All Chapters of The Poor Billionaire Heiress Returns!: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

•GISELLE•“It’s all over the news. She beat Noah’s wife and put her in the hospital. She’s evil and should get punished for what she did to Octavia. I can’t believe women nowadays are stooping so low for men.” People whispered when Chloe and I sat down in our chairs in a restaurant.I could hear their whispers behind us, and their stares cut through my skin. I couldn’t even eat without gasping and shaking my head at everything they were saying about me.Chloe reached out and grabbed my hand across the table, trying to reassure me not to mind them, but damn, it was easier said than done.“It’s okay. Noah called earlier and told me he would make me pay for what happened to Octavia. If I had known he would do this,” I scoffed, grabbing my glass of wine. “I would’ve left the second he finished donating his stem cells for the twins.”“Stop it, Elle. Noah has no right to ruin your name. If he wants to fight, then we should give him a fight. They’ll think twice before crossing you next time.

•GISELLE• I didn’t know how long I stayed on the couch after they left. Minutes. Hours. Time dissolved into a heavy silence that seemed to bury me deeper into the cushions. My tears had slowed, but the ache in my chest only grew sharper. I pressed my palms into my eyes, forcing back the trembling that threatened to undo me completely. But as much as I wanted to bury the confrontation, my mind wouldn’t let me. It pulled me backward into the memories I had tried so hard to treasure — memories now twisted with bitterness. The hospital. I could see it as clearly as if I were standing there again: the sterile white walls, the faint smell of antiseptic, the cold bite of the chair I sat in for hours by Allison’s bedside. She had been so weak then, her skin pale, her voice faint. I remembered holding her hand through the rounds of chemotherapy, whispering and telling her she was strong, that she’d survive this. “You’ll be okay, Allison,” I had said one night, brushing damp strands of hai

•GISELLE•“Nick?” My breath caught in my throat, and I gulped, leaning back and pressing my back against the back of the couch.He leaned in, eyes glued to me. The door slammed closed behind him, and I gasped, looking upstairs to see if it wouldn’t startle the kids.“How dare you hurt my sister?” He commanded, his voice stiff and frightening as I still remembered it. “Did you think I’d let you get away with it?”I had bodyguards to defend me, but at the back of my mind, I thought of the day he cornered me, threatening to get his parents to get me into another foster home because I had refused to let his sister wear my clothes, and that moment froze me in my steps.For the first time in a long time, that moment seemed to seize my heart, and I felt my stomach twisting, replaying the memory repeatedly in my mind.“Your parents were here before you arrived, threatening me for something I didn’t do. I know Octavia is your sister, but I will not let you and your family come into my house to

•OCTAVIA• “What the hell, Bruno? You can’t call me at this time of the day and expect me to answer your calls!” I whispered, answering the call in the bathroom."Noah could be home any minute." “You seem to forget that you want a baby from me, Octavia, and to get what you want, you must do what I want you to do,” he answered, causing my blood to run cold. “This was the deal when I agreed to get you pregnant. So, if you don’t want your husband to know about our little secret, come to the address I’ll send you. Wear nothing underneath your dress.” He hung up the call before I could protest, and I groaned, wishing to yank the phone against the wall. I knew when I made a deal with Bruno that I would regret it, but I never thought he would make things so hard for me. If Noah found out I was sleeping with him behind his back, I’d lose everything, but I thought of the baby I’d have through Bruno, and didn’t want to risk it. Noah and I needed a child for things to get better between us. He

•NOAH•“You can’t keep me from taking my kids home, Noah!” she roared when we arrived at her villa. “You won’t get away with this!”I looked at the time on my wrist and slipped my hands into my pockets, watching as my men took their clothes and the twins to their rooms.Connor was busy pacing outside the front porch, making calls, but I had the paper that Giselle signed when she wanted me to save her business and reputation, so there was nothing he could do to me.Giselle was my legally recognized wife, and the twins were my biological children. Rightfully and legally. She wasn’t allowed to go anywhere with them without my permission or knowledge, and I intended to ensure she couldn’t take them from me.“Do you think I’d let you run away with my kids and let you raise them with another man? You signed a prenuptial agreement with me, Giselle, and that means you’re my wife and those kids are mine. If you want to return home with Connor, you can do so without my kids. Those two will stay