Lahat ng Kabanata ng Revenge of the Billionaire's Dead Fiance : Kabanata 1 - Kabanata 10

Katherina"Wait, say that again," I said, gripping the phone tighter against my ear, my voice rising with anticipation before I could even help it."You heard me, Kath. That baby of yours could come any minute now. You’re officially in the final stretch. Get ready."I let out a shaky laugh and ran my hand over my round belly, as if the little one inside could hear him. "Oh my God, Ryan, are you serious?""As serious as your midnight cravings," he said with a laugh. "You’ve been nesting, your last checkup was solid, and those Braxton Hicks contractions are getting more intense. I'd say keep a hospital bag in the car and make sure you keep those feet up."I couldn’t stop grinning. My heart was racing. "I can’t believe it.""I can. You’ve come a long way, Kath. It’s about time. You and Lysander have been what, three years in? And now a baby on the way? Maybe now he’ll actually do the right thing and make you his wife."I rolled my eyes and smiled so hard my cheeks ached, my heart full as

Katherina "BP’s crashing! We’re losing her!”I heard it, even though everything else was dark. I couldn’t open my eyes. I couldn’t speak. I couldn’t feel my body. But I heard that voice, urgent, afraid, almost desperate. I wanted to tell them I was still here, still fighting, but I couldn’t move a muscle. It felt like I was trapped inside a glass box, screaming silently as the world moved on without me.Time passed, though I had no sense of how much. I drifted somewhere between life and death, held down by pain, by weight, by something I couldn’t name. Every now and then, I heard voices again, faint, muffled, like I was underwater. Machines beeped. People whispered. Sometimes I felt a warm hand on mine, sometimes I felt nothing at all.Then suddenly, I gasped.Or maybe I imagined that I gasped, because the pain was the first real thing I felt. It surged through my chest like fire. My throat burned raw. My limbs ached. My head pounded like someone had smashed a brick against my skull.

Scarlett’s Point of View "Hello, Mr. Hastings? Yes, it’s Scarlet Wilde... I'm calling about the loan I applied for. The one for five hundred thousand dollars."I pressed the phone tighter against my ear, cradling it between my shoulder and cheek as I opened my creaky old wardrobe. Just a few worn shirts and faded jeans stared back at me. Ryan had bought them when I was still in the hospital, years ago. Comfortable, yes. Office-appropriate? Not even close."Yes, I understand the interest rate. No, I’m not backing out," I said quickly, watching my reflection in the wardrobe mirror. I looked more like someone going through a breakup than someone about to storm back into the corporate world with vengeance in her chest.I needed this money. If I was going to stand a chance against Lysander Thorne and Seraphina, I needed to look the part. I needed to live like an executive personal assistant, not a woman who had been tucked away for five years."I’ll be in your office soon," I concluded, t

Lysander's Point of View I sat behind my desk, flipping through the stack of contracts that had piled up overnight. Numbers, figures, proposals—everything demanded my attention, but I barely registered them. My focus was mechanical, the way it always was when I tried to bury myself in work.The door clicked open. I didn’t bother to look up.“Did you forget something?” I asked, still scanning the figures in front of me, assuming it was Seraphina who had just stepped out of my office a while ago.But then I caught a subtle fragrance in the air—floral, crisp, and light. Not Seraphina’s musky, intoxicating scent. This was different. Softer.“Hello, Mr. Thorne.”My head snapped up.She stood there. Scarlet Wilde. My new PA.For a moment, my breath caught. Her green eyes locked with mine, and something inside me faltered. Those eyes—bright, steady—pulled me back into a memory I had long buried. Katherina. The resemblance was uncanny, enough to make my chest tighten as if someone had reache

lysander’s Point of View The road stretched out in front of me, but my head wasn’t really there. Seraphina’s voice was like a mosquito buzzing at my ear, sharp and relentless.“Lysander, I’m telling you, Scarlet cannot be your PA,” she said for maybe the tenth time. “She’s… she’s not the type. You need someone humble, someone who can take instructions from you and obey you. Not her.”I gripped the steering wheel tighter, but I wasn’t listening to half of what she said. My mind was drifting—sliding back into the past where it didn’t belong. Scarlet. Every time I looked at her, something twisted inside me. Not because of who she was, but because she reminded me so damn much of Katherina. The way she carried herself. The stubborn tilt of her chin. Even the way she looked at me sometimes, like she could see straight through me.It hurt. And I hated that it did.“Lysander!” Seraphina’s voice suddenly shot through the haze, panicked.I jerked my head up just in time to see a woman in the m