All Chapters of Revenge Of The Trillionaire Heiress : Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Ava’s POVIt was early morning when we all piled into the car, the sun just beginning to break over the horizon. Tristan, with a beaming smile plastered across his face, practically buzzed with excitement. We had planned this day for a while now; a little getaway, just the three of us. After everything that had happened, we needed a break. A time to just breathe, have fun, and remind ourselves that life wasn’t only filled with difficult moments.I glanced over at Andrew, who was quietly scrolling through his phone beside me in the back seat. He caught me watching him and smiled, the kind of smile that made my heart skip, soft and warm, making me feel safe. I had to admit, being with him felt different now. There was an ease between us, a sense of belonging I hadn’t allowed myself to fully feel before.“Where are we going again?” Tristan interrupted my thoughts, his eyes wide with excitement from his seat up front. He loved the front seat, even though I always insisted he should still

Derek’s POVI stayed seated on the edge of the hotel bed for what felt like hours, the silence suffocating me. The anger from discovering Annabel's betrayal simmered inside me, but it was the regret, the overwhelming guilt over Ava, that gnawed at me the most. It’s what I deserve, I treated Ava badly, so it’s my karma.How did I get here? How did I ruin everything for a woman who never cared about me? My mind kept flashing back to Ava. How she smiled when I told her I wanted a family, how her face fell when we years passed by and we had no child. We could have worked through that. We could have adopted or sought other options, but I was too caught up in my selfish desires.I walked out on her because she couldn't bear children. How low could I have sunk? The more I thought about it, the more disgusted I became with myself.I ran my hand through my hair again, gripping the strands at the roots. Maybe I should text her; no, call her. Hear her voice. Apologize. But would she even care? W

Andrew’s POVAs I strode down the corridor toward Ava’s office, anticipation bubbled in my chest. I had just finished a meeting and I was eager to hear about her meeting, especially because it was her ex husband’s company, it’s never easy for her, but she assured me she could handle it. My mind raced with possibilities, each one more thrilling than the last. I couldn’t shake the feeling that we were on the verge of something big, something that would solidify our partnership both personally and professionally.But as I reached her office door, that excitement turned to dread in an instant.I pushed the door open, and my heart dropped. There was Ava, pinned against the wall, her eyes wide with shock, and standing too close to her was Derek. His hand was on her shoulder, forcing her against the cold surface, his expression twisted with a mix of desperation and arrogance.I barely registered the flood of anger that surged through me. Without a second thought, I stormed into the office, e

Ava’s POVThe morning sun filtered through the hotel room curtains, casting a warm glow across the bed. I stirred awake, stretching my limbs as the soft rays nudged me from the depths of sleep. My first instinct was to reach for Andrew, who lay beside me, his face relaxed in slumber. I smiled, feeling grateful for the peaceful morning. Days like this were a rarity, and I wanted to savor every moment.“Andrew,” I whispered, gently shaking him. “It’s time to wake up.”He groaned, turning away from me, his tousled hair creating a messy halo around his head. “Five more minutes,” he mumbled.“Come on! We have to video call Tristan,” I urged, feeling a rush of excitement at the thought of seeing our son’s face. The separation was always tough, but video calls made it a little easier.He finally opened one eye, squinting at the light. “You’re right. Let’s do it.”After a few minutes of getting ready, we settled in front of my laptop. I hit the video call button, my heart fluttering with anti

Ava’s POVThe morning sun streamed through the windows, casting soft, golden light over the house. I woke to the sound of birds chirping outside and the familiar weight of Andrew beside me. Today was the day Tristan had been waiting for: his first day back at school. After everything that had happened, it felt like a small but important step forward for our family.I slipped out of bed quietly, careful not to wake Andrew. The house was still, and the only sound was the faint murmur of Tristan’s voice coming from his room. He had a habit of talking to himself when he was excited, and I smiled to myself as I walked down the hall to his room.Pushing the door open gently, I found him standing in front of his mirror, half-dressed in his school uniform, with his shoes on the wrong feet. His face lit up when he saw me.“Mom!” he shouted, his voice high with excitement. “I can’t believe it’s finally here! I’m going back to school!”I smiled and walked over, kneeling in front of him to fix hi