The Billionaire's Cursed Heiress
Chapter 112: A GIFT FROM A LOVER 2

Chapter 112: Chapter 112: A GIFT FROM A LOVER 2

"Baby, do you know who the sender is by now?" Lena asked curiously, impatience written all over her face. There was no way she was going to hold on for long without knowing who the sender was.

Zara at this moment was holding the coat, rather her hands were stuffed in the warm pockets where she found some extra gifts which her mother didn’t see.

In one pocket, there was a letter and the other gloves.

Thinking about the person who could do so much for her, he popped into her mind and this time; she was certain. After seeing all the gifts which had been sent, she couldn’t help but recall a certain conversation they had when she was at Lingren village.

"Do you believe in fate?"

"Not really, but I still find myself believing in it, otherwise I wouldn’t be here!"

"I have always believed in fate from a young age. Maybe it was because of my status and condition. Everything seemed weird, but I do believe that I couldn’t be this way without a reason."

"So, what made you believe it, then?"

"I was young when I started having these strange dreams. In my dreams, I would always see a goddess. Although I have never seen her face, everything about her made me feel healed. I felt peaceful as long as I thought of her. And that was how I felt when I saw you. It was as if you were an incarnation of that goddess."

"Are you perhaps taking me as a substitute?"

"I would never do that. You will never be anyone’s substitute, be it a goddess or a demoness. You are you, and I want you to know that always. I fell for you at first sight. It’s crazy, but that’s how it is."

"So, this goddess, what does she do?" living in a world where people barely worshipped any deities, and those who did weren’t many. She was very curious about this goddess who he was talking about.

"She heals the broken, and the wounded and mends the souls of those who are lost. She is a benevolent goddess, the one who all the wounded cry to when they need healing!"

Zara remembered feeling envious of this goddess. She was a goddess she had never heard of before, even in the religious books which mentioned all sorts of deities which used to be there before.

"She must have been a good goddess. I wonder what happened to her?"

"At some point, all goddesses should fall, I guess. However, you will not fall."

"But why are we talking about the goddess suddenly?"

"I suddenly thought about her when I was thinking about what I think would suit you. Showering you in colors that will make you shine bright like a diamond and emit a healing vibe. Because of you, a lot of people started healing in their own ways. In my eyes, princess, you are the goddess of healing. You healed me in many ways you can never imagine. So let me worship you in any way I can."

Thinking about that conversation she once heard back then. Which made her feel reassured that he was serious about her, though until now she wasn’t certain why he was willing to follow such a tradition of marrying whoever got the ring and why he fell for her when her future was a bit uncertain.

Only Amir could do such things at that. And recalling where he came from, the seclusive and hidden families, wasn’t that kingdom the home of VERTAH again?

With all these clues gathered together, Zara raised her head smilingly as she looked at her mother, and said, "Mother, it’s your son-in-law. He is the one who sent me such a gift. Isn’t he wonderful?" revealing her first ever relationship to her mother in such a manner.

Emma hearing that seeing the sheepish smile on Zara’s face nearly facepalmed, filled with worry.

Was this the right method of revealing such news to one’s mother?

Although Emma knew that Lena knew about Zara’s relationship, she hadn’t asked yet and yet Zara went ahead and confessed. Wasn’t she afraid of her parents freaking out?

They haven’t gotten their daughter for long and yet someone was trying to steal their cabbage. How would they tolerate such a thief?

Unfortunately, Emma didn’t take into account Lena’s view towards this situation. Lena, who would rather have a stranger marry her daughter than let Quinn take her cabbage, was so thrilled upon hearing that.

Zara confirmed it, which means that she accepted the man as a lover. How can she not be happy knowing that Quinn doesn’t have a chance at all?

If Zara had glossed around the issue, she would be freaking out and panicking, but she didn’t. so why should she fume at her daughter?

Besides, getting such a rich son-in-law, who would dare point fingers at her daughter?

"Hahaha, baby, when did you find a boyfriend? Why didn’t you tell your mother?" pretending as if she wasn’t aware of such news, Lena rushed to Zara and began to bombard her with questions.

It was only when Zara heard these questions, it finally dawned on her. She had revealed another secret by mistake. Thank goodness her mother didn’t react badly. But what would her dad say if he learned of this?

She became quite nervous, however, with her mother urging her, her eyes sparkling with interest and eager to hear the juicy news. Zara found herself falling for her mother’s tricks and in the next hour, Zara, who had never really talked about Amir with anyone, found herself talking a bit too much but didn’t feel tired at all.

"He is a good guy, and he loves you. Even your mother is envious. Your father had never showered me with so much expensive gifts as he did. And you are not even engaged or married yet!"

Zara smiled shyly at hearing her mother’s words. Even she felt the same, but she just didn’t know how to say it. It felt good being loved like that. Not that her family didn’t love her. They did, but it was different from the way a lover would treat her. So, she was a bit biased.

Fortunately, Lena couldn’t read her thoughts.

"Since he had prepared this much, then don’t let him down. You will wear this tomorrow. The clothes I prepared for you don’t amount to this. Let us wow the guests that they would be talking about this day for decades to come!" once she started imagining how crazy the guests would be once, they saw her daughter Lena’s mouth kept on opening and shutting.

It took a call from Cade, who had arrived home for her to stop talking. And seeing her daughter getting drowsy again, she reluctantly bid her goodnight. But her anticipation for tomorrow didn’t diminish.

She was going to hold her head high tomorrow. Her daughter was going to be by her side and the whole world was going to see what a darling she gave birth to.

And as for those shameless women who used to call her a hen that eats her eggs, implying cruel and hurtful things, she was going to show them all.

It was never too late for a gentleman, no, a lady, to get her revenge.