All Chapters of She Returned with Genius Babies, He Regretted: Chapter 171 - Chapter 180

Elena’s POVAlexander has booked us a separate room.I know that it would be beautiful based on everything else outside the room, even the elevator. But I didn’t have the time to explore any of it because as soon as he opens the room with the keycard, it’s on.He’s already cashing in on the little taste I gave him when we were in the lobby.He drops the bags at the door, closing it behind him. He scoops me up in his arms and returns my kisses.But to my surprise, it’s so different from what I’m used to.There’s no softness in his kiss. Just eagerness. He’s pressing me against the wall, pinning me with his firm body, making me feel the hardness that’s already there. He parts my legs and makes me wrap them around his waist, so that my core is directly aligned with the bulge that he’s now rubbing against me in a frustrating imitation of what we both want.And strangely, I don’t mind.I kiss him back, rubbing against him. Letting myself get lost in him. His touch, his scent, his warmth. E

Tristan’s POV“You’re going to marry him?” I ask, my voice sounding distant. Like it’s no longer my own.“Only after the divorce is finalized,” Elena says quietly. “I think he already told you that we’re going to make it as amicable as possible. I actually have a plan for it, if you don’t mind me talking about it. I know that you got upset when Alexander told you—”Pride, strong and stubborn, rises in my chest. “Oh, no. I wasn’t really upset about that. I was just a little offended by his mother.”Where are all the lies coming from?I don’t know.But I need them to keep coming.I continue. “I admit, I was an asshole to you and the kids. I guess she just made me feel like I shouldn’t be here and I took that to heart. I’m really sorry.”“It’s okay,” she says, smiling and patting my shoulder. “But you do need to know that she’s just like that. As I was saying, we’re going to make it really amicable. You will never find yourself away from the kids when unnecessary.”When unnecessary.And

Third Person POV“Everything is all set,” Benjamin declares, smiling. “It’s all good to go. The only thing we need to do now is wait.”Russell says nothing. He just stares at his own portrait that hangs on the mantel of his office. “I don’t think I can rest until I know that it really worked.”“Well, this one might be Mira’s success.” Benjamin sits on the chair in front of his desk. “No hitches so far. Everything that could’ve gone wrong actually went right. I mean, come on. You have to give her some credit here—she really did well.”But he refuses to give her credit.Not until he sees this through. Not until he sees what’s actually going on.“Is the camera in place?” Russell finally asks. “Did they set all of it? Because I need to know.”“They are in place,” Benjamin confirms. “The cameras in the woman’s place is also set now. And it’s in night vision, so everything will be seen.”“Good, good.” He still doesn’t look up. “And Mira? Where is she?”Silence settles over the place.Benjam

Third Person POVSurrounded by luxury, with a shaggy carpet and a crystal chandelier framing her delicate frame, Mira realizes that this is the lowest she’s ever been.No, it’s the time when she realized she was pregnant, left by the man who was responsible for it as soon as the news hit. It’s not when Tristan discovers all her dirty secrets and basically left her to fend for herself and her son. Not even when she saw that Elena was able to take everything from her. No.This is it.With her clothes torn, with Benjamin’s scent still hanging in the air. His sweat still clinging to her skin. She claws at herself, disgusted, once again wondering why she made the choices that she did.“I could’ve had it all,” she murmurs to herself. “I could’ve married Tristan as a part of the deal in the first place. He was in love with me already—it would’ve been easy from there.”It was the easiest explanation.Tristan would’ve treated her like a goddess. Hell, he didn’t like Elena and she still lived w

Elena’s POV“How’s Uncle Tristan?”I never thought such an innocent question would make me feel so bad.That’s the first thing that greeted me when Alexander and I arrived back at the penthouse. Sad faces, silence. Even Uncle Marcus looks like he’s in permanent shock. Sophie and Liam immediately rush over to me, their plates of food untouched, their eyebrows scrunched up.“Mommy,” Sophie says, tugging at the hem of my shirt. “What happened to him? Where did he go? Where did they take him?”I wish that I can say it. I wish I can explain. But how do I begin to touch the topic of Tristan being accused of something horrible and disgusting? I don’t have the heart for it. I just don’t.“He’s… he’s in a bit of a trouble,” I say, immediately feeling like shit the moment the words leave my mouth. “It might be a while before we see him again, but it won’t be long. Something is being done about it.”“There were cops there, right?” Liam asks. “At least police from the resort. Did they take him aw