All Chapters of BILLIONAIRE HEIRESS' REVENGE : Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

Chapter 41 Natalie’s POV There was something about the way Sebastian moved lately—slow, almost like he was carrying something heavy that nobody else could see. He’d sit down, pick up his phone, scroll through a few messages, and then put it down like it was something painful to hold. I noticed the change in him first at breakfast, then at dinner, and now it seemed to follow him everywhere, like a shadow only I could see.Today, we were sitting in the living room, and I couldn’t keep quiet any longer. I leaned back on the couch, watching him, trying to catch his gaze. He’d look up at me, give me a half-hearted smile, then quickly glance away, back to his phone or just down at his hands. That wasn’t like Sebastian. Normally, he’d give me one of his big, warm grins, the kind that made me feel like I was the only person in his world. But today, his world seemed to be somewhere else, somewhere far away from me. “Sebastian?” I said softly, my voice gentle but firm. He looked up, a bit

Chapter 43Sebastian's POVThe meeting with Samantha stayed in my head all night. I tried to shake it off, but it didn’t work. Her smile, her words, the way she talked—it was too smooth. Too perfect. People like Samantha didn’t change overnight. Hell, they didn’t change at all.I had returned home after a terrible meeting headed by mom and Samantha and I'd gladly proclaim it the worst meeting of my life.Natalie noticed I was off. She didn’t push, though. She never did. “You’ll figure it out,” she told me before bed. I nodded, but I didn’t know if I believed it.Come to think of it, it seemed as though this marriage of a thing we thought wouldn't see the end of day is what's being so flawless. I bless the day I met her.The next morning, I woke up tired. I’d barely slept. Natalie was still in bed, curled up under the blanket. I made coffee, hoping it’d help me think clearer.What was Samantha really up to? Was she trying to make Mom happy? Or was she playing some long game? Knowing he

Sebastian’s POVI stood there for a second after she handed me the piece of paper, just staring at the address on it. Natalie was still sitting, her hands shaking, her face pale. I knew she was scared, but I couldn’t show it. I had to be calm. For her, at least.“What did he say exactly?” I asked, trying to sound normal.I didn’t like the way she looked at me. Like she was waiting for some kind of reassurance I couldn’t give her. There was a part of me that wanted to tell her it was nothing, that she didn’t need to worry. But I knew better than that. This wasn’t nothing.“He... he said you need to meet someone,” she said, her voice trembling. “That if you don’t, things will get bad. Really bad.”I folded the paper again, shoving it into my pocket. “Don’t worry about it, okay? I’ll take care of it.”I hated saying that. Hated lying to her, but what else could I do? I couldn’t tell her the truth—not yet. I needed to figure this out first. It didn’t matter who this guy was or why he was

Chapter 47: Natalie’s POV“Look who see here, Natalie. ” Iris said, her voice dripping with sarcasm.I froze mid-step, the sound of her voice hitting me like a slap. My heart sank as I turned to face the one person I had hoped to avoid for the rest of my life - my sister, Iris. Standing beside her, with a smug smirk fixed on his face, was Alfred. The unrepentant asshole.My jaw clenched, but I forced myself to stay calm. “Iris,” I said evenly, trying not to let my voice shake. “Alfred.”“Didn’t think we’d bump into each other so soon,” Iris said, crossing her arms. She was wearing a sleek, overpriced dress that screamed money, her long nails painted a shade of red that matched her lipstick. Everything about her was polished and sharp, just like her personality.Alfred, on the other hand, looked as smug as ever. His expensive watch glinted under the mall lights, and he had that same arrogant air about him that I used to find charming—until I learned the hard way how deceptive it was.“W

Natalie~~~~~~I sat on the couch, staring at the empty coffee cup in my hand. The room was quiet, but my mind wasn’t. It kept replaying the moment I saw Iris and Alfred today. The smug look on Iris’s face, the way Alfred stood there like nothing had happened between us. It made my stomach turn.I put the cup down on the table and leaned back, closing my eyes. I needed to think, to plan, but all I could feel was anger. No, not just anger - betrayal, frustration, everything mixed together. I felt like I was sinking in it.The door opened, and I heard Sebastian’s footsteps before I even looked up. He walked in, his coat around his arm, and stopped when he saw me.“You look terrible,” he said, blunt as ever.“Thanks,” I muttered. “Just what I needed to hear.”He dropped his coat on the chair and sat across from me. “What happened?”I sighed, rubbing my temples. “I saw them today.”“Them?”“Iris and Alfred,” I said, my voice shaking a little. “They were together. All over the place like no