All Chapters of The Billionaire Heiress Revenge Comback : Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

Aurora I had been tempted, tempted all over again like a loop by this man. Every time, I told myself I wouldn’t give in. I gave stupid reasons why I hadn’t yet surrendered to the pull, why I hadn’t let this man take me and fuck me the way I wanted. The reasons were endless—his arrogance, his unpredictable nature, the way he screamed danger. And the most important reason was myself—I didn’t trust any man. I had no idea why. After all, I’d never been heartbroken by one before. Yet, I still found myself limiting the way I communicated with them. But right now? Right now, I couldn’t remember any single reason. His lips were on mine, firm yet gentle, demanding yet soft, and I couldn’t think of anything else. My fingers raked through his soft black hair, the strands sliding between them like silk, pulling him even closer as I kissed him deeply. His hands were on my waist, gripping me tightly as if he were afraid I’d pull away again. This time, I didn’t. His lips lef

Aurora I opened my mouth to respond, but no words came out. What could I possibly say? Thank you for giving me the best orgasm of my life? I pressed my lips together, embarrassed even by the thought. Instead, I did what I usually did in uncomfortable situations—I kept quiet. I avoided his gaze, letting my eyes dart anywhere but at him, pretending that the tension between us wasn’t suffocating. Deciding it was time to salvage what little dignity I had left, I stood up from the desk. Or at least, I tried to. The moment my feet touched the floor, my legs buckled beneath me. A rush of warmth spread through my body as I realized I couldn’t feel my legs properly, not after everything he’d just done to me. I stumbled, my balance giving out, but before I could hit the ground, his arms were around me. “Careful,” He muttered, holding me by the waist, and pulling me against him. I looked up at him, my heart pounding wildly in my chest. His eyes locked onto mine, and for a

Aurora Did I just feel bad? Me? Aurora Williams? Impossible. Why would I feel bad when I didn’t even do anything wrong? I sighed inwardly, crossing my arms as my thoughts spiraled. But why do I hate the idea of him hearing about another man bringing me home? It wasn’t like I owed him anything. I didn’t. I wasn’t his girlfriend, his wife, or even anything close to it. So why was my chest tightening at the idea? Why did I feel this ridiculous pang of guilt? I must’ve hit my head on something. Or maybe… maybe it was the way he kissed me. The way he made me feel. That overwhelming sensation, the pleasure that still lingered on my skin like an imprint. Was it really that good? I bit my lip, heat crawling up my neck. No. It wasn’t just good. It was incredible. It was enough to completely scramble my brain, apparently. Because here I was, getting worked up over a man who wasn’t even mine. And for the first time in my life, I wasn’t sure if that fact bothered me… or sca

Damien I stepped into my grandfather’s room, the faint aroma of freshly brewed tea filling the air. He sat beside the window, gazing out at the hospital grounds below. Patients and their families walked back and forth, some chatting, others lost in their thoughts. From this view, you could see it all—life continuing in its chaotic rhythm. "Don't you think that was too much?" my grandfather said without turning around. “You're too hard on the poor girl. She was waiting for you all this time.” I waved my hand dismissively, walking over to the chair next to him. “She waited for nothing,” I said indifferently, settling into the seat. He glanced at me briefly before setting his cup of tea down on the small table beside him. Without a word, I reached for the teapot and poured another cup, sliding it toward him. He nodded his thanks, and for a moment, the room was silent except for the faint clinking of porcelain and the muffled sounds from outside the window. I stared at the cup of tea

Aurora I stared up at the massive hospital in front of me, The building was both inviting and intimidating. It was slightly larger than my brother’s hospital, which was not surprising, given its history. This place had been around for decades, building its reputation as not just a place of healing but also one of hope. Known for its work with patients who couldn’t afford treatment, it stood out in a world where healthcare was often ruled by greed. But, more than anything, this hospital was known for him. Dr. Nathaniel Davis. The surgeon everyone adored. The media’s golden boy. The man who seemed to embody perfection every time he appeared on TV or in interviews, his kind smile and composed personality made people swoon. A family man, a husband material and the perfect father. Trust me, I could say more, after all I had done my research. I ran a hand through my blonde hair, letting out a quiet sigh. We agreed to meet after that day and I was the one who set the time and th