All Chapters of Revenge of the Heart: My Ex's Billionaire Uncle's New Bride : Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

MegraThe sun filters through the café’s open terrace, casting a warm glow on the bustling scene around us. I watch Mia play in the small garden, her red curls bouncing with each step as she chases a butterfly. She giggles, her laughter light and pure, and I can’t help but smile. It’s been two years since everything changed, but seeing her happy brings a fleeting sense of peace.Nathaniel sits across from me, looking relaxed for the first time in what feels like ages. He has not stopped looking at her. We’ve been through so much, and yet here we are, together again. There’s a sense of normalcy to this moment, a quiet joy in sharing lunch and watching our daughter play. I reach for my glass, taking a sip of iced tea, the coolness a welcome relief from the summer heat.He looks at me, his eyes soft. “Are You okay?” he asks, a hint of concern in his voice.I nod, smiling. “Yeah, just... grateful. For this. For us.”He squeezes my hand gently. “Me too. I told Anna to leave, Megra. I will

MegraThe sound of the gunshot shatters the night. It’s loud—deafening. My heart seizes in my chest, and a scream claws at my throat, but I can’t let it out. I’m frozen, every nerve ending in my body on fire, my mind racing with images of Nathaniel hurt, bleeding, or worse—dead.I can’t breathe. My hands tremble violently, and my pulse pounds in my ears, drowning out everything else. The world tilts under me, and I have to grip the arm of the couch to keep myself from collapsing. I hear Mia’s soft breaths, still steady and peaceful, unaware that her whole world might be falling apart. That’s the only thing that keeps me from losing my mind.I force myself to move, stumbling towards the door. Every step feels like dragging my feet through thick mud, each one heavier than the last. My legs are weak, threatening to wobble beneath me, but I push on; I have to. I have to know the fate of the man I love. The fear, the dread, the horrifying thought that Nathaniel might be lying out there in

MegraMy body is filled with passion, a true sentiment for my time away from Nathaniel. I respond to every touch with eagerness as I am swept into waves of passion. My troubles are buried as I sink my nails into his back as his kisses ravage my neck. How could I have gone for so long without him, without his touch? For a moment, we forget that we are not alone in the cabin, and we fill the rustic air with our moans, each louder than the next. A reminder that we belong to each other.I lie in bed, the sheets twisted around my body, my skin still glistening with sweat. My heart pounds in my chest, a steady reminder of the passion that just filled this room. I can feel the warmth of Nathaniel’s body beside me, his breathing still heavy, his hand resting on my bare back. The air is thick with the scent of us—of our love, our need for each other. My mind swirls with a thousand thoughts, but one feeling stands out among the rest: happiness. For the first time in what feels like an eternity,

MegraThe loud bang echoes in my mind, repeating itself over and over like a nightmare I can’t escape. The sound still rattles me to my core, the shock of it reverberating through my entire body. I relive that terror every time I close my eyes, every time I try to steady my breath. I remember how Nathaniel pulled me into his arms, shielding me with his body, protecting me from whatever danger lurked just beyond the door. He was so strong, so determined to keep us safe, even though I knew deep down he was just as scared as I was.Mia had cried, her little face scrunched in fear, asking what was going on, her tiny hands clutching at my dress, her tears soaking into my skin. She didn’t understand, and I couldn’t explain. How could I? When I didn’t even know myself who was behind this madness. All I knew was that it needed to end. I couldn’t keep living in fear; I couldn’t keep watching the man I loved sacrifice his peace for me. Nathaniel had given up so much—his time, his energy, his foc

MegraI walk into the prison, trying to keep my head high, optimism bubbling inside me. The walls are cold and grey, but I don't let it dampen my mood. Today, things will be different. I’m not just here to face Conor—I’m here to solve the puzzle. I can persuade him. I know it. The warden had instructed me to go straight to his office, and I’m confident this meeting is a big step toward the end of my torment.My heels click against the hard floor as I pass through the hallways, the echo of each step reminding me how far I’ve come. My heart races, but not from fear—this is a chance, a small glimmer of hope that I’ve been clinging to. If I can get Conor to talk, if I can retrace his steps, then maybe I can finally figure out who has been tormenting me all these months. The thought makes my smile grow, and I feel the corners of my lips twitch upward. For the first time in a long time, I feel like I’m moving forward.I reach the door and knock, feeling a little nervous but still determined.