All Chapters of The Billionaire Heiress Revenge Comback : Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

Aurora “Are you okay?” I didn’t fully understand what had just happened. My chest still felt tight, my breaths shaky, but my mind was racing with one thought: That was a memory. A memory of my past. It wasn’t the first time I’d seen it. It used to be a constant dream. That wasn’t surprising. The surprising part was that what had happened wasn’t a dream—it was a flashback. This was the first time something like this had happened to me. And that terrified me. I sighed, closing my eyes briefly as I tried to pull myself together. Something was wrong, and I couldn’t ignore it anymore. Deep down, I knew what it meant. Something inside me had shifted, and a part of me knew—I was going to remember everything soon. The idea filled me with both anticipation and dread. Did I even want to remember? I didn’t know whether to be happy about the possibility or scared of what I’d find. “Miss Aurora,” his voice came again, snapping me out of my spiraling thoughts. I looked up at the brea

Aurora I held Finn’s hand and guided him to a seat near the front. The chairs were lined neatly in rows, each one filled with parents and their kids chatting quietly. As I sat down, Finn climbed into the seat on my left, swinging his little legs happily as he hummed a random tune under his breath. Alexander followed behind us, and just as he was about to take the seat to my right, Felix made his move. Quick as a flash, Felix let go of Finn’s hand, darted past Alexander, and plopped himself firmly into the seat between us. I blinked, caught off guard, while Alexander raised an eyebrow, clearly amused. Felix crossed his arms, leaning back in the chair as if daring Alexander to try and reclaim the spot. Alexander chuckled softly, the sound low and rich. Without a word, he took the seat next to Felix, his posture relaxed as if nothing had happened. I turned to Alexander, shaking my head with an apologetic smile. “I’m so sorry about Felix. He’s not usually like this.” Befo

Aurora “Aurora?” Someone called my name, but I ignored it. My eyes were locked on the woman in front of me. Her overly sweet smile, the way she stood with an air of arrogance. It was grating on every nerve in my body. I could feel my breathing growing labored, my fists clenched so tightly at my sides that my nails dug into my palms. Every instinct in me screamed to wipe that smug look off her face. To snap. To make her regret approaching me. Kill, kill, kill. The words echoed in my mind, relentless and rhythmic, like the chorus of a dark song. And I had no idea why. Why was I feeling this way? What had she done to awaken such a murderous instinct within me? I didn’t even realize how close I was to losing control until a tiny hand slipped into mine. “Mom?” The small voice broke through the haze. I blinked and looked down, meeting Felix’s concerned gaze. “Are you okay?” he asked, watching me carefully. I froze, suddenly aware that everyone was staring at me. A

Aurora “Sweet dreams.” I muttered, pressing a soft kiss to both Finn and Felix's foreheads, feeling their warmth against my lips. Finn snored quietly, his legs tangled with Felix's as they slept peacefully, his tiny body hugging his brother. A surge of warmth filled my chest, and for a moment, the weight of the world seemed to lift. I made sure the blanket was tucked around them, securing them in their safe little world. Just as I was about to leave, I felt Felix's small hand wrap around my fingers. I froze, looking down at him. His eyes were still sleepy, his hand grasping mine tightly. "How are you feeling, Mom?" he mumbled, his voice thick with sleep. I smiled softly, brushing a lock of hair from his forehead. "I'm fine, sweetheart. Go back to sleep, okay?" He nodded and closed his eyes, his small hand slipping from mine as he relaxed back into his pillow. I sat there for a moment, making sure both of them were settled before quietly slipping out of the room. I closed the d

Aurora “I’m telling you, she is scary. I know she might seem perfect, but one look in her eyes and her cold words would make you freeze.” “What did you do? Did you mess something up?” “Of course not. I’ve been a nurse for five years—I don’t make mistakes. I never do. But she was…” The younger nurse lowered her voice. “She didn’t even need to complain. The way she looked at me, the curt remarks—far worse than if she’d yelled.” I stopped in my tracks, their whispered conversation catching my attention as I approached the nurse's station. Who were they talking about? Shaking my head, I stepped forward and reached for the files on the desk. Both nurses froze instantly, their conversation cutting off as if someone had flipped a switch. I flipped through the files, scanning the names until I found the one I was looking for: Mr. Russo. I glanced up at the older nurse, “Have you taken Mr. Russo’s BP today?” She straightened, “Yes, Doctor Aurora. His BP was high, but it’s