My Reborn Admirer Wins Over My Heart (Oriana) novel Chapter 136

**Chapter 136: The Madman**

Luna’s radiant smile evaporated in a heartbeat, leaving behind a shadow of frustration that clouded her features.

She muttered a few inconsequential words to Arthur, merely to navigate through the moment, and then, with a storm brewing inside her, she turned on her heels and marched back to school from the hospital. Each step felt heavy, as if the weight of her thoughts was pulling her down, her expression a mask of irritation.

Meanwhile, Oriana found herself ensnared in a struggle against Grant. His strength was like a force of nature, overpowering her as he dragged her deeper into the secluded embrace of the lush greenery surrounding them. The leaves whispered secrets as they rustled in the wind, but Oriana was too focused on her predicament to notice.

As her hand brushed against a rough stone, a flicker of hope ignited within her. She thought of swinging it at him, but before she could act, she was slammed against the rugged trunk of a tree, the bark scratching against her back.

Looking up, she was met with Grant’s furious, blood-red eyes, a tempest of emotions swirling within them.

“Oriana!” he growled, his voice a blend of fury and desperation. “What madness has consumed you now?”

Her brows knitted tightly together in confusion and annoyance. “Grant, what are you losing your mind over now?”

She curled her lips in disdain, attempting to push him away, but Grant was quicker. With a swift motion, he tossed the stone aside, seized both her wrists, and lifted them above her head, pinning her in place.

Leaning in, his breath hot against her skin, he snarled, “Yes, I’m insane. You’re the one driving me to the brink of madness.”

“Do you actually hate me that much? You schemed against me, aligned yourself with Micah to sabotage my projects, to mess with my mind!” His voice cracked, a blend of rage and heartache twisting his features into a mask of torment.

“Do you even grasp how ridiculous this all is? You think you’ve found a partner to retaliate against me, but it’s that vile little man pulling your strings, using you to eliminate one of my key players.”

Oriana couldn’t help but chuckle, a sound that dripped with amusement, as if she had just heard the most absurd joke. Gazing into the eyes of her former lover, she felt a chill of detachment wash over her.

“Grant, stop dreaming in broad daylight. We’re busy. We don’t have time for this,” she retorted, her voice steady despite the turmoil around them.

Her words seemed to push him closer to the edge of sanity, and he leaned in further, one hand still gripping her wrists while the other brushed against her delicate, beautiful face, as if trying to memorize every contour.

The tenderness that had once flowed effortlessly between them now felt like a distant memory, a dream that had slipped through their fingers.

“You think we did it all?” she retorted, her voice laced with incredulity.

“Impossible! You’re lying to me!” Grant’s fury was palpable, veins bulging at his temples.

“What happened between me and my husband was completely legal and proper. Why would I lie to you? Who do you think you are?” Oriana shot back, her eyes glinting with mockery.

“As for you saying he was in my bed, I not only knew about it, I sent him there myself. Grant, do you really think you’re that important? That anyone would go through all this trouble for you?”

A sudden realization lit up Oriana’s eyes, her ridicule deepening. “Well, there’s one exception. Luna still treats you like a treasure.”

“So in the end, you still care about Luna? How many times have I told you, I don’t love her? Why can’t you understand?” His voice was strained, desperation seeping through.

Oriana let out a cold, mocking laugh. “Oh, what a noble excuse. Luna is your girlfriend now, yet you claim you don’t love her.”

Grant’s breath caught in his throat, his eyes bloodshot with emotion. “And now you still want to fight her for me? She’s sick—early-stage stomach cancer. Even Mr. Flint says she might only last three years. Can’t you just step aside and let her live peacefully, without regrets?”