All Chapters of Revenge Of The Trillionaire Heiress : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

The house was quiet, wrapped in the kind of peaceful silence that comes when the world outside has gone to sleep. Tristan had been in bed for hours, and now, it was just Ava and I, sitting together on the couch, the low hum of the TV in the background. We weren’t watching it, though. Instead, we were both lost in thought, letting the quiet moments stretch between us, filled with all the things unsaid.I stole a glance at her, the way she leaned against the couch, her legs tucked beneath her, a soft, relaxed smile playing on her lips. Her hair, long and loose, fell in soft waves around her shoulders. She looked at peace, something I hadn’t seen in a long time. Not since the days when we were just friends, long before things had gotten complicated.I still couldn’t believe it sometimes; how we’d ended up here. Living together for seven years, raising her son like he was mine, all while keeping my feelings buried deep inside. Four years. Four long years since I’d realized I was in love w

I walked down the hallway, trying to shake off the heaviness left behind from my confrontation with Derek. My pulse was still racing, a mix of anger and frustration bubbling just beneath the surface. I hated how easily he could pull those emotions out of me, even after all this time. But I wouldn’t let him win. Not today.As I approached my office, I noticed something unsettling, people were staring at me. It wasn’t the direct kind of stare, but more the subtle glances exchanged between coworkers as I passed. A few of them pretended to be working, tapping away at their keyboards or pretending to organize files, but their eyes would shift to me the moment they thought I wasn’t looking. It wasn’t the kind of stare that meant I had done something wrong, but it was a stare.“Good morning Ma’am” Nikolai greeted me smiling“Hey!” I say, not realizing how distracting my thoughts were.“Congratulations” he smiles“Well, that’s new, why? And why am I getting so many stares?” I ask him“I think

The living room was quiet, save for the occasional sound of Andrew flipping through the pages of a magazine. I was curled up on the couch, sipping tea, letting the warmth of the moment soothe the remnants of the anxiety that had plagued me all day. Tristan was resting upstairs, and it felt like, for the first time in what seemed like forever, things were finally calming down.“You know,” Andrew said, breaking the silence, “we should take Tristan on a trip once he’s feeling better. Somewhere peaceful, away from all this chaos.”I smiled at the thought. “I think he’d love that. He’s been asking about visiting the mountains for a while now.”Andrew nodded, his eyes soft as he glanced over at me. “We could make it happen. Just the three of us.”I opened my mouth to respond, but before I could say anything, a loud, heart-stopping thud echoed from upstairs, followed immediately by a cry of pain; Tristan’s cry. My heart dropped. In an instant, Andrew and I were both on our feet, rushing to

The fluorescent lights of the hospital room were now a fading memory, replaced by the comforting chaos of home. I stood in the kitchen, the familiar scent of coffee mingling with the soft sounds of Tristan’s laughter echoing from the living room. Andrew had stayed home with him, and I could hear their playful banter drifting through the open doorway, a much-needed balm for my worn out nerves.Tristan was feeling better after his hospital stay; he had regained his energy and was back to his spirited self. But I couldn’t shake the anxiety that had settled in my chest ever since we received the news about his condition. I had refused to let a random person be a potential donor. The thought of some stranger being responsible for my son’s health was unbearable. So when the doctor had called to inform me that my bone marrow didn’t match Tristan’s, nor did Andrew’s, I felt a new wave of hopelessness wash over me. “Mom, come play!” Tristan’s voice rang out, pulling me from my thoughts. “Ju

Andrew’s POVLater that week, we gathered at the hospital for the procedure. The waiting room buzzed with activity, a mixture of anxious parents and cheerful children. I sat beside Ava, holding her hand tightly. The fear of the unknown gnawed at me as I watched Tristan playing on his tablet, seemingly unfazed by the situation.“Are you okay?” Ava asked, her voice soft as she leaned closer to me.“I will be,” I replied, forcing a smile. “I just want him to be alright.”“Me too,” she sighed, her eyes darting to Tristan. “But he’s in good hands. At least Derek has offered to help, I just hope it doesn’t yield to anything more.”“Yeah, I hope so too” I agreed, watching as Derek interacted with Tristan, his demeanor surprisingly gentle and encouraging. Eventually, the nurse came out, calling for Tristan. “It’s time, buddy,” I said, kneeling beside him. “Are you ready?”Tristan nodded, his face a mix of excitement and nervousness. “I think so!”“Remember, we’re right here with you,” Ava as