Reborn Heiress: Taking Back What Is Rightfully Hers!-Chapter 725 - 144

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Everett? That stiff, serious guy just confessed to her... in a text?

No, he wasn’t stiff—at least not with her. He was just cold to everyone else. She remembered the two nights they spent in the forest and the temple—he’d been funny, sharp-tongued, bold...

Aurora’s heart ached with bittersweet emotion. What was she supposed to do now?

Was he really reckless enough to chase her all the way to Country S?

Her heart grew heavier by the second. Still, her fingers moved on their own, opening up Everett’s Twitter page.

She tapped the newly posted statement, and the moment she read it, her heart thudded out of rhythm.

"Hey everyone, my account was hacked earlier—please ignore the so-called engagement post. There’s only ever been one woman I’m engaged to: Miss Aurora. She’s the woman I love, and no matter what happens, my promise to her will never change."

Aurora’s hand trembled, and her phone slipped from her fingers.

Everett... was a public declaration like that really the right move?

Her phone started ringing. Dominic picked it up first. "Oh wow, it’s Everett calling."

Aurora quickly took the phone back, rejected the call with shaking hands, and immediately turned off the device.

Dominic looked baffled. "Wait, why’d you shut your phone off? Don’t tell me... you two really did fight?"

"I’m not going to be with him," Aurora said quietly.

Dominic’s eyes nearly popped out of her head. She stared at Aurora, stunned into silence for several long moments before finally reacting.

"Aurora, Everett is such a great guy! Why wouldn’t you be with him? Weren’t you all set to be together before you went to Country Y? If you didn’t care about him, then why did you go all the way there to find him?"

Aurora lowered her eyes and pressed her lips together, her brows furrowed tightly. She didn’t want to answer.

Dominic’s imagination kicked into high gear. "Wait a second... Don’t tell me Everett’s Twitter post was just a cover-up and—he’s actually into guys?!"

Aurora’s mouth twitched. Speechless.

"No, that can’t be right. If he liked men, why would he shoot a music video with you? Why would he go out of his way to chase you?"

Dominic smacked herself on the head, her starry-eyed look gone, now just mentally spinning in circles.

"Wait, don’t tell me... you’re still hung up on Alexander?"

"Dominic, can you just let me have a moment of silence?" Aurora closed her eyes, completely drained.

Dominic zipped it instantly.

The company’s RV dropped Aurora off in front of her villa. She got out while Dominic and a bodyguard hauled her luggage inside.

After thanking the driver, Aurora looked up at the warm, dazzling sunlight—but it didn’t reach her. Her heart felt like it had plunged into a deep abyss. No warmth. No light. Just darkness.

This whole mess started with unfinished business from a past life. And that shameless old man had dragged her into it too.

All that talk about "testing Everett"? What a lie. He just wanted to tear them apart.

Eleanor caught sight of Aurora’s dejected expression. Unlike Dominic, she had more than ten years of life experience. When Dominic took the bags upstairs, Eleanor sat down beside Aurora and gently took her hand.

"Aurora, what happened?"

The kind, gentle tone almost made Aurora cry. She slumped into the seat and whispered, "It’s a long story..."

"You two didn’t fight, did you? I saw Everett’s new statement on Twitter too. He confessed to you."

Eleanor said it calmly.

Aurora’s eyes stung with unshed tears. Letting go of Everett... it was the hardest thing she’d ever had to do. But how could she just stand by and watch him fall into danger all over again?

Next time that man makes a move, Everett might not be lucky enough to be saved.

"Take your time and tell me everything—I’ll help you carry the weight. Don’t bottle it all up inside. The human heart is fragile, it can’t handle too much. If you take on everything by yourself, your emotions will spiral, and it’ll take a toll on your mental health."

Eleanor’s gentle voice radiated a warmth that wrapped around Aurora like a blanket.

Dominic hadn’t come downstairs yet. Nerida had, but Aurora told him to go home and rest—she didn’t have any work scheduled for the next two or three days anyway.

Once Nerida left, Aurora finally spoke in a low voice, giving a brief account of everything that happened in Country Y.

By the time Dominic came downstairs, she caught the tail end of the story and immediately reacted with shock.

"No way! There are people like that in the world? Someone actually built their own flying machine?! Aurora, are you sure this isn’t some kind of fairy tale?"

Dominic looked at her like she’d lost her mind. Eleanor, however, grew serious.

"Why wouldn’t there be people like that? There are tons of grassroots inventors out there—unsung geniuses who don’t care about fame or money. They spend their life savings just to prove they can do the impossible..."

"But still, hearing it from you... I get why this is such a tough situation. No wonder you came back and don’t want to be with him."

Eleanor sighed, a hint of helplessness in her voice.

"That man sounds extraordinary. Honestly, I doubt even I could help you here. But I don’t think he means you real harm. Even if you and Everett stay together, I don’t think the threat is that serious—at worst, a few close calls."

Aurora shook her head.

"He used to be a killer who didn’t even need to draw blood. A guy like that? He’s capable of anything."

resorted to calling both Dominic and Eleanor, but Aurora still refused to take the call.

Meanwhile, the internet was in an uproar. Everett’s public confession was rare, and it only added fuel to the fan theories already circulating.

Fans were praising him as the "Man of the Century"—a man who’d never dipped a toe into the entertainment industry, now stepping into the spotlight just to shoot a heartbreaking music video with the woman he loved.

Aurora ignored all of it.

She dreamed of Everett. Of him storming into her house, into her room, wrapping her tightly in his arms. His scorching lips lingering on her skin, refusing to let go.