My Reborn Admirer Wins Over My Heart (Oriana) novel Chapter 272

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“I’m shameless? Maybe I am. But why do you think I did all this? I risked my life just to see you!” Grant’s voice trembled with emotion. “You still have feelings for me, don’t you, Oriana? Stop lying to yourself. Can you really say that when you saw me bleeding and half–conscious, your heart didn’t flinch?”

Oriana refused to meet his eyes.

The moonlight streaming through the window traced the curve of her face, making her expression look even colder, more distant.

“I have nothing to do with you anymore,” she said evenly. “Whether you live or die, it doesn’t

concern me.”

“I don’t believe you!”

Grant cut her off, his tone fierce and desperate. Though he stood a head taller, he unconsciously bent toward her, his breath ragged.

“Oriana,” he rasped, voice thick with anguish, “you’re lying. I saw the panic in your eyes! When you checked my injuries in the car, you were frowning so hard–just like every time I’ve been sick. Don’t tell me you feel nothing. I won’t believe it!”

“Grant,” Oriana said quietly, her tone steady but sharp, “everything you’ve done all your childish stunts–only prove one thing.”

She paused, finally lifting her gaze to him. Grant froze, instinctively holding his breath as her cold, steady eyes met his.

Standing in his shadow, Oriana seemed fragile, but the light in her eyes burned with unshakable resolve.

When she spoke again, her voice was calm–too calm–and each word cut like glass.

“Grant, I truly don’t care about you anymore.”

Grant’s face went pale, his expression twisting in disbelief.

“Oriana!” he shouted, his control snapping as he shoved her away with violent force.

“Are you really that cheap?” Grant’s voice cracked with rage. “I gave you so many chances, begged you over and over, sacrificed everything for you! And what do I get in return? You throw me away for Micah–a man you’ve known for only a few months, a blind man at that!”

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His eyes burned with jealousy. “It’s just because he’s richer than me, isn’t it? Because he was born into some powerful family. But listen to me, Oriana–I’ll surpass him soon. I’ll climb higher than Micah could ever dream, and when that day comes, I’ll crush him! I’ll take everything from him, and you’ll regret it. You’ll regret ever being so heartless to me!”

Oriana stumbled from his shove, her back hitting the wall behind her. Pain shot through her shoulders, but she steadied herself.

She looked at the man in front of her–his face twisted with anger, his words tumbling out like he’d lost all control, all dignity. Her eyes flickered, a faint tremor betraying the storm inside. her.

Then, slowly, she lowered her gaze. A faint smile touched her lips–not one of mockery, but of quiet relief, even gratitude.

That small, subtle shift in her expression shattered Grant’s last shred of composure.

“What’s that look?” Grant snapped, his voice trembling with fury. “Why are you smiling, Oriana? Stop it–I forbid you to look at me like that! Do you hear me?” He couldn’t bear it.

He couldn’t accept that she would cast him aside so coldly—for a man he saw as beneath him.

But what cut even deeper was that Oriana’s eyes held no hatred, no pain–only a quiet sense of release, as if walking away from him was the right thing to do. That calm, almost blessed expression was something Grant could never forgive.

Shame and fury surged through Grant, twisting into something darker–a hollow, consuming ache, as if something vital had been ripped out of his world. Desperate, he reached forward, grasping at the empty air, trying to seize what he had already lost.

But then he saw it–the faint, peaceful smile still lingering on Oriana’s beautiful face. That smile ignited something vicious inside him. His expression hardened, his eyes burning with a feral intensity. Before he could stop himself, he lunged forward, hand outstretched toward her throat.

“I said–don’t you

Slap!

dare-”

The sharp crack echoed through the room, cutting off his words. The sound rang in Grant’s ears, leaving a stunned silence in its wake.

Oriana had put every ounce of strength into that slap.

The sharp sound reverberated through the room, and for a moment, she was certain Grant

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Her palm stung from the impact–she could feel the numbness spreading up her wrist.

Clutching it lightly, she looked him squarely in the eye, her voice cold and steady. “This is the second time I’ve slapped you, Grant. I suggest you hold onto what dignity you have left–don’t make me do it a third time.”

She gave her hand a quick shake, then turned away. Grant stood frozen, his face still angled from the blow, unmoving. Oriana didn’t spare him another glance. She opened the door and walked out.

Grant remained motionless for a long while.

The duty nurse approached, meaning to check on him, but stopped dead in the doorway. His expression was so dark that she nearly screamed.

rest,

“Mr. Holloway… please, lie down and get some rest,” she whispered.

He didn’t respond.

Instinctively, the young nurse began to back away.

As she turned, her shoe struck something hard on the floor. She bent to pick it up and placed

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