Semua Bab The Betrayed Heiress And The Billionaire: Bab 51 - Bab 60

Astrid's POVEver since Eliza had told me to be careful with Tiffany, I had been on edge in my husband's house. Each time I saw her, I would try to study her subtly and make sure that I could prove Eliza wrong.It was easy to do so because Tiffany didn't show signs of someone who was planning anything. Just like Damien had ordered, she minded her business, only speaking to him when absolutely necessary—not like he responded. The man would remain silent, and when I glared at him, he'd give a one-worded reply, and that would be all.I doubted that she really had something planned. According to Eliza, Tiffany, just a few months ago, had tried to return to Damien's life, but by then, she was still an alcoholic."There is no way someone can change so fast, okay? Don't even think about it. It's not possible. I know this woman—she has reasons for coming here, and you have to be careful not to fall into her trap," Eliza had warned me.Tiffany said she returned because she was dying and wanted

Damien's POVI rolled my eyes. Now what did she want?"Fiona, how can I help you?"A loud sigh met my ears. "Damien, I thought we agreed to be less formal with each other. Come on, we aren’t strangers anymore."I cringed when I heard her call my name in what she probably thought was a sultry voice. Her desperate tone was evident even over the phone. Having dealt with my sick mother's case today, Fiona was just adding to the headache that was already forming in my brain."Fiona, I'm really not in a good position to chit-chat right now. Is everything okay? Why did you call?""Uh... You don't want to talk to me? Is that it?" she whines, making me groan."That's not the case. I'm just busy. Can we talk another–""No, it's okay," she cut me off. Nobody had the right to cut me off. Only Astrid. "I see now how you prioritize people. It's Astrid, isn't it? You must be with her. You lied to me about wanting to divorce her."I fisted my hands tight, squeezing my phone so hard I'm surprised it d

Astrid's POVI believe I was getting really better at pretending everything was fine, maybe because I knew I couldn't risk Damien knowing the plans my grandma and dad had. I had to be sure.Adrian told me not to let Damien know because he would get really protective, and we would not uncover many truths. I was willing to give it a shot at keeping quiet, and I did hope it turned out perfectly."Are you ready, honey?" Damien asked, wrapping his arms around my waist as he tilted my head to give him access to my neck so he could plant his face there."I am, but can't we just stay at home? Must we go?" I didn't even know where we were going."Yes, we must go because I have something for you."I groaned, letting him hold my hand and take me out with him.Tiffany was fine. She had left the hospital a while back, and Damien had done a complete 180 in how he treated her. While he didn't hug her or do what a mother and son would normally do, he was really nice and tolerated her, letting her sit

Astrid’s POV"Oh my God, Damien, I'm so sorry. You don't have to say it anymore if you don't want to," I muttered, my voice cracking.Of all the things I would have expected him to say, this wasn't among them. Maybe I was waiting for him to say he was just naturally scared of thunder or maybe the rain. I didn't even know what I was expecting—just anything but this."No," he shook his head. "I think it's time I tell someone. I've bottled it up enough, and I think that's the reason why it bothers me so much."He was my husband, and if he insisted, then I was going to be his shoulder to cry on.I walked closer to him, pulled his hand, and led him toward the bedroom. We leaned against the headboard, me rubbing small circles on his palm."Tiffany had just started what she was doing a few years earlier. I had a sister nobody knew about except us. She had Down syndrome, and Tiffany didn't like it. I want to believe that was the reason she began doing everything.She and Dad quarreled a lot a

Astrid's POVMy grandmother wanted to kill me.That was the only thought running through my head as I sat with Eliza and Adrian in a booth at a small café, which had become mine and Adrian's meeting place."But why would my grandmother want to kill me? I thought she liked me. Why? Nothing is making sense anymore," I groaned, laying my head on the table.Eliza sighed, a soft smile on her lips as she placed her hand over mine. "I thought about something last week, I just didn't know if it would be what's really happening... I just don't want to say something I'm not certain of.""Eliza, now is not the time to keep things to yourself because you're not certain. If you think you know anything that could be a clue, let's hear it. Who knows?" Adrian told her, and I nodded."You're right. Well, the thing is, you were the heir to your grandfather's business, right? Before your father managed to forge documents and give the company to Fiona instead. It's not like she's doing a good job at it,