All Chapters of The Billionaire Heiress Revenge Comback : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

AstridRoom 108.My pulse quickened and my stomach twisted into knots as I stared at the big, bold number on the door.I clutched the room card, and a crumpled picture in my hand, the one that had been slipped under my car windshield at work. On the back of the picture was an address and a room number, and it looked like the photo had been taken from a distance. I would have ignored it and called it a stupid prank if the man in the picture wasn’t someone I recognized—my husband. In the picture, he was walking into a hotel with a woman, I tried to get a look on her face, but it was blurred.Normally, the first thing I did after seeing this was to call Nathaniel, but my calls went straight to voicemail. Switched off. Without thinking, I drove to the hotel.Every instinct told me to turn around, to leave, to have faith in my husband, but these past few months, Nathaniel had grown more distant. He spent so many late nights outside, that I only saw him at the hospital. What if it was not a

AstridA sharp sting erupted across my check as soon as the words left my lips. I stood there, stunned. My skin was stinging from the impact, but the pain was nothing like the emptiness in my chest.The two men I wanted love from the most had slapped me twice today, and the reason was my sister.My gaze flickered to my mother, but she looked away, her lips pressed into a thin line, pretending she hadn't seen anything.She was always indifferent when it came to me, her only focus was her second daughter. She would always make a fuss when something little happened to Serena, but she didn't even blink an eye when father raised his hand on me.I blinked, my vision blurred. The sudden ache in my chest was too hard to ignore. Why was it always Serena? I wasn't even asking for all their love. I just wanted them to treat me like I was their daughter, not some random child they picked from the street.Was that too much to ask?"Don't you dare talk to your sister that way!" My father growled. "

Astrid I groaned in pain at the relentless pounding in my head. It felt like someone was happily driving nails into the inside of my skull. Sunlight tickled my face, stabbing my eyes with its brightness. I used my palm to shield the light coming from the window."Two more minutes." I muttered, facing the other side of the bed, but I froze when my head slightly bumped into something hard....and warm.What a damn minute.My eyes shot open, and I found myself face to face with someone's chest. A naked man's chest. Fucking Christ. I jerked instinctively, but the pain that shot into my body made me freeze. Shit, it's like I'd been hit by a bulldozer.My blood ran cold, and my pulse quickened at that somewhat familiar discomfort between my legs. What was I saying? Even Nathaniel had never made me feel this way. I looked down to find myself naked.I turned my head slowly, forcing myself to look at the man responsible. My breath hitched at his attractive face. His body was still, chest raisi

Nathaniel I stood there, frozen, staring at Astrid as if I didn’t recognize the woman in front of me. The words she had just thrown at me echoed in my mind, each one sharper, more vicious than the last. She’d never spoken to me like this before. Never. Astrid had always been quiet, the perfect, dutiful wife. She would always control her tongue no matter how terrible my family and I treated her. But now......now she was staring at me with so much disgust and hatred in her eyes, as if she was looking at an insect. A scowl darkened my face, fists clenching at my sides as I fought to keep my anger under control. How dare she? Who does she think she is? She is just a clingy and ugly wife that had forgotten her place. I could divorce her myself, but grandfather would not approve. Yes, my grandfather. He was the reason I could never divorce this woman. There was no other reason. Nothing else. If I had the choice, I would have married Serena, a sexy model who matched my ideal type instea

Damien I stepped into the boardroom, my secretary trailing six feet behind me. The people who were already seated scrambled to their feet. I glanced at them briefly before taking my usual spot, signaling with a wave of my hand for everyone to sit down. My eyes drifted lazily to the floor-to-ceiling windows beside me, fingers tapping rhythmically against the leather armrest of my chair. The room was tense; no one dared to look me in the eye for more than a second, their gazes darting back to their papers, their screens—anywhere but at me. “The goal… today is to…” The head of marketing cleared his throat, attempting to push through his presentation. His voice wavered slightly. Normally, I might have given him a chance to finish, might have let him fumble his way through his notes with a slight air of tolerance. But not today. “I didn’t realize I’d hired a stutterer," I interrupted, my tone colder than the marble floors beneath my feet. "Or did your brain freeze in the Atlantic