All Chapters of Gina's Revenge: Return of the Heiress : Chapter 161 - Chapter 166

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Chapter 161

Gina's Revenge: Return of the Heiress /Kay-D

Gina's POV It had been two days since we arrived at the estate, and I still woke up every morning feeling like I was living in a dream. The peace out here was different—softer, deeper. No emails to answer, no buzzing phones, no looming responsibilities. Just me, Alex, and the gentle lull of the sea beyond our window.That evening, golden sunlight poured through the wide kitchen windows, casting a warm amber glow across the polished marble counters. Alex stood next to me in an apron, his sleeves rolled up and a playful grin on his face as he tried to chop vegetables without losing a finger.“Careful,” I giggled, stepping closer and nudging his elbow. “That carrot’s not going to slice itself.”“Hey,” he protested with mock offense, “I’m improving.”“Oh really?” I raised an eyebrow. “Last night you burned the garlic bread.”“That was the oven’s fault,” he said, feigning innocence, then leaned in to kiss my cheek. “But I must say, cooking with my beautiful wife makes me a much better che

Last Updated : 2025-04-17

Chapter 162: Hidden Passage

Gina's Revenge: Return of the Heiress /Kay-D

Gina's POV The morning sun spilled through the sheer curtains, casting golden streaks across the soft sheets. I stirred, my body still tingling from last night’s passion, my heart swelling with a sense of fulfillment I never thought possible. Alex was still asleep, one arm draped possessively over my waist, his bare chest rising and falling in a steady rhythm.I turned slightly to look at him. Even in sleep, he looked so peaceful—so *mine*. A small smile curved on my lips, and I carefully eased out of bed, not wanting to wake him. The cool air kissed my skin as I wrapped a silk robe around myself and padded across the room.The house was quiet, still wrapped in the serenity of morning. I made my way to the kitchen to fix a cup of tea. As I sipped it slowly, I couldn’t help but glance out the window. The estate was even more beautiful in the morning light. Birds flitted across the treetops, and the ocean glimmered in the distance, like a sheet of liquid glass.After finishing my tea,

Last Updated : 2025-04-17

Chapter 163: Secrets of the Grandfather

Gina's Revenge: Return of the Heiress /Kay-D

Gina's POV I sat on the balcony, the salty sea breeze tangling in my hair as I cradled my grandfather’s worn leather journal in my lap. The distant sound of waves kissing the shore served as a gentle rhythm, but my heart was anything but calm. I had found the journal that morning, tucked away in a hidden drawer of an old writing desk in the study—almost like it had been waiting for me all these years.My fingers traced the soft, cracked edges of the cover before I opened it again. The pages were yellowed, stained in places, and the ink had faded in some spots, but the voice of my grandfather leapt off the page with startling clarity.At first, the entries were mundane—daily musings, observations about the estate, even notes on weather. But a few pages in, the tone shifted. His writing became more introspective, poetic almost. And then, her name appeared for the first time.Evelyn.I whispered it aloud like it was a spell, one that summoned curiosity, confusion, and a tinge of heartbr

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Chapter 164: Further secrets

Gina's Revenge: Return of the Heiress /Kay-D

Gina's POV My fingers trembled slightly as I opened another old journal. It felt almost sacred, like I was stepping into a part of him that no one had touched in decades. The first few entries were ordinary—accounts of weather, estate affairs, his travel notes—but soon, things took a mysterious turn._"May 14th, 1892. Evelyn came to visit today. She looked tired… no, haunted. I offered her tea, but she refused. I asked about the child. She wouldn’t speak of it. Her silence is beginning to scare me."_Flipping through more pages, I found her name again and again. Evelyn. The entries were always emotionally charged—sometimes sorrowful, sometimes angry, often confused. He never wrote her full name, only cryptic initials or a small sketch of a flower beside her name. A violet._"June 3rd, 1893. Evelyn is leaving for good. Says she can’t live under this roof with secrets buried deeper than the soil. I begged her to stay. Told her the child had a right to know. But she turned away."_Child

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Chapter 165: Bloodline Dispute

Gina's Revenge: Return of the Heiress /Kay-D

Gina’s POV (Next Morning)The morning sun filtered through the gauzy curtains of the estate bedroom, casting a golden glow across the polished floors and soft linens. I stretched lazily, the memory of last night’s peace still wrapped around me like a warm blanket. It had been a week of romance, serenity, and the kind of joy I’d once thought was only reserved for fairy tales.But fairytales, I’ve learned, always come with a twist.I was in the sunroom, curled up on a plush ivory armchair, reading one of Grandpa Victor’s old leather-bound novels. The soft sound of waves in the distance lulled me, the scent of salt air and blooming gardenias wafting through the open French doors. I was just beginning to relax when Lana’s voice rang through the hallway.“Ma’am, there’s a letter addressed to you. It’s marked urgent”I frowned. “Urgent?” I echoed, rising to meet her at the hallway.Lana handed me a thick envelope, her face unreadable. It bore an expensive-looking seal—black wax with an int

Last Updated : 2025-04-19

Chapter 166: The Pregnancy Complication

Gina's Revenge: Return of the Heiress /Kay-D

Gina's POV The morning began like any other.Alex had just returned from a phone call with our lawyer, his expression tired but optimistic. The challenge from Victor Wells, the man claiming to be Evelyn’s son, was still looming over us like a thundercloud—but we had a plan. We were fighting back. That alone gave me some comfort.I stood in the bathroom, brushing my hair in slow, gentle strokes. The scent of lavender soap still lingered on my skin from my bath, and sunlight filtered through the windows, dappling the marble floors with gold. I should have felt calm, at peace even. But there was a pressure behind my ribs I couldn’t explain—something tight and uneasy that had been brewing since I woke up.Maybe it was the mental stress.Maybe it was something else.I placed a hand on my belly and whispered softly, “We’re going to be okay, little one. Mommy’s just overthinking again.”But the reassurance felt hollow in my throat.Later that morning, I joined Alex for breakfast in the din

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