All Chapters of The Billionaire's Sweet Revenge : Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

AlexanderI’m oddly impatient as I wait for Elena by the entrance of the restaurant. I told her I’d take her to the opening of our latest restaurant, and she told me she’d meet me here. I smile to myself when my limousine pulls up to the curb. I walk up to the passenger door and open it, my breath catching when I see her.She’s wearing a stunning black dress that hugs her figure beautifully, but it’s her eyes that get to me. It’s the way she looks at me like she and I are the only ones that are in on a secret.“You look beautiful,” I tell her as I help her out of the car. Elena smiles at me, and my heart skips a damn beat.“You don’t look so bad yourself,” she says, her eyes roaming over my body. “Though I think you’ll look even better on top of me tonight.”My eyes widen in shock and Elena smirks in satisfaction. She’s getting more and more brazen with the things she says to me lately. She loves provoking me, shocking me. I grin at her and pull her closer, kissing her right in front

AlexanderElena can’t stop staring at her engagement ring, and I can’t stop staring at her. The wind rustles her hair beautifully, and I’m glad we opted to have dinner on our terrace today. I can’t remember any woman ever cooking for me—it’s always a chef. Yet Elena, a woman that grew up in the same environment I did, cooks for me all the time. She takes the time to find out what my favorite dishes are and buys exotic ingredients to surprise me with. I’m not used to being taken care of this way.“It’s stunning,” she says, her eyes twinkling. “I wish I could show my mom.”Elena never ceases to amaze me. She refuses to give up on her mother, no matter how slim the odds are.“Do you think she’d like it?” I ask.Elena nods. “Yeah, it’s simple but so luxurious at the same time. Mom would definitely love this.”I smile at her. She lights up when she speaks of her mother, of her memories with her. “Tell me about your happiest childhood memory,” I say, my voice soft.Elena looks at me and tak

ElenaI’m restless in the morning, eager to see my mother. Lucian, Sofia, and Alec all look as tired as I do, as though none of us managed to get any sleep.“Mom is going to want to see Dad, isn’t she? How do I explain he isn’t here?”It would devastate her to find out he not only left her, but that he has married someone else already. “Oh God, how do I explain to her that I can’t even take her home?”My heart races, devastation and helplessness constricting my breathing. Alec walks up to me and cups my cheeks, keeping my eyes on his.“Baby, breathe,” he says. “You’re fine. She’s awake now, and that’s all that matters. The rest we can deal with, one step at a time.”Lucian rubs my back gently, his expression as torn as Alec’s. None of us know what the right thing to do is.“She needs to be informed,” Sofia says. “But not now, honey.”I nod at her, my heart aching for my mother. I’ve been wanting her to wake up for so long now, but I haven’t given much thought towhatshe’d be waking up

AlexanderI push Sarah’s wheelchair through the garden, stopping to admire different flowers. She loves the feeling of the sun on her face and the fresh air. I can’t blame her, she’s been cooped up in a room for years.We’ve converted one of the guest rooms on the ground floor into a fully equipped medical room for her, so at least we can keep her at home now. We got her an electric wheelchair too, and she’s enjoying being able to move around the house a little.It took almost two months before we could take her home from our private clinic, and even now she requires round-the-clock care. She’s had to learn how to breathe by herself again, how to speak again, and even how to eat. Watching Elena’s heart break every time her mother struggles to relearn something is tearing me apart.“I heard her, you know,” Sarah says, and I pause.She still struggles to move her limbs. In a way, she’s like a baby. Her body is mostly fine now, but she needs to relearn how to do basic tasks and how to ge

ElenaI look into the mirror, admiring my outfit. I opted for a maroon-colored pantsuit, and even I have to admit that it makes me look…powerful.“You look stunning,” Alec says, his eyes roaming over my body. I smile and walk up to him, fixing his matching maroon tie.I place my palms against his chest, my heart filled with gratefulness. “None of this would be possible without you.”He smiles and brushes my hair behind my ear. “Are you ready?” he asks.I nod. Three months. It’s been three months since we took my mother home. It took me that long to get all legal aspects in place.Alec holds my hand as we walk down the stairs. The entire ground floor is filled with men dressed in black suits, guns strapped to their waists. My mother stands in the middle, leaning on her cane, Sofia by her side. She still can’t walk well, and she can’t walk for long, but she’s getting there, slowly.She looks beautiful today, and every time she smiles at me, I’m still struck with disbelief. I almost lost