One Night With A Mysterious Billionaire (The Heiress's Revenge)-Chapter 29: The Plan

Damon entered his apartment and was immediately greeted by the sight of Raymond and Lena passed out on the couch. One lay sprawled awkwardly, the other curled close, their bodies pressed together as though they had unconsciously sought comfort in each other. Damon paused for a moment, then shook his head in quiet disbelief.

He walked over and gently tapped Raymond on the shoulder. Almost instantly, Raymond’s eyes snapped open, sharp even through his exhaustion. 𝙛𝒓𝓮𝒆𝔀𝒆𝙗𝓷𝒐𝙫𝒆𝙡.𝒄𝓸𝓶

"You’re back?" Raymond asked, yawning as he rubbed his face.

"Yes, I’m back," Damon replied, glancing pointedly at Lena. "I see you both have made up. So... does that mean the wedding is not happening anymore?"

Raymond’s expression darkened immediately. "I never said I was getting married to anyone," he responded irritably. "I only told you about my grandfather’s intentions."

"But you were considering it," Damon pressed. "Marrying that bitch would be the greatest mistake you’ll ever make."

"I know," Raymond said flatly. "And I don’t plan on making that mistake. All I want is to tread carefully so I don’t lose my inheritance."

Damon scoffed. "That’s called being two-faced."

"No," Raymond shot back, standing up slightly straighter. "That’s called being careful."

"You can call it whatever you want," Damon said, unfazed. "But it doesn’t change the fact that you have Lena now, and she makes you happy. You’ve also built something for yourself. You have investments under your own name. The Black family name is nothing without you. Let it go, Raymond."

Raymond stared at Damon for a long moment, his eyes dark and unreadable. Then, slowly, his lips curled into a cold smile.

"No," he said quietly. "They will all pay."

Without another word, Raymond bent down and carefully lifted the already sleeping Lena into his arms. Her head rested against his chest, her breathing steady and calm, unaware of the storm brewing around them. He walked out, leaving Damon standing alone in the living room.

Damon watched them leave, then sighed heavily. He shook his head and went upstairs, knowing nothing he said would stop what Raymond had already decided.

Raymond was in no condition to drive, so Sullivan took them home. When they arrived, neither Raymond nor Lena bothered with dinner. They were both exhausted and tipsy, they both went upstairs to shower and soon they were fast asleep in the bedroom, the world temporarily shut out.

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Elsewhere, Evans and Ashley were still receiving treatment for the brutal beating they had received at the hands of Lena’s employees. The hospital room smelled of antiseptic and resentment, thick with tension that refused to ease.

Ashley was hysterical. She had been fuming nonstop, her emotions spiraling wildly since the news broke online. The public comments about her were merciless, vicious, and worst of all, mostly true. What terrified her most was not the insults, but the accuracy of them.

She couldn’t understand how people had found out so much.

"It’s all that bitch’s fault!" Ashley screamed, her voice shrill.

She jumped off the bed in a fit of rage, forgetting her injuries entirely. Pain shot through her body as her wounds reopened, blood seeping through the bandages. She screamed again, clutching her side, but Evans didn’t even glance at her.

They were sharing a hospital room, and this was easily the hundred, and one time she had done something like this. Evans had long since run out of sympathy and patience.

Inwardly, he cursed his luck for ever getting involved with her. Just a few days ago, he had been on the brink of becoming the new CEO. Now, he was nothing, absolutely nothing and he blamed Ashley for dragging him down with her.

Seeing that Evans wasn’t going to help, Ashley slammed her hand against the hospital alarm button. Nurses rushed in moments later, their expressions tight with annoyance. Most of them had already seen everything circulating online.

"You need to stay still and stop reopening your wounds," one of the nurses cautioned sharply while tending to her injury. "We are very busy, and there are patients in far more critical condition than you, we can’t spend all our day attending to just you and."

Ashley glared at her, seething. "How dare you speak to me that way? Do you know who we are?"

