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Revenge Of The Trillionaire Heiress Falling Apart
The living room was quiet, save for the occasional sound of Andrew flipping through the pages of a magazine. I was curled up on the couch, sipping tea, letting the warmth of the moment soothe the remnants of the anxiety that had plagued me all day. Tristan was resting upstairs, and it felt like, for the first time in what seemed like forever, things were finally calming down.“You know,” Andrew said, breaking the silence, “we should take Tristan on a trip once he’s feeling better. Somewhere peaceful, away from all this chaos.”I smiled at the thought. “I think he’d love that. He’s been asking about visiting the mountains for a while now.”Andrew nodded, his eyes soft as he glanced over at me. “We could make it happen. Just the three of us.”I opened my mouth to respond, but before I could say anything, a loud, heart-stopping thud echoed from upstairs, followed immediately by a cry of pain; Tristan’s cry. My heart dropped. In an instant, Andrew and I were both on our feet, rushing to
Revenge Of The Trillionaire Heiress Bad News
As Andrew and I made our way back to Tristan’s room, I felt a mix of anxiety and hope battling within me. Each step felt heavy, but I was determined to see my son and reassure him that everything would be okay. I pushed open the door, and my heart sank at the sight of Tristan lying on the hospital bed, his face pale but slightly more relaxed than when we had left. “Mom! Uncle Andrew!” His voice was a mixture of relief and pain, a sight that sent a fresh wave of worry through me.“Hey, buddy,” I said, moving closer. “How are you feeling?”Tristan looked at us with wide eyes, and I could see the remnants of tears in his lashes. “The nurse gave me some drugs, and the pain is... better now,” he admitted, trying to sound brave. “That’s good to hear,” Andrew replied, giving Tristan a gentle smile as he pulled a chair closer to the bed. “Just focus on resting. You did great getting through all this.”“Can I go home soon?” Tristan’s voice was small, his fingers clutching the edge of the bl
Revenge Of The Trillionaire Heiress Find A Donor
The fluorescent lights of the hospital room were now a fading memory, replaced by the comforting chaos of home. I stood in the kitchen, the familiar scent of coffee mingling with the soft sounds of Tristan’s laughter echoing from the living room. Andrew had stayed home with him, and I could hear their playful banter drifting through the open doorway, a much-needed balm for my worn out nerves.Tristan was feeling better after his hospital stay; he had regained his energy and was back to his spirited self. But I couldn’t shake the anxiety that had settled in my chest ever since we received the news about his condition. I had refused to let a random person be a potential donor. The thought of some stranger being responsible for my son’s health was unbearable. So when the doctor had called to inform me that my bone marrow didn’t match Tristan’s, nor did Andrew’s, I felt a new wave of hopelessness wash over me. “Mom, come play!” Tristan’s voice rang out, pulling me from my thoughts. “Ju
Revenge Of The Trillionaire Heiress Reunited
Andrew PovA few days had passed since Ava confronted Derek about Tristan, and the tension that had hung over us had transformed into a fragile optimism. The doctor had just confirmed that Derek was a match for Tristan’s bone marrow transplant, and while there was still a long road ahead, it felt like we were finally moving in the right direction.I sat at the kitchen island, absently stirring my coffee as I glanced at Ava. She was scrolling through her phone, likely looking for updates or appointments for the transplant. The morning light streamed through the window, casting a warm glow around her, but I could see the lines of worry etched on her face.“Any word from the hospital?” I asked, trying to keep my voice light.Ava looked up, her eyes brightening. “Yes! They want to schedule the procedure for next week. I just need to confirm with Derek that he’s ready.”“Great. And Tristan?” I leaned forward, eager to hear how our son was handling the news.“He’s excited,” she replied, a s
Revenge Of The Trillionaire Heiress Drawn Lines
