Semua Bab Gina's Revenge: Return of the Heiress : Bab 91 - Bab 100

Gina's POV I walked into my house, dropping my bag on the floor. I was exhausted from a long day at work. As I made my way to the kitchen to grab a glass of water, I remembered that I hadn't spoken to Elena in a while.I quickly grabbed my phone and dialed her number. She picked up on the second ring."Gina! Oh my god, it's so great to hear from you!" Elena exclaimed.I chuckled. "Hey, Elena. I'm sorry I haven't called you in a while. How have you been?""I've been good, Gina. But I've had some trouble," Elena said, her voice serious."What kind of trouble?" I asked, my instincts on high alert."Julian and his friends sent some men to capture me," Elena said, her voice shaking.I gritted my teeth. "Those bastards. I'm so sorry, Elena. Are you okay?""Yeah, I'm fine. I managed to escape," Elena said.I took a deep breath. "Elena, I think it's time for you to get out of the country. I want you to fly to Asia."There was a pause on the other end of the line. "Asia? But why, Gina?""Beca

Gina's POVI sat at my desk, staring at my phone with a mixture of concern and frustration. It had been over a week since I last heard from Elena, and I was starting to get worried. I had asked her to go to Asia, to get her out of the country and away from Julian and Lily's reach. But now, for the past three days, I've been having a feeling that I might have made a mistake. I dialed Elena's number again, hoping that she would pick up this time. But as the phone rang and rang, I knew that something was wrong. I tried calling her again, but it went straight to voicemail.Just as I was about to give up, I decided to try one more time. I dialed the number, and this time, a man's voice answered."Hello?" he growled.My heart skipped a beat as I realized that this wasn't Elena's voice. "Who is this?" I demanded. "Where is Elena?"The man chuckled, a cold, menacing sound. "Oh, if it's not the famous Regina Saxton. I've been waiting for your call. Elena is...indisposed at the moment. And if

Gina's POV The thought of Elena's safety rummaged my mind. It's funny how Julian and his minions thought they could get to me through capturing Elena. They couldn't even raise the stakes, just asked for common five hundred thousand dollars. Always making it obvious that they were low and penniless. Well, I'll give them what they're asking for. So that they can feed with it. Five hundred thousand dollars. A mere fraction of what I had in my accounts. Money was never the issue—decisions were. And I had just made one. I didn’t hesitate as I dialed the number. The call barely rang before a gruff voice answered. “Let me guess, you have it?” “Yes,” I replied, my voice steady. “Send me the details.” A second later, a text came through. I opened my banking app, entered the numbers, and authorized the transaction. Just like that, half a million dollars vanished from my account. Not that it mattered. Money flowed in and out of my life like water. But this wasn’t about money. This w

Julian's POVI gripped the steering wheel so tightly my knuckles turned white. My jaw clenched as I replayed the argument with Lily and Monica in my head for the hundredth time. It was the same thing every damn day. Lily’s sharp words. Monica’s disapproving glances. Their constant complaints, their nagging voices ringing in my ears long after I had left the house. "You never spend time at home anymore, Julian." "You're always stressed, and you're taking it out on Lily!" "Maybe if you actually listened, your business wouldn't be falling apart!" That last one had come from Monica. And it had taken every ounce of self-control not to snap right then and there. She had no idea what I was dealing with. No idea how hard I was fighting to keep my company from sinking. My funding was drying up. Investors were pulling out. My financial team had warned me that if I didn’t secure new capital soon, I’d be looking at bankruptcy within the next year. And now, on top of everything

Gina's POVI hated being played. The moment I made the connection between Elena’s so-called kidnapping and her own house, I knew she had staged the entire thing. But knowing wasn’t enough—I needed proof. Cold, hard evidence that would expose her little game and put me back in control. I reached for my phone and dialed the number of the man who had just sent me the address. He picked up after the first ring. “Yes, ma’am?” “I need you to track the kidnapper’s phone number,” I said without preamble. “Find out who he is.” There was a brief silence on the other end before he responded. “I’ll get to work immediately.” “Good. I’ll be waiting.” I ended the call and leaned back in my chair, tapping my fingers against the desk. The anticipation burned through me like acid. I hated waiting, but this was a game of patience now. I needed the full picture before making my next move. All because of this investigation thing, I didn't go to work today. Wat would be the essence of going