All Chapters of The Gold Maker Ex's Revenge: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

Ruel leaned back against the velvet couch, watching with barely contained amusement as Gabriel Jimenez sat beside Aurora. His presence alone commanded every eye in the room.Aurora, standing at the center of it all, was unreadable. Calm. Controlled. Like she had anticipated every second of this night.Lucian, however, wasn’t nearly as composed. His jaw was tight, his shoulders stiff—his gaze flickering between Gabriel and Ruel with suspicion.Ruel’s lazy smirk widened as he studied Gabriel. “So, you’re the Gabriel Jimenez.” He whistled, shaking his head. “I have to admit, I wasn’t expecting you to actually show up. I figured our lovely Aurora here was bluffing.”Gabriel barely spared him a glance. His attention was solely on Aurora.“I don’t like wasting time,” Gabriel said smoothly. “You asked for my presence, and I’m here. Now, let’s get to business.”Aurora turned to Ruel, her voice unwavering. “Give me Ethan Calloway.”Ruel raised an eyebrow. “Just like that?” He gestured lazily w

The warm glow of the hotel suite’s lamps cast a soft light over the room as Aurora stepped out of the bathroom, rubbing her damp hair with a towel. The city skyline stretched beyond the floor-to-ceiling windows, twinkling like a blanket of stars. It was quiet, save for the distant hum of traffic below.Lucian sat on the edge of the bed, his back turned to her, deep in thought. His shirt was unbuttoned, his tie loosened, his usually sharp demeanor dulled by exhaustion. The weight of everything they had gone through was finally settling in.Aurora watched him for a moment before walking over, tossing the towel onto a nearby chair. “You’re quiet,” she noted.Lucian glanced at her, his expression unreadable. “I’m just… thinkin

The ride to the hospital felt endless, even though Lucian drove like a man on a mission. The silence inside the car was heavy—thick with unspoken fear and the pounding rhythm of Aurora’s heart. Her fingers twisted in her lap, her nails digging into her palms as she stared out the window without really seeing anything.Lucian reached over, his warm hand covering hers. “He’s going to be okay,” he said quietly, his voice steady, but she heard the worry there too.Aurora didn’t answer—couldn’t. She just nodded and held on tighter.When they arrived at the hospital, the harsh scent of antiseptic hit her immediately, and the fluorescent lights overhead felt cold and unforgiving. The waiting room was full of muted voices and the occasional beep of medical equipment, but all Aurora saw was her mother.Carmela sat in one of the plastic chairs, her face pale and drawn, hands trembling in her lap. When she saw Aurora, she stood up and rushed into her arms, the force of her fear and sorrow hitt

Aurora felt a wave of relief knowing her father was awake, but the heaviness in her chest made everything around her seem bleak and lifeless. The sound of her heels clicked sharply against the cold, sterile hospital floor as she and Lucian rushed toward the ICU. Her heart pounded harder with every step.Outside the glass doors, her mother, Carmela, stood waiting. Her face was pale and streaked with tears, and the moment she saw Aurora, she broke into fresh sobs, clutching her daughter’s hands tightly.“Mom, what happened?” Aurora asked, her voice trembling.Carmela wiped at her eyes, trying to calm herself enough to speak. “He’s stable for now,” she said shakily. “But the doctor said he needs rest… he insisted on seeing you, though. He’s been asking for you since he woke up.”Aurora felt her knees weaken — a mixture of fear and hope tangling inside her. Lucian’s warm hand pressed against the small of her back, grounding her. She nodded, taking a deep breath to steady herself.“I’ll se

The house felt heavier now.Even with the constant flow of visitors coming and going, the Lancaster mansion had taken on a suffocating stillness — a quiet that wrapped around its grand halls like a shroud. Aurora wandered through it, numb and distant, like she was floating through a dream she couldn’t wake up from.But reality pressed in with every step.Today was the last day of the wake, and tomorrow… tomorrow, they would bury her father.The thought made her chest tighten, but she forced herself to keep moving. There was still so much she didn’t know — so much she needed to know — and she couldn’t keep ignoring the unease coiling inside her.She found her mother in the sitting room, the firelight casting long shadows across Carmela’s delicate face. She looked smaller than usual, fragile in a way Aurora wasn’t used to seeing. The loss had aged her, draining the color from her skin and the life from her eyes.For a long time, they sat in silence. Just two women trying to hold themse