Andrew’s POVLater that week, we gathered at the hospital for the procedure. The waiting room buzzed with activity, a mixture of anxious parents and cheerful children. I sat beside Ava, holding her hand tightly. The fear of the unknown gnawed at me as I watched Tristan playing on his tablet, seemingly unfazed by the situation.“Are you okay?” Ava asked, her voice soft as she leaned closer to me.“I will be,” I replied, forcing a smile. “I just want him to be alright.”“Me too,” she sighed, her eyes darting to Tristan. “But he’s in good hands. At least Derek has offered to help, I just hope it doesn’t yield to anything more.”“Yeah, I hope so too” I agreed, watching as Derek interacted with Tristan, his demeanor surprisingly gentle and encouraging. Eventually, the nurse came out, calling for Tristan. “It’s time, buddy,” I said, kneeling beside him. “Are you ready?”Tristan nodded, his face a mix of excitement and nervousness. “I think so!”“Remember, we’re right here with you,” Ava as
Revenge Of The Trillionaire Heiress Us Day
Ava’s POVIt was early morning when we all piled into the car, the sun just beginning to break over the horizon. Tristan, with a beaming smile plastered across his face, practically buzzed with excitement. We had planned this day for a while now; a little getaway, just the three of us. After everything that had happened, we needed a break. A time to just breathe, have fun, and remind ourselves that life wasn’t only filled with difficult moments.I glanced over at Andrew, who was quietly scrolling through his phone beside me in the back seat. He caught me watching him and smiled, the kind of smile that made my heart skip, soft and warm, making me feel safe. I had to admit, being with him felt different now. There was an ease between us, a sense of belonging I hadn’t allowed myself to fully feel before.“Where are we going again?” Tristan interrupted my thoughts, his eyes wide with excitement from his seat up front. He loved the front seat, even though I always insisted he should still
Revenge Of The Trillionaire Heiress Secrets Unfold
THIRD PERSON'S POVDerek sat at his large mahogany desk, piles of documents scattered haphazardly around him. The tension in the room was palpable, and his eyes burned from staring at the endless stream of contracts, financial statements, and meeting minutes that detailed the slow, agonizing collapse of F&J. His once-flourishing company was teetering on the edge of bankruptcy, and for the life of him, he couldn’t pinpoint where everything had gone so horribly wrong.It wasn’t as if Derek had ever been careless. He built the company from the ground up, made the right connections, and secured multi-million dollar deals. He knew every client by name, every merger like the back of his hand. Yet, here he was, on the brink of losing it all. His mind buzzed with the weight of his failures, but something else clawed at him, something deeper. It was a feeling he had been suppressing for years, the nagging sense that something wasn’t right at home.Annabel, his wife, had been distant. Ever sinc
Revenge Of The Trillionaire Heiress Skip The Procedures
Derek’s POVI stayed seated on the edge of the hotel bed for what felt like hours, the silence suffocating me. The anger from discovering Annabel's betrayal simmered inside me, but it was the regret, the overwhelming guilt over Ava, that gnawed at me the most. It’s what I deserve, I treated Ava badly, so it’s my karma.How did I get here? How did I ruin everything for a woman who never cared about me? My mind kept flashing back to Ava. How she smiled when I told her I wanted a family, how her face fell when we years passed by and we had no child. We could have worked through that. We could have adopted or sought other options, but I was too caught up in my selfish desires.I walked out on her because she couldn't bear children. How low could I have sunk? The more I thought about it, the more disgusted I became with myself.I ran my hand through my hair again, gripping the strands at the roots. Maybe I should text her; no, call her. Hear her voice. Apologize. But would she even care? W
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Revenge Of The Trillionaire Heiress Happy Ending
