All Chapters of MARRIED TO THE DEVIL BILLIONAIRE FOR REVENGE: Chapter 241 - Chapter 245

We learned about Isabella’s latest project on a cool autumn morning. She had come over for coffee and brought her laptop with her. Morgan was at work, so it was just the three of us on the back porch. Isabella opened a document and turned the screen toward us.“This is the policy brief I submitted last week,” she said. “It recommends changes to how federal funding is allocated for survivor services in rural areas. The foundation’s data from the last fifteen years is the backbone of the argument.”Dominic leaned forward to read. I watched his face as his eyes moved across the page. After a moment he nodded slowly.“You used the numbers from the fourth location,” he said.Isabella smiled. “And the testimony from the women who came through the original building when Mom was still running it. I wanted the language to reflect what actually happens on the ground, not just what looks good on paper.”She scrolled down to show us another section. It was a direct reference to the foundation’s mo

The garden had changed with us.Some of the oldest roses were gone now, replaced by younger bushes Dominic had planted in the last few years. The vegetable beds were smaller than they used to be. We no longer had the strength to tend as much as we once did, but we still went out every morning. Dominic moved more slowly, his back bent from decades of work, yet his hands remained steady when he tied a stem or pulled a weed. I walked beside him with a cane on the harder days, and we took our time.We were old now. Truly old. Our hair was white, our faces mapped with the years. The house still stood around us, filled with the same furniture and the same quiet light that had greeted us for more than half a century. The foundation continued its work under new leadership. Isabella shaped policy from a position of quiet influence. Alexander trained therapists who carried his methods into clinics across the country. Their child, now a young adult, visited us often and asked questions about the

The days had become softer around the edges.We no longer measured time by what needed to be done. Instead, we measured it by the quality of the light, the temperature of the air, and the small rhythms we had kept for decades. Dominic still rose early, though he now moved more deliberately. I followed a little later, often finding him already seated on the porch with a cup of tea cooling beside him.On this particular morning, I joined him without speaking. We sat together and watched the garden wake up. The new roses he had planted two seasons ago were beginning to establish themselves. They were smaller than the old ones, but they carried the same deep color. I liked that. It felt like the garden was learning to make room for what could still grow.After a while, Dominic spoke.“Alexander called last night while you were resting,” he said. “He and Sam are coming next month. They want to bring the baby.”I smiled. Our great-grandchild was only four months old. We had seen photographs,