All Chapters of She Returned with Genius Babies, He Regretted: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Elena’s POVMy heart shoots up to my throat. I have to consciously push myself behind the lamppost to hide, because my mind feels like it’s running away from me, trying to piece together the information that I just got.I always knew that Mira wasn’t a good person. The only time she’s acted decent was when Tristan was around, and even then, she couldn’t hide her true nature. She’s cunning and manipulative.But I didn’t know she was capable of doing something like this.Having me killed.We still share blood. We’re still sisters, even though we came from different mothers. Why does she want me gone that bad?I’m already divorcing Tristan. What more does she want?“Did you do it?” Mira asks the man, loud enough for me to hear across the street. “Is it over? Did you leave any trace?”The man shakes his head. “I didn’t do it. She ran and some fucker came to her rescue. But don’t worry, we’ll get her. All I need is another opportunity. Anyway, she lives in the same city.”“Yeah, you can ju

SIX YEARS LATER.Tristan’s POV“UNCLE TRISTAN! WAKE UP!”The loud screeching of Mira’s son Ethan pierces through my consciousness and shocks me to my core. I sit up, only to get smacked in the face by his hand. His cackle fills the air, and I have to clamp my lips together and clench my fists to stop myself from doing something I might regret.“Don’t do that,” I say in a low voice, pushing his hand out of my face. I look at the time and sigh. “Ethan, go downstairs. It’s ten in the morning and you need to be at your tutorial class. You’ve been struggling in school and you need to—”“You’re not my dad,” he whispers maliciously, smirking like a little devil. “Don’t tell me what to do.”I say nothing. He’s right—he’s not my son. I shouldn’t be the one who disciplines him. But the thing is, he and Mira have been living in my house for the past six years, and we’ve been a family.Or at least, that’s what we’ve been acting like. That’s what Mira wants.Even know, I still don’t know if it’s w

Elena’s POV“No,” is the first thing that comes out of my mouth. “No, I’m not working with this asshole.”Uncle Marcus freezes. He looks at me as though I just punched him between the eyes, opening and closing his mouth like a fish out of water. A part of me can’t blame him for that. I might have spoken too harshly. But at the same time, as I look at Alexander, I know that I made the right decision.Those gray eyes. That smirk. I don’t know how I remember so clearly after all these years.He’s still as handsome as I remember….And probably still as annoying, because right now he’s raising an eyebrow.“Excuse me?” he asks, turning to Uncle Marcus. “Did I mishear that?”“Um, probably,” Uncle Marcus says.But I shake my head. “No, you didn’t. We met before, Alexander Van Asten. You saved me… at first. Then you were just a jerk to me after that. You told me I don’t know what safety means when I’m on my own.”“My dear, maybe you made a mistake,” Uncle Marcus tries to say in the hopes of pa

Elena’s POV“Kids, we are going to be late for our flight if you don’t move now.”Liam huffs, but he closes his suitcase and drags it up to the door where our driver puts it in the trunk. Sophie follows suit, but she’s pouting. Even when we get into the car to go to the base where the private jet and Uncle Marcus and Grandpa Harold await, they’re both still sulking.“I don’t want to go to America,” Liam says, folding his arms over his little chest. “I want to stay here.”“Yeah,” Sophie agrees. “Why do you have to do business in New York? You’re doing well here.”This is the pitfall of having smart kids.A day has passed since my meeting with Alexander. I could tell the kids that this man is the one who insisted we go back to New York, but that would be a lie.Because I agreed to go back.And I think it’s a good decision.“I want my business to do even better,” I tell them as the car goes fast. “It will only be for a few months. Once we have stores in the East Coast, then we will go ba

Tristan’s POVI’m tired of hearing Mira talk, and it’s only been a few minutes since we arrived at Allerdale for this famous models’s auction event.“I promise you, I know the owner of that jewelry place you keep talking about,” Mira keeps saying as we head inside. “All we have to do is stay here for the whole event, okay? We don’t need to come and go like a bunch of thieves.”“And how do you know the owner, hmm?” I challenge her. “Is it because you’re their number one customer? Because you spend so much money on useless shit? Is that why?”Mira recoils. I can tell that she’s genuinely hurt by what I said, but at this point, I find it pretty hard to care.I’m still mad at her. But I’m more mad at myself. Because if I trusted her again and this turned out to be another one of her bullshit stories, I really would’ve fucked up. That would mean that not only did I fall for it once, I fell for it fifty more times.“You better be sure that you know them,” I hiss at her. When she turns away