The Poor Billionaire Heiress Returns! のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 91 - チャプター 100

•ASHLEY•[TWO YEARS AGO]I remember the first day I walked into Donald's boutique like it was yesterday. The place looked expensive the moment you walked through the door. The sales assistants were poised and had incredible customer service. The requirements for a sales assistant were not that high. They only wanted someone who had a friendly smile and a diploma. Donald himself was there when I came for the interview. He was tall, maybe in his thirties, with dark hair and sharp eyes that looked right through you. He wore a perfect suit, the kind that screamed money. Most bosses just sent a manager, but he sat behind a glass desk and asked me questions himself.“Ashley, right?” he said, smiling as he looked at my application. “Tell me why you want to work here.”I told him I loved fashion, even though I mostly shopped at thrift stores. I said I was a quick learner and good with people. He nodded with a smile and asked about my family, where I lived, and if I had a boyfriend. It

•NOAH•I looked at Octavia’s friend walk away and couldn't shake off the feeling that he might have been more than that, but I didn’t dwell on it."You're right, we are here to talk about us," I said, smiling. "Giselle finally reached out after our call and told me she's fine. I'm sorry about asking about her earlier. I didn't mean to worry you." She almost choked on her drink as she lifted her eyes and looked at me. "She reached you?" she asked, and it sounded as if she didn't expect her to reach out to me. "Yes, she did. She's fine," I answered. "I was worried sick about her because of the kids.""That's weird," she cleared her throat. "I tried calling, but she answered none of my calls. Do you think she’s still mad at me?" "Not that I know of," I answered, staring at her. She was acting and was so good at it. It was almost impossible to see through her lies. For many years, I had believed that Octavia was the only woman I wanted. That she was true to me and loved me without con

•GISELLE•I groaned as I opened my eyes, slowly registering my surroundings. For a moment, I thought I was dead until I saw an IV inserted into my arm. It felt like I was in a long sleep before I woke up. Then my mind slowly recalled everything that had happened. I gasped when I looked around the place and realized it wasn't a hospital. I was in someone's house and I wasn't sure if I was safe. My chest tightened as I struggled to sit upright. The wound in my stomach still hurt like shit, and every breath I took felt labored. Just when I was about to get out of bed, the door creaked open and someone walked inside. Surprisingly, it was a man wearing scrubs. "Miss Sullivan, you're awake," the man, I assumed to be a doctor, muttered. "I am Doctor Beaumont." "How do you know my name?" My throat tightened. "Am I kidnapped?" "No," he chuckled. "You're not kidnapped, and who doesn't know the Sullivan heiress? I am a fan by the way." "Oh."He leaned forward and checked my vitals, caref

•OCTAVIA•When Bruno hung up the call, I paced around the room, trying to think of what I would do now. How was I going to get rid of Bruno forever? He'd always be a problem in my marriage, and I didn't want him to ruin things between Noah and me. It took a great deal of time for Noah and me to get where we were. Even Giselle was threatening our progress, and I didn't want Bruno to make things even worse. If Noah found out about Bruno or suspected something was happening behind his back, he would find out about the baby. So, I picked up my cell phone again and called the security guard at the cemetery. He had to have seen something when Giselle disappeared. Luckily, he didn't take a long time to answer the call, and when he did, my nostrils were flaring. Anger boiled in my chest when I imagined how they had ruined everything by letting Giselle escape. "Miss—" "Did you conspire with Giselle behind my back so she'd escape the grave she was in?" I sneered. "How much did she offer

•GISELLE•My heels made a steady sound on the marble floor as I stepped out of the hallway and walked toward the wide entrance of the dining room. I took every step with determination even though my body was still aching. Finally, Octavia for trying to kill me. As soon as I crossed the doorway, every person at the table turned to look at me at the same time. Some faces showed shock, others showed fear, and a few showed disbelief that quickly turned into guilt.Broken glass lay scattered near Noah’s mother, who stood frozen with one hand pressed against her chest. Her lips trembled, and her eyes were wide as she stared at me like she could not believe what she was seeing.Nick and his parents stumbled backward when they saw me. My throat tightened when I remembered their faces when they accused me of Nana's death. They threw stones at me and left me there to die. Octavia sat beside Noah, her back straight and her body stiff. Tears had ruined her makeup, and her expression was no