Writer’s POV. The months flew by in a blur of board meetings, late nights, and stolen moments of laughter with Tristan and Andrew. Ava’s life had transformed into something unrecognizable—she had gone from a struggling single mother to one of the most powerful business leaders in the world. Yet, despite her newfound success, Ava remained grounded. Each accomplishment, every milestone, was tethered to a deeper purpose: creating a stable, loving environment for her growing family and proving to herself—and the world—that she could rise above her circumstances.What surprised her most wasn’t the success or the wealth but the unyielding love she had found along the way. Andrew’s unwavering belief in her had been her anchor, a constant reminder that even amidst chaos, she was never alone.---Ava and Andrew’s WeddingThe day dawned bright and warm, sunlight streaming through the tall oak trees that lined the estate’s gardens. A soft breeze carried the scent of roses and lilies, mingling w
Revenge Of The Trillionaire Heiress First Female Trillionaire
Ava's POV.Mrs. Pierce smiled through her tears, her gaze fixed on Tristan with a tenderness that tugged at something deep inside me.As the evening wore on, we sat around the dining table, the air still heavy with unspoken emotions. After dinner, Mrs. Pierce folded her hands on the table, her expression serious.“There’s something else I need to tell you, Ava,” she began, her voice calm but resolute.I raised an eyebrow, bracing myself for yet another revelation. “What is it now?”She glanced at Andrew and Tristan, then back at me. “I’ve kept my distance for years because I didn’t think I had the right to disrupt your life. But I’ve been following your journey, and I’ve wanted to come back sooner than this.”“Following my journey?” I repeated, narrowing my eyes.“Yes,” she said, her voice trembling slightly. “Ava, I wasn’t just trying to rebuild my life after I left you. I…well, I married someone. A man who believed in me and my dreams. Together, we built a life—a very successful one.”I fr
Revenge Of The Trillionaire Heiress Your Grandmother
Ava’s POVThe weeks that followed Annabel's arrest were a whirlwind of emotions—relief, anger, and a lingering sense of unease. I couldn’t shake the feeling that she wasn’t entirely gone from our lives, even as the police assured me she would be locked away for a long time.But life had a way of throwing curveballs.One morning, as I sat by the window sipping tea, the nausea that had plagued me for days returned with a vengeance. I barely made it to the bathroom in time. Tristan, ever the observant little boy, knocked on the door.“Mommy, are you okay?” he asked, his voice tinged with worry.“I’m fine, sweetheart,” I replied, forcing a smile when I emerged. “Just a little stomach bug.”But it wasn’t a bug. Deep down, I knew. The signs were unmistakable, and a test later that evening confirmed it.I was pregnant.I stared at the test in my trembling hand, the reality sinking in. Another child. A sibling for Tristan. A symbol of everything I’d fought so hard to protect.As the news settled in,
Revenge Of The Trillionaire Heiress Shattered Loyalty
Annabel’s POVThey all thought they’d won. Ava, Derick, even Andrew—they all got to walk away happy. But what about me? Where was my happy ending? Where was the life I’d envisioned? Derick wasn’t supposed to go back to Ava. He wasn’t supposed to turn his attention to some child. Tristan. That boy had ruined everything.I stared at the grainy photo I’d taken of Tristan at the park last week. His laugh still echoed in my mind, grating against my nerves. Derick doted on him, Ava clung to him, and even Andrew looked at him like he was some precious treasure.It wasn’t fair.If Tristan were gone, maybe things could go back to the way they were supposed to be. Derick would grieve, of course, but I could help him heal. I’d be the one he turned to. The one he leaned on.The plan had been forming in my mind for weeks. It wasn’t impulsive—I wasn’t stupid. I’d spent hours studying their routines, noting every detail. Ava’s work schedule, Derick’s visitation days, and Tristan’s after-school activ
Revenge Of The Trillionaire Heiress Shared Bond's
Ava’s POVThe judge’s voice echoed through the courtroom, cutting through the tense silence like a blade.“In the best interest of the child, the court has decided on joint custody. Both parents will share equal responsibility in raising Tristan.”I sat motionless, my fingers gripping the edge of the table. I had prepared myself for this outcome, but hearing the words spoken aloud still sent a chill down my spine. Sharing Tristan with Derick wasn’t what I wanted—but the court had decided, and I had no choice but to accept it.Tristan was my whole world. The idea of someone else, even his biological father, having a say in his life felt like an intrusion. But the judge was right. Tristan deserved both parents in his life. No matter how much I resented the situation, I had to focus on what was best for my son.As the courtroom emptied, Derick approached me. He walked hesitantly, as if unsure of how close he should get. I glanced at Diane, who nodded and took Tristan by the hand, guiding
