The Poor Billionaire Heiress Returns! のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 101 - チャプター 110

•GISELLE•“Did anyone say my name?”When I tilted my head and saw Bruno standing near the doorway, his hands casually tucked into the pockets of his tailored trousers.The timing was perfect. For months, Octavia had tried to tear my life apart, whispering lies, staging scenes, painting herself as a victim. And now the truth had walked in on its own two feet.Octavia’s face drained of color.“What are you doing here?” she muttered, her voice trembling. “I’ve known you for years and you never—”“Never what?” Bruno interrupted with a light chuckle as he moved to stand beside Noah. “Mentioned that I am the Blackwood cousin? Come on, Octavia. Why are you so naive? Do you really want to tell me you didn’t find it strange when I suddenly came back into town?”A murmur spread around the dining room.“What?” Octavia whispered.Bruno leaned closer to her, lowering his voice just enough to make everyone strain to hear. “Noah came to the hospital that day because I told him I’d be seeing you. H

•NOAH•I swallowed, staggering against the chair. My breath hitched, and I felt as if the room and the earth beneath me were shaking. I closed my eyes and hoped everything would go back to the way it was before I met Octavia. And when my father was still alive. I loved my mother and thought of her as the most perfect human on earth. I never saw her being cold to my father or heard her shouting at him. They were happy. They had two kids and were building a legacy. Everything was going well for them. So, what went wrong? Why did she kill him?"I knew there was something evil about Janette," my grandfather muttered as he headed to the door. "She should be locked away even when she dies." "Calm down, James," my grandmother followed him. "They have taken her away and we will ensure that she never returns. But I can't lose my husband in the process." "She killed my son!" His voice echoed from the hallway. "I mourned for him my entire life and thought he died from natural causes, when

•GISELLE•Noah held my hand as we walked down the hall in the police station to the interrogation room. At the back of my mind, I wondered about the kids and Connor. I still hadn't reached out to them because I knew Connor would be upset and come to take me home. I didn't want to leave until I was certain Noah would be alright. “Are you ready?” I asked quietly.He nodded once. “If I don’t do this now, I never will.” His hand tightened around mine. "Thank you, Giselle, for being here. I wouldn't have come if it weren't for you." An officer led us to the room and opened the door to the interrogation room. Noah stopped in his tracks.Donald was already inside.He sat across from Janette at the metal table, his jaw clenched so tightly I thought his teeth might crack. His eyes flicked up when we entered, and something unreadable flashed across his face.Janette looked miserable. Her wrists were cuffed in front of her. Her hair, once always neatly styled, fell loosely around her shoulde

•ASHLEY•I always believed that if I ever saw Donald again, I would freeze, and that is exactly what happened.I had just stepped out of the grocery store with a small paper bag pressed against my chest, mentally listing the things I still needed to do that evening, when I saw him leaning against a black car across the street. I wanted to prepare Connor and the twins something to eat for dinner while we were still waiting for Giselle to come home. For a brief and foolish second, I convinced myself that it was not him, that trauma was playing tricks on my mind again the way it sometimes did when a stranger’s voice sounded similar to his or when I caught the scent of his cologne in a crowded place. But then he lifted his head, and the light struck his face fully, and I knew. The world around me continued moving, but I couldn't. My body turned to stone while my heart slammed violently against my ribs, and every sound around me seemed distant and warped as if I had been plunged underw

•GISELLE•The next day in the afternoon, Noah’s driver pulled to the curb. He opened my door before I could reach for the handle. “Ma’am,” he murmured. “Please take care.”I nodded, clutching the small overnight bag that held the few things I had taken from the Blackwood estate. My stitches pulled as I stepped out, but the pain was dull now, more reminder than agony. I thanked the driver and watched the black SUV disappear around the corner. Then I walked up the path alone.The front door flew open before my foot touched the welcome mat.“Mommy!”Aurora launched herself at me like a small missile. Adrian was right behind her, arms wide, pajama shirt riding up to show his round tummy. I dropped to my knees on the porch and caught them both, burying my face in their hair. They smelled like baby shampoo, and peanut butter.I held them so tightly I felt their little hearts beating against mine. I had missed them so much, and didn't ever want to go a day without them. “You’re back!” Au