Lahat ng Kabanata ng Once Dumped Like Trash, Now a Vengeful Heiress: Kabanata 51 - Kabanata 60

HOURS LATER•••Vernon hadn't slept a wink or left the hospital. He stayed by Calla's side through the long night, watching her chest rise and fall as she drifted in and out of consciousness.Sometimes, she would whisper his name in her sleep, her voice trembling and weak. And every time, his chest tightened painfully.Julian had arrived an hour after he got the call. He looked furious and Vernon couldn't tell if his anger came from being Calla's boss or from something deeper. Deep down, he secretly hoped it was just the first one and nothing else.Now, both men stood in the doctor's office, waiting for the full medical report. Vernon paced the room restlessly while Julian leaned against the door with his arms folded and his jaw tight."We finally got her test and X-ray results," The doctor said, opening the folder in his hands. "It's a miracle she survived what happened."Vernon stopped pacing. "What does it say?" "She suffered a mild concussion and several bruises to the head. Two o

Calla's voice softened as she continued, her gaze distant, as though she were watching the memories play out before her eyes."They never cared about me," She said quietly, her voice laced with bitterness. "All they ever wanted was an heir, a child to carry the King's name. But when they found out I was carrying twins, they wanted both. They locked me in that house, treated me like a prisoner, and humiliated me in every way they could. And all these while, Norman was absent."Vernon's expression hardened, his fists clenching by his sides. But he didn't say a word as Calla went on to describe the complications she faced before childbirth—how one of the twins hadn't survived, and how the surviving baby was cruelly taken from her. "To them, I wasn't a person. I was nothing. Just a tool they could throw away when they were done. And that was exactly what they did." Her lips trembled, though no tears fell from her bloodshot eyes. "They dumped me by the roadside, in the rain. I thought I w

A few minutes later, Calla flipped through the last few pages of the report, tapping her pen lightly on the table. Then she smiled and looked at everyone in the room. "I must say," She began, "The project has great potential. The structure, the concept, the figures, all of it looks... promising."Several executives exchanged satisfied glances. A few even nodded proudly, as though her approval had just validated months of hard work. But before anyone could speak, Calla's expression shifted. Her smile vanished, replaced by a calm blankness."However," She said, her voice slicing through the air like a blade, "I'll have to decline further continuation of this project."The room went silent.For a few seconds, the only sound was the faint hum of the projector. Then—"I'm sorry... what?" One of the executives stammered, blinking rapidly.Calla looked up from her papers, already expecting that reaction. She took her time closing the file, relishing the stunned faces staring back at her. Th

"You're talking like you're any better. Don't fûcking pretend this is about the boy." Norman said flatly, "You think I don't know what you were trying to do? Telling him you're traveling, hoping he'd ask questions, hoping I'd fûcking fold."Fiona froze."You wanted to use him as leverage. To make me say the words you're dying to hear. To make me second-guess the divorce." He took a step closer, his tone cutting deeper with each word. "You think dragging my son into this mess will change anything, Fiona? You think it'll suddenly change the fûcking contract you signed seven years ago?"Her lips parted slightly, but no words came out. For a long, tense moment, they just stared at each other, the silence between them louder than any argument could have been."You forget who you're dealing with, Fiona," He continued, taking another step closer. "You don't fûcking manipulate me with a seven-year-old's tears and expect to succeed."Anger and disbelief flashed in her eyes. "You heartless..."

Later that night, Calla found herself walking toward the deck where Julian stood alone, staring at the horizon. He looked every bit the man in control with his sleeves rolled up and a glass of whiskey in his hand.Calla hesitated for a long while before walking over. Vernon had gone inside to take a few business calls, and the thought of being alone with Julian made her heart race in a way she couldn't explain. It had been weeks since they'd had a proper conversation. At the hospital, there were always nurses, doctors, or Vernon around. Then, right after her discharge, he had left for a business trip that lasted a week. Now that they were finally alone, she couldn't help the nervous flutter in her chest.At the sound of her footsteps, Julian turned, his sharp gaze landing on her. The moment their eyes met, her heart skipped. There was something about the way he looked at her—like he could see right through every layer she tried to hide behind."You're still awake," She said awkwardly