Revenge Of The Trillionaire Heiress A Father's Truth
Derick’s POVThe small park bench felt impossibly narrow as I sat there, nervously gripping the edge. Tristan was perched beside me, his little legs swinging back and forth, not quite reaching the ground. His curious gaze was fixed on me, a mix of innocence and wisdom far beyond his five years.I took a deep breath, unsure how to begin. The truth was, I had no idea how to talk to a child—especially one who looked so much like me, yet felt like a stranger.“Do you like the swings?” I asked, trying to break the ice.He shrugged, clutching the juice box I’d handed him earlier. “They’re okay.”Silence fell between us again, heavy and awkward. Finally, Tristan spoke, his voice quiet but firm. “Why weren’t you there when I was born?”The question hit me like a punch to the gut. I looked at him, my throat tightening. How could I explain something I didn’t even fully understand myself?“I didn’t know about you,” I admitted. “Your mom didn’t tell me until…until she needed help.”His small brow
Revenge Of The Trillionaire Heiress String's Attached
Annabel's POVThe glow of the city lights spilled through the floor-to-ceiling windows of my apartment, casting shadows across the sleek marble floor. I sank into the plush sofa, glass of wine in hand, as my phone buzzed with yet another update.Tristan seemed fine today. No incidents.Ava’s watcher confronted someone near the school, but they got away.Andrew stopped by Diane’s office this afternoon. He’s definitely keeping her in the loop.I smirked, setting the wine down and scrolling through the messages. It was almost laughable how predictable they all were—Ava, so desperate to appear the perfect mother; Andrew, playing knight in shining armor. And Derick, as always, trying to manage things while keeping me in the dark.Poor, naive Derick. Did he really think I didn’t know everything already? The updates he shared during our hushed conversations were a watered-down version of the truth—carefully curated to make him look like the doting father fighting for his son. But I had my ow
Revenge Of The Trillionaire Heiress Fighting For Family
Ava's POV“Did you report it to the school?”“Not yet,” he admitted. “I wasn’t sure if it was anything serious or just a parent lingering, but now…”“Report it,” I said firmly. “And keep an eye out. I want to know if you see him again.”After hanging up, I texted Diane, filling her in on the new development.We need to discuss this tomorrow. I’m doubling Tristan’s security and contacting the school.Her reply came almost immediately. Agreed. This will only work in our favor if we act quickly.I stared at the phone for a moment, my chest tightening with frustration. Diane was right—this could show the court how vigilant I was and how far I’d go to protect Tristan. But deep down, I hated that I even had to do this. I hated that someone was using my son as a pawn.I called the number again my hand clenching the phone tighter. “Did you get anything? A description? A photo?”The watcher hesitated. “Not really. He wore a baseball cap, pulled low, and kept his head down. It was deliberate—li
Revenge Of The Trillionaire Heiress Unseen Threats
Ava's POV.The courtroom loomed over me as I stepped out of the car with Diane at my side. Her calm demeanor was reassuring, but my nerves refused to settle. Tristan’s laughter echoed in my mind, a reminder of why I was doing this.“Ready?” Diane asked, her sharp eyes scanning my face.I nodded, clutching the folder of evidence she’d helped me prepare. “As ready as I’ll ever be.”The court had given us a month to prepare for this, and every single day had been a battle. Between balancing Tristan’s needs, meetings with Diane, and keeping myself together, I felt stretched thin. Andrew and Kim had been my rocks during this time. Andrew’s unwavering support and Kim’s relentless encouragement kept me going when I wanted to break.“You’re a good mother, Ava,” Andrew had said the night before, his voice steady. “The court will see that. No one could love Tristan the way you do.”Kim had chimed in during one of our late-night calls, her voice fierce. “You’ve got this. You’re smart, you’re str
