All Chapters of The Heiress Revenge : Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

LISA'S POV As Kate disappeared from view, Leo's friend, Marcus, sauntered over, a sly grin spreading across his face."Hey, Lisa, don't mind Kate. She's just Leo's ex," Marcus said, his voice low.I raised an eyebrow, intrigued.Leo's expression turned cold, his eyes warning Marcus to shut up.But Marcus continued, "Yeah, they had a wild ride, but Leo's moved on. You're the new flavor of the month, Lisa."The group chuckled, their laughter like a slap in the face.I felt a sting, but Leo's silence hurt more. He didn't correct Marcus, didn't defend me."Thanks for the info, Marcus," I said, my voice icy.Marcus winked. "No problem, sweetheart. You should know what you're getting yourself into."I turned to Leo, expecting some sort of explanation or reassurance.But he remained stoic, his eyes avoiding mine.Fury and humiliation boiled inside me.Without a word, I turned and walked away, leaving the party behind.I locked myself in my room, the silence a welcome respite.My mind reeled

LISA'S POV I stomped out into the darkness, blinded by tears. No one was taking me back, but I had to get to Leo; whatever his motives were. Did I care anymore? Not exactly but there just has to be some way that Louisa blinded everyone, or they've had it in them all along to make a fool out of me, and I never noticed. How did I expect to? When all I ever thought of was giving Andre a taste of his own medicine, and trying to win Leo's trust - I still needed his help. Just then, a taxi pulled up from around the corner and I hailed it without a second thought. I had to get away from everyone and everything that constantly reminded me of my pain. And Becky… she didn't try to put her neck on the line for me. It seemed she was somehow in the know of this nasty plot against me, but she put up quite a sordid act of not understanding what the whole situation meant for me. I took out my mobile phone and stole a glance at the screen. Damn! It's late already, but I'll have to act super angry t

LEO'S POV The twelve-year-old boy looked at me, and all I could see was a male version of Kate. Did she clone herself already? We'd arrived quite early to take his samples for the testing. Dr Lamar was very careful, and Kate wasn't anywhere near the hospital. The huge hole in her plan would make the whole framework of it fall through. I eyed the top of his blonde head as he sat beside me. Why did Kate give him up for the test so easily? I shuddered all over again. Could he really be my son? I looked at his face once more. I couldn't see anything that looked like mine: eyes, nose, lips - they were all Kate's.“Dad?" I almost hit the lad when he addressed me so. We didn't even have proof of that yet. Kate had been feeding him with so many lies, and he bought them all. I'm sure he also inherited her fish brain. He looked at me with piercing eyes.“Dad? Why aren't you saying anything? Am I sick? I've been getting lots of tests lately." I huffed. Explaining things to this kid might make

Kate's POVI paced the waiting room, the sterile scent of antiseptic and the hushed tones of nurses surrounding me like weighted blankets. With each tick of the clock on the wall, unease coiled tighter in my stomach. What was happening to Lisa? I leaned against the cool wall, desperately willing the minutes to speed up, my mind racing through the possibilities. What if she were more hurt than I realized? I felt like a fool for not being more aware of her state. The guilt hung thick in the air, mingling with my fears about my own mess with Kate. Suddenly, Dr. Kenny emerged from the emergency room, his face serious but not grim. My breath caught; he had to have good news. “Mr. Santini, your wife is stable. She suffered from severe dehydration and stress, but we’ve started her on IV fluids. We’ll monitor her closely for a bit, and she should recover without complications.” I exhaled, relief flooding my body. “Thank you, Doctor. Can I see her?” “Soon, but first, I need to discuss som

Kate's POV The days that followed our strategic meeting blurred into a whirlwind of activity and anticipation. Every morning felt like a countdown to a confrontation I was both eager for and dreading. Each day, I fine-tuned my plans, meticulously preparing for the impending challenge that loomed like an inexorable storm on the horizon. Leo and I spent hours in my office, poring over documents and strategies, our collaboration gradually morphing into a formidable partnership. With every whispered idea and assertion, I found reassurance in his presence, a grounding balance to my fervid passion. Then came the day I had circled on my calendar an exclusive charity gala hosted by Andre and his family. It was an annual event that amassed the elite of society and offered the perfect backdrop for my vengeance. A means to catapult us back into the political arena of their world while shrouded in the guise of civility. The night arrived like a nightingale signaling spring after a long winter