Lahat ng Kabanata ng The Wrong Bride Returns: Kabanata 71 - Kabanata 80

Olivia's PovI woke up before the sun rose.I slept late the last night. My eyes were still trying to force me back to sleep and my body was agreeing with it. My mind was harboring different thoughts all at once. My kids, Nathan, work. It was a good thing that I was finally divorced but I don't know why I felt kind of sad. Above all, Emma and Noah being bullied at school yesterday got to me. I knew how my childhood lookwereed and I couldn't even imagine what my kids feeling. I had to put a stop to that immediately.I got up from bed and stepped out of my room. The apartment was quiet. The twins were still asleep. I was alone with my thoughts.I walked to the bathroom. I showered. I washed my hair. I stood in front of the mirror for a long time.I kept looking at myself. My eyes. My brown hair. My face. The woman I had become. The one called unwanted by her own parents. The wrong child. Yesterday, I realized my inner child hadn't healed.I pushed the thought away and walked to my close

Olivia's POV"Mr. Hayes. Mr. Hayes, sir. Welcome. Welcome to our school."The principal was already sweating. He had appeared the moment we walked through the front doors with his hand extended before he even reached us. His smile was wide and too eager. His voice cracked with nervous energy. His eyes held pure awe, like he was standing before a god. He must have known who Nathan was. I almost smirkedNathan didn't smile. He didn't take the hand. He just looked at the man with cold, unreadable eyes."Principal Arnold," Nathan said. His voice was flat."Yes, sir. Yes. Please, this way. My office. Please."The principal's hand dropped to his side. He stuttered. He almost tripped over his own feet as he turned to lead us down the hallway. His expensive suit fit him perfectly. His shoes were polished. But his hands were shaking.I laughed inside. Just a little. It was almost pathetic how quickly men crumbled before money.Students kept coming. They lined the corridors. They whispered word

Olivia’s POVWe walked out of the principal's office together.The hallway was still crowded. Students had gathered in numbers now. The news had spread fast. Nathan Hayes was here. The billionaire. The one with the convoy.I kept my head high. My heels clicked against the floor in ordered steps. My face was calm. But inside, I was burning. Jessica. She had done this. She had paid a child to bully my daughter. My six year old daughter. She took things too far. I won't let her off easily.I was so focused on my anger that I didn't see the floor. My heel caught on the edge of my trousers and I stumbled. My body pitched forward. I was almost falling to the group when Nathan caught me.His arm wrapped around my waist. His hand gripped my side. He pulled me against him and my hands landed on his chest. I could feel his heartbeat under my palms. Fast and strong.Our eyes met.He was so close to my face. Barely a few inches away. I could see the flecks of gold in his green eyes. I could see t

Jessica’s POVI paced my room like a caged animal in rage.Back and forth. Back and forth. My bare feet were cold on the floor. My hands were fists at my sides. My jaw was clenched so tight.My face was on fire. The marks from her slaps were still there. Red. I could feel them throbbing with every heartbeat.That bitch. That worthless, pathetic, nobody bitch.She had the audacity to put her hands on me. To pull my hair like I was some common street trash. And I had let her. I screamed and cried. I had crumpled to the floor like a weak, pathetic mess.I stopped pacing and looked at myself in the mirror.My hair was a disaster. My face was a mess. My eyes were red and puffy. “No. No. I hadn't lost,” I thought. She had caught me off guard. That was all. She had surprised me. She had taken advantage of my vulnerability.I was the victim here. Not her. It was never her. She was always the brilliant one. Look at her build herself into a successful CEO. Even successfully swayed the man that

Olivia's POVTanya was here. My friend. My sister. My anchor.I showered. The water was hot. It washed away the sweat. The anger. The pain. The confrontation. I stood there under the shower for more than five minutes just enjoying the water as it poured down from my head to toe.I dried off and I put on comfortable clothes and two piece night wear. Soft and expensive. I remember seven years ago while I was still in my father's house. I had only one night wear. It was cheap and tacky and torn. I managed it for you until I outgrown it. I told myself that I would make a lot of money and buy the most expensive nightwear ever. All the luxury combined. Wearing my nightwears every night always gave me subtle memories of the past and now I just smiled at it. I walked back into the bedroom.Maya and Tanya were on the bed. They were talking. Laughing. They stopped when they saw me."What?" I asked."Nothing." Maya smiled. "We were just talking about you.""Good things?""Of course.."I sat on t