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Revenge Of The Trillionaire Heiress Entangled
Ava’s POVThe hum of the private jet was comforting as I leaned back in my seat, glancing out the window at the blanket of clouds below. Andrew sat across from me, his eyes scanning through some documents. We hadn’t spoken much since takeoff, but that was normal when we were heading to London on business. My mind kept drifting back to Tristan. I knew he was safe, there were more than enough nannies at the house to keep an eye on him. Still, I wasn’t sure if it was the right decision to leave him behind. School could wait, but my instinct to protect him never could."Everything okay?" Andrew asked, looking up from his work.I smiled, nodding slightly. “Yeah, I was just thinking about Tristan. I still don’t know if we’re doing the right thing by keeping him home.”Andrew leaned back, stretching his arms. “He’s healing, Ava. And you made the right call. He’s got a team of caretakers around him. More than most kids ever have.”“I know,” I sighed. “But you know how it is. It feels wrong to
Revenge Of The Trillionaire Heiress Protect Mine
Andrew’s POVAs I strode down the corridor toward Ava’s office, anticipation bubbled in my chest. I had just finished a meeting and I was eager to hear about her meeting, especially because it was her ex husband’s company, it’s never easy for her, but she assured me she could handle it. My mind raced with possibilities, each one more thrilling than the last. I couldn’t shake the feeling that we were on the verge of something big, something that would solidify our partnership both personally and professionally.But as I reached her office door, that excitement turned to dread in an instant.I pushed the door open, and my heart dropped. There was Ava, pinned against the wall, her eyes wide with shock, and standing too close to her was Derek. His hand was on her shoulder, forcing her against the cold surface, his expression twisted with a mix of desperation and arrogance.I barely registered the flood of anger that surged through me. Without a second thought, I stormed into the office, e
Revenge Of The Trillionaire Heiress First Fight
Ava’s POVThe city lights of London twinkled like stars as I stepped into the hotel lobby, exhaustion tugging at my limbs after a long day of meetings and negotiations. I was grateful for the chance to catch my breath, if only for a night. Andrew stood beside me, his jaw set in a firm line that hinted at the tension simmering beneath the surface. I wanted to reach out and touch him, to break through the wall of frustration that seemed to have settled between us, but the air was thick with unspoken words.After checking in, we made our way to our room. I fished my phone from my purse and dialed the nanny to check on Tristan. As I waited for her to pick up, I felt a gnawing worry in my stomach. “Hello?” the nanny’s voice came through the line, bright and cheerful.“Hi, it’s Ava. I just wanted to check on Tristan. How’s he doing?” “Oh, he’s just fine! He had a little dinner and was sound asleep within minutes. No fuss at all,” she assured me. Relief washed over me. “Thank you for taki
Revenge Of The Trillionaire Heiress Shared Custody
Ava’s POVThe morning sun filtered through the hotel room curtains, casting a warm glow across the bed. I stirred awake, stretching my limbs as the soft rays nudged me from the depths of sleep. My first instinct was to reach for Andrew, who lay beside me, his face relaxed in slumber. I smiled, feeling grateful for the peaceful morning. Days like this were a rarity, and I wanted to savor every moment.“Andrew,” I whispered, gently shaking him. “It’s time to wake up.”He groaned, turning away from me, his tousled hair creating a messy halo around his head. “Five more minutes,” he mumbled.“Come on! We have to video call Tristan,” I urged, feeling a rush of excitement at the thought of seeing our son’s face. The separation was always tough, but video calls made it a little easier.He finally opened one eye, squinting at the light. “You’re right. Let’s do it.”After a few minutes of getting ready, we settled in front of my laptop. I hit the video call button, my heart fluttering with anti
Revenge Of The Trillionaire Heiress Confused
Ava’s POVAndrew pulled me to the side, the document still in my hands, the title “Shared Custody” burned into my mind. He hadn’t spoken since Derek handed me the papers, but his grip on my arm was firm, his expression unreadable."Ava," he began, his voice lower than usual, as if he was trying to keep his emotions in check. I couldn’t form words with the weight of the document in my hand and the look in Andrew’s eyes.He exhaled sharply, his grip loosening but still holding onto me like he was afraid I’d slip away. "This... Derek... I knew this was going to happen at some point, but I didn’t expect it now. I didn’t expect him to push for this."I blinked, still trying to catch up with what was happening. "You mean... the custody?"He nodded. "Yes, the custody. Ava, I can’t sit back and watch him try to stake a claim over Tristan, not after everything he’s done to you, to us. I’ve stayed quiet for as long as I could, but Derek’s not just going to back down. He’s trying to insert hims
Revenge Of The Trillionaire Heiress New School
Ava’s POVThe morning sun streamed through the windows, casting soft, golden light over the house. I woke to the sound of birds chirping outside and the familiar weight of Andrew beside me. Today was the day Tristan had been waiting for: his first day back at school. After everything that had happened, it felt like a small but important step forward for our family.I slipped out of bed quietly, careful not to wake Andrew. The house was still, and the only sound was the faint murmur of Tristan’s voice coming from his room. He had a habit of talking to himself when he was excited, and I smiled to myself as I walked down the hall to his room.Pushing the door open gently, I found him standing in front of his mirror, half-dressed in his school uniform, with his shoes on the wrong feet. His face lit up when he saw me.“Mom!” he shouted, his voice high with excitement. “I can’t believe it’s finally here! I’m going back to school!”I smiled and walked over, kneeling in front of him to fix hi
Revenge Of The Trillionaire Heiress A Threat
Ava’s POVThe envelope felt cold and unfamiliar in my hands as I slowly peeled back its edges. Andrew stood beside me, his eyes flickering with concern. I slid out a stack of photos, each one meticulously taken. At first, I wasn’t sure what I was looking at, but then it hit me, hard; Tristan. He was in all of them. Playing on the playground, eating lunch, sitting in class. A heavy feeling of dread settled in my stomach."Who sent these?" I whispered, flipping through the photos, my heart thudding in my chest.Andrew’s eyes narrowed as he took the pictures from my hands, studying them closely. "There's no note, nothing written. Just pictures," he muttered, his voice low and dangerous.It was clear someone had been watching him. A deep wave of nausea crashed over me. Our son was being monitored, and we had no idea who was behind it or why. I instinctively wrapped my arms around myself, trying to fend off the shiver creeping up my spine."This has to stop. Now," Andrew growled, his fists
Revenge Of The Trillionaire Heiress Never Lose
Ava’s POVWeeks had passed, and the sense of unease that had settled over our lives was beginning to lift. Andrew had insisted that the security team remain, and Tristan’s two bodyguards never left his side, even though the threats seemed to have stopped. Their presence was a reminder of the dangers that may be lurking around. No more cryptic mail or strange photographs, but still, something lingered in the air. Maybe it was just me. Maybe it was my anxiety over today; the day of the custody hearing.I stood in front of the mirror, my reflection staring back at me, but I hardly recognized myself. My hands gripped the edge of the sink tightly as I took a deep breath. Today was it. The court would decide whether Tristan’s life would change forever or if we could continue to protect him, give him the stability he deserved.A light knock interrupted my thoughts, and I looked up to see Andrew standing in the doorway. He was already dressed in his suit, looking calm and collected as always.
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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
