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

Ava's POV. As I watched the morning sun peeking from the face of the earth, I knew I was going to be tired because I couldn't sleep a wink last night, my mind running through the thoughts of “what if?" What if Derick wasn't a match? What if he was, and they had the sugary? Would he try to act petty? Would he leave Triaten and me alone? Would he act maturely? Those were the thoughts running through my mind all night, and I'm so glad Andrew wasn't here, otherwise I might have heard a mouthful of lessons as to why I should try to sleep, or he would comfort me. He had gone to Boston for a quick business meeting that was urgent. He didn't want to leave, but I knew how long and hard they had been working towards that meeting, so I forced him to go. Now I kind of regret it but it's for the best he'll be back before I know.I sighed, “I need to sleep, my eyes are starting to hurt.” I said under my breath as I pulled the blanket over my head. Almost immediately, my phone started buzzing besi

Annabel's POV Annabel clenched her jaw, staring at the ticking hands of the clock with icy precision. Each second brought her closer to her plan's execution, and she relished the thought of tearing apart whatever little world Ava had built for herself. The thought of Derick with Ava, sneaking around and hiding things, stung her pride more than anything. She had fought too hard, given up too much, to let a ghost from Derick’s past undermine her.She picked up her phone, glancing at the last message from her contact. They’re scheduled to meet with the doctor in an hour.Her heart hammered with impatience, anger simmering beneath her composed exterior. The plan was set. All she needed was to confront Derick and force him to see where his loyalties should truly lie. But before she could put that in motion, she needed something more. She needed proof. Ava had always had this irritating air of innocence that disarmed people, but Annabel knew better. Ava was playing a game, and Annabel was

Annabel's POV.A chill settled over me as I finished the call, my contact’s words still ringing in my ears. Halloween. They’d postponed the surgery, and in the meantime, Ava had decided to take Tristan trick-or-treating. I could feel my fingers curl, digging into my palm as I mulled over the information. Perfect.I’d been biding my time, watching, waiting, as Ava pranced around like she was still part of Derick’s life. I knew he was back in New York and was company, but it didn't matter—this was my opportunity. With him out of the picture, there was no one to get in my way, no one to stop me from taking back what was mine.A slow, twisted smile crept onto my lips as I started planning. Ava thought she could slip away, take Tristan, and play house with him like I didn’t exist. But she was wrong. By the time I was finished, she’d know exactly where she stood—and who she was dealing with.I found out the kid's name only a few days ago—Tristan. I rolled the name around in my mind like a b

Andrew’s POV His excitement was infectious, and I could see he was already imagining his big Halloween night. The hospital trick-or-treating was fun, but I could tell that what really had him buzzing was the promise of going out in the real world, dressed in his superhero costume, running from house to house, collecting candy like every other kid. He deserved that experience, and I’d do everything in my power to make sure he got it.Ava’s smile lingered as she looked at Tristan, her eyes soft with love and relief, even if the worry still shadowed her thoughts. For now, though, we were giving Tristan the happiness he deserved.“Alright, my superhero,” Ava said, standing up and offering him her hand. “One more round of trick-or-treating, and then it’s time for bed. We’ve got to save some energy for the 31st, remember?”Tristan bounced on his toes, his little cape swaying behind him. “I’m ready!”We all laughed, heading out of the room again. Despite the challenges still ahead, we were givin

Annabel's POV. I made my way down the hospital corridor, nodding absently at a nurse as I passed. I stepped outside into the cool October air, the breeze lifting the edges of my hair. The day had that crisp, fresh feeling to it—like the world was holding its breath, waiting for what would happen next.I allowed myself a moment to stand there, to bask in the knowledge of what was about to unfold. Annabel thought she had the upper hand. She thought she could push me into a corner. But I had been prepared from the start, waiting patiently for the moment to strike back.I pulled my phone out again, scrolling through the messages until I found the one I’d been expecting after that call earlier. I stared at it for a few seconds, a wicked smile tugging at the corners of my lips as I read the words.Everything’s ready for tonight.Perfect.Tonight would be Halloween for Tristan. But for Annabel, it would be the night she regretted ever crossing me.Taking one last deep breath, I slipped the