The nurse didn’t respond, but two others standing by the door exchanged looks before speaking.

"We know exactly who you are," one of them said coldly.

For a brief second, Ashley thought they were about to defend her. But the next words made her blood run cold.

"Are you not the woman who stole her best friend’s fiancé? yes we know everything"

Ashley’s eyes widened in horror.

"You better behave and show some respect," the other nurse added, her gaze icy. "If you don’t, then don’t blame us for being impolite."

Fear gripped Ashley tightly, her body trembling despite herself. Evans turned his face away, pretending not to hear. The shame burned deeper than the pain in his injuries.

The nurse finished dressing Ashley’s wound and looked at her with open disgust before walking out with the other nurses.

Ashley screamed in frustration. She grabbed the food Selena had brought for her earlier and smashed it onto the floor. The sound finally got Evans’s attention.

"Why are you such a nuisance?" he snapped. "It’s not like Lena is here for you to vent your anger on."

Ashley burst into tears. "I’m sorry... you’re planning to leave me too, aren’t you?"

Evans felt a headache coming on. When had he said that? All he wanted was silence, just a little peace to think. Since they had been admitted, all she did was complain. Now the floor was a mess, and they couldn’t even call the nurses without risking another confrontation.

"Why are you blaming me," Ashley sobbed, shoving her phone in his face, "when Lena is the cause of all this? Look! She’s turning all of York City against us. Even the elite social circles won’t pick our calls anymore. Can’t you see what she’s doing to us?"

Evans clenched his jaw. He knew she was right, and that only made him angrier. But anger wouldn’t solve anything. He needed money, fast. He had been surviving off Lena’s credit cards, and it wasn’t enough. What he really needed was her company.

Ashley continued scrolling, her sobs breaking as the words on the screen cut deeper than knives. In a sudden outburst, she flung her phone across the room. It shattered on impact.

Evans grabbed her hands to restrain her. "Stop behaving like a fool," he said sharply. "Have you forgotten how we survived this long? All we need is a plan."

He leaned closer, his voice low and dangerous.

"The company belongs to us. We’ll find a way to take it back from her. So use that pretty brain of yours instead of destroying everything in sight."

That single statement from Evans shut her up instantly. Ashley fell silent for a moment, then suddenly burst into laughter. It started low, almost restrained, before growing louder, sharper, and more unhinged. How had she never thought of this before? If that bitch was so hell-bent on ruining her, then she had no intention of sitting back and letting it slide. She would never allow herself to be trampled on so easily.

And to think that bitch even had Mr. Black standing firmly on her side. How lucky could one person be? The thought made Ashley’s laughter grow even more hysterical. Her face contorted as her laughter echoed through the room, sounding more like madness than joy.

When she was done with her, even Mr. Black wouldn’t want her anymore.

Evans quietly released her and shifted back to his usual position. His expression was dark, his jaw clenched tightly. He, too, was angry, but he had always known that Ashley’s deep hatred for Lena was the true driving force behind everything they had achieved so far. It was dangerous, but it was effective.

"Maybe we should just kill her and take over the company," Ashley suddenly blurted out, her eyes cold and serious, as though she were discussing something trivial.

"Do you think people will need evidence before they point at us if that happens?" Evans snapped, clearly exasperated by the terrible idea coming out of her mouth. "At this moment, that would be suicide."

"I think we should stick to the original plan," a calm voice interrupted.

Both of them turned sharply toward the door. Mr. Smith stood there, his presence commanding, with his wife Selena beside him. He stepped inside, holding Selena’s hand carefully so she wouldn’t step on the mess scattered across the floor.

They took their seats, and Selena immediately moved closer to Ashley. She gently cupped her face, wiping away the dried tears with tender fingers, her voice soft and reassuring.

"Don’t worry, I’m here now. No one will dare bully you again," Selena said soothingly. "Let my husband and I handle everything."

Ashley nodded, her anger slowly dissolving as she rested her head against Selena’s chest like a wounded child seeking comfort.