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Revenge Of The Trillionaire Heiress The Past
Ava's POV. Twenty minutes later, we left the hospital without Derick knowing. Tristen fell asleep as soon as the car started moving, and neither Andrew nor I hadn't said a word. I sat in the back seat, Tristen on my lap, as I stroked his hair softly, not wanting to wake him up or anything.Andrew kept looking at me through the rearview mirror and trying to start up a conversation, but I either cut him off or did not respond. “Ava, I'm sorry I lost control of my emotions. I shouldn't have said or done anything." He said, his voice apologetic. I sighed, raising my head and leaning my head backward. " It's not your fault, Andrew; you had every right to act and say the way you did. It's me who should be sorry for letting it get his far out of hand. “Andrew, it wasn’t just you. I… I shouldn’t have let things get that far. But Derick…” I trailed off, the conflict of emotions tightening in my chest. “He knows exactly how to press buttons, and I can’t deal with that right now. Not when I’m
Revenge Of The Trillionaire Heiress Jealousy
Derick's POVFive hours earlier. I felt my blood boil after leaving Ava and Andrew’s side. Just because he had been with Ava for five years and taking care of Tristen since he was born doesn't mean he has to take care of him now since I'm around; I mean, just who does he think he is to say such things to me? I didn't know Ava was pregnant five years ago; if I did, I would not have divorced her, I would have chased after her.I scratched the back of my head in frustration. Just because I keep reminiscing on the past doesn't mean it would change the present or the future. I need to look for a way to make her mine again or at least get Tristen.I stood up from the bench and started walking towards Tristan’s room. Upon getting there, Tristen, Ava, and Andrew were no longer there,e and Tristan’s room was being cleared out. “What in the," I said, my voice barely a whisper. Before walking towards a nurse. “Excuse me, the little boy that was here with his parents thirty minutes ago, where did t
Revenge Of The Trillionaire Heiress Jealousy 2
Andrew's POVThe moment I saw Derick storm into the restaurant, I knew it wasn’t going to end well. Ava hadn’t noticed him yet, too busy helping Tristan decide between spaghetti and chicken tenders, but I could feel his eyes on her. And that familiar surge of protectiveness flared up in me, the same one that had been on edge ever since he started showing up and disrupting everything.Without thinking, I stood up and intercepted him before he could reach the table. The last thing I wanted was for Tristan to witness whatever scene Derick was about to make.“Derick,” I kept my voice low, leaning in so only he could hear, “this isn’t the time or place for this.”He ignored me, craning his neck to get a glimpse of Ava. I stepped in his line of sight, refusing to let him bulldoze his way into a peaceful moment we were trying to have as a family.“If you’re here to make a scene, I’m telling you now—don’t,” I warned, my patience wearing thin.He smirked, his eyes sharp with anger. “I’m here t
Revenge Of The Trillionaire Heiress Spotlights
Ava's POV.It's been a week since what happened at the restaurant with Andrew and Derick. It popped up on the news and made headlines for six days. This is the third day. I dropped my phone down and fell back on the chair, a sigh escaped my lips. I informed someone to delete the post before it gets even crazier.The funny part is the paparazzi didn't know Derick nor Andrew’s name; they dragged mine, saying I had a child for Derick, and then went off to get engaged with Andrew. Some called me a gold digger, some a whore, some a two-faced conniving bitch. The insults just kept getting worse and worse.Derick had dropped a hundred messages. The first half was apologizing, the middle was blaming Andrew, and the last part was him demanding to see Tristen and be in his life.Andrew, on the other hand, kept apologizing whenever he got the chance to buy. I always kept quiet and did other things. The paparazzi kept following me, Derick, and Andrew and showed up at Triaten's school a few times.
Revenge Of The Trillionaire Heiress Frustration
Annabel's POV.I’d watched the whole thing unfold on my phone, replaying the video of the fight between Derick and Andrew until I knew it by heart. The whole scene was a disaster, really, yet I couldn’t help the smirk that crept onto my face every time Ava’s name came up.The headlines had only gotten harsher with each passing day. Every article, every post dragged her name deeper into the mud. The world was finally seeing her for what she really was—selfish, manipulative, and all too willing to bounce from one man to another. And with a kid in the middle of it all? That just made it messier.But then, each time the video looped back to Derick, to the way he threw the first punch and risked everything for Ava, the anger in my chest flared again. Of all the people in the world, for him to defend, he chose her? And against Andrew of all people?“Unbelievable,” I muttered to myself, tossing my phone down on the couch, but I couldn’t tear my gaze away. Even if Derick had been with her fir
Revenge Of The Trillionaire Heiress Court
Annabel's POV.“Just what? Obsessed with some idea of a family with Ava? Or are you just too stubborn to realize she’s the one dragging you through the mud?” I paused, taking a deep breath to calm myself. “Do you even realize what you’re risking here? You’re acting like you don’t have anyone who actually cares about you.”There was a silence on the other end, and for a moment, I thought he’d hung up. But then he spoke, his voice softer this time, almost defeated. “Annabel… I’m just trying to do what’s best for Tristan. That’s all.”“Then let Andrew have his little role,” I snapped, the bitterness in my tone unmistakable. “You and I both know that Tristan barely even knows you. You’re chasing something that’ll only ruin you in the end.”“Is that what you think?” he replied, a hint of anger in his voice now. “You think I should just give up on my son? Walk away and let him grow up without knowing me?”I clenched my jaw, barely keeping my composure. “I think you’re letting Ava pull you i
Revenge Of The Trillionaire Heiress Oddly Supportive
Derick's POV.I sat in my car, my grip tightening on the phone as Annabel’s voice message ended. Her words hung in the silence around me, sinking deeper than I expected. She was right—every word of it. I wanted to be there for Tristan, to give him the stability and love I hadn’t had as a kid. But Ava… she was making that impossible, always pulling me into her mess and making sure Andrew stayed close. And for what? To keep me around, or to keep Tristan confused about who he could really depend on?“For Tristan’s sake,” Annabel’s voice echoed in my mind, calm yet strong, “you need to think about what’s best for him. Andrew’s presence in Ava’s life is only confusing Tristan, making him think there’s someone else he can depend on. But Tristan needs his real father, Derick. Not a stand-in, not someone Ava pulls in whenever it’s convenient. And the only way to guarantee that stability is to take her to court.”The word “court” felt heavy, but it also felt… right. Annabel was right—if I didn
Revenge Of The Trillionaire Heiress Notice Of Custody
Ava's POVThe knock on the door startled me, breaking the quiet of the afternoon. Tristan was in the living room, humming a song as he stacked his blocks. I wiped my hands on a dish towel, half-expecting it to be Andrew dropping by unannounced again. But when I opened the door, I was met with a man in a suit, his expression stiff and professional.“Ava De Luca?” he asked, holding a manila envelope in one hand.“Yes?”He handed me the envelope. “You’ve been served. Please read the documents carefully.”I froze. The words didn’t register at first. Served? My eyes flicked to the envelope as my stomach twisted into a tight knot.The man gave me a curt nod and walked away, leaving me rooted to the spot. The weight of the envelope in my hands felt heavier than it should've, like it was filled with lead instead of paper. Slowly, I closed the door, my heart pounding in my chest.“Mama?” Tristan’s voice called from the living room, innocent and sweet. “Who was that?”I swallowed hard, plasteri
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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
