All Chapters of The Poor Billionaire Heiress Returns!: Chapter 121 - Chapter 130

•ASHLEY•For the past two weeks before Donald’s final sentencing, I searched through all social media platforms to find Donald’s victims. When I found them, I explained that I didn't mean to open old wounds, but I wanted them to get closure and know that they didn't need to hide their pain away anymore. I knew that wherever they were, their lives were ruined and they couldn't be happy without feeling as if Donald would return and ruin everything again. He probably threatened and tortured them daily as he did with me.The first woman who replied was named Marissa. Her message came in at 2:14 a.m.“I watched the sentencing,” she wrote. “I thought I was crazy for years. He did the same thing to me.”After Marissa, there was Talia. She almost hung up when I called her. She said she didn't trust me, and thought I was working with Donald to trick her. “I don’t want my name in anything,” she told me almost immediately when we started talking.“It won’t be,” I told her. “I just want you t

•GISELLE•“Elle,” he whispered. "You don't have to forgive me now, but please don't send me away. I want to be here today. I want to be here with you." My heart raced. I hated that he could still do this to me. I hated that my body remembered him even when my mind screamed warnings.“I don’t want to hurt anymore, Noah,” I admitted softly.“You won’t,” he answered. "I never want to see you hurt because of me." I searched his face for deception, for manipulation, for even a flicker of the old Noah who thought he could bend the world to his will. But I wasn't even sure if I'd be able to recognize him. He stood up and leaned closer. We stood close enough that I could feel his warmth through the thin fabric of my shirt. My breath grew uneven, and I was painfully aware of every inch of space between us."I am so sorry for everything I did wrong to you," he muttered. "I never meant to hurt you." My chest tightened.For years, I had imagined this moment differently. I imagined screaming

•GISELLE•"Giselle, please, I—" I didn't answer as I walked straight to my bedroom. I prayed for heaven not to allow me to carry his child again. "We need to talk about this!" He growled, stopping me in the hallway. I closed my eyes and exhaled. I was carried away for God's sake and wouldn't have done anything with him if I were in my right mind. "There's nothing to talk about, Noah," I answered. "Go home and I'll arrange for the twins to sleep over in your place as we've agreed. There's no need for us to talk about what happened.""We must talk about what happened," he insisted. "We can't avoid the way we still feel for each other. You wanted me as much as I wanted you." "I am grieving, Noah." I looked at him, taking deep breaths. "We shouldn't have done that. We must forget everything that happened and coparent as we used to." "Do you think I'd accept those terms when I feel the way I feel about you?" he asked as he leaned closer, and I took a step back until my back was agains

•GISELLE•The next morning, Noah left before the kids and Ashley woke up. We both didn't want them to question our relationship when we were still working things out. I stood under the shower head and exhaled, trying to free my mind from all the things Noah did to me in the balcony and in my bedroom. He made me feel things I hadn't felt in a long time and I found myself craving for more and wishing he were still here. But I quickly stopped thinking much about him when I remembered Connor, and the engagement ring that was still on my finger. I finished showering and dressed up. I wanted to make breakfast since the kids had also left for kindergarten. But when I got to the kitchen, I heard a sudden knock at the door and for a moment, I thought it was Noah, but when I opened the door and saw Haley, I squealed. "Giselle!" She squealed. "Oh, Haley!" I wrapped my arms around her neck and exhaled. She came at the perfect moment when I needed her the most. She had been away the most t

•NOAH•"Octavia North has been moved to a more secure and heavily guarded section of the prison, sir." "Good," I answered the phone as I sat down on the couch. "Make sure to check her cell every night. I don't want to find out she has access to a phone." "Of course," the general answered. "We will place the most experienced guards outside her cell and they will search her cell thoroughly every morning and night." "Thank you." "No," he answered, chuckling nervously. "Thank you for not pulling out of the deal you have with the prison. We are grateful for your kindness, Mr. Blackwood."I hung up the call as my grandfather approached. He sat down across from me. "Have you seen Giselle?" He asked suddenly which caught me off guard. The sound of her name alone was enough to make something shift inside me. It brought back the memories of our night together. I had been trying since morning to think of something other than her, but my grandfather was making it hard. "I have," I answere