents.*************I found them in the breakfast room, already seated. Grandfather with his newspaper folded neatly, glasses on his nose, and Grandmother with her teacup in hand, her posture impeccable as always. They looked so normal, so ordinary, but

The roses were still on my table the next morning.I couldn’t stop staring at the card. **You saw me.**The words rang in my head.The words had confirmed what my heart already knew, that the man was not just anyone.It was Michael.Michael was here.I hadn’t said his name to anyone since the night I’d dreamt of him. But now, I feel it. I needed to ask.And there was only one person I could ask.********I found Grandma in the garden. She was tending to her roses. Ruby sat nearby.“Grandma,” I said.She looked up at me. “Yes, child?”I paused.For so long, I’d dismissed questions, trained myself not to go too deep into truths people wanted hidden. With Rowan, curiosity had always been a problem. But here, with my grandmother, I didn’t want silence anymore.“What really happened with Michael?” I asked. “Why was he sent away?”For a moment, she said nothing, just stared at her hand. Finally, she sighed. “I wondered when you’d ask,” she murmured.“Then tell me. Please.